Page 31 of Sins of a Rebel

His nostrils flare, and he shakes his head.

“There's no point in having this conversation with you, Tysin. I shouldn't have even come over. I’m done. Do you hear me? I’m done.”

“I don’t know what you thought was going on between us, but it’s not what you think,” he growls.

My mouth drops open, unable to form words.

He pushes his thumb and finger against the corner of his eyes, squeezing them shut.

“You should’ve listened to me the first time I told you I’d only break your heart.”

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

“You deserve more than I could ever give you,” he adds.

“Famous last words. You sound like a coward right now.”

He winces and nods. A part of me believes this is what he wanted, to push me so far away only to prove he isn’t worthy of being loved.

His eyes burn into my face, taking in the change in my hair, trailing down my body. He sucks in a breath when he stops on my corset, clenching his jaw before swallowing hard when he meets my gaze once more.

I turn toward the door and take a deep breath before reaching for the handle.

“Don’t go. Not yet,” he says, reaching his hand out to grip my hips.

He pulls me back against him, and I hate my traitorous body for melting into his.

“Why? You already have what you want waiting for you out there.”

He sighs heavily, pressing his forehead against my shoulder. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t? I know what I saw when I walked in here. Not one, but two women, Tysin.”

“They’re not you.”

I spin around, pushing him to step back in the process.

“That’s them, and you’re you. No one could ever be you,” he growls.

Just like that, my heart breaks all over again.

He grips my chin between his fingers, capturing me in a hard, punishing kiss. I slip my hands into his hair, my nails raking over his scalp, and pull on the strands.

He hisses, tilting his head back, and moans.

“Is that what you want, Kyla?” His nostrils flare. “You want me to fuck you one last time and ruin me for all others?”

“Shut up,” I grit out.

He leans down, his lip curving in a grin.

“I’ve always loved the fire in you.”

He runs his hand over my chest, cupping my breast through my corset top, before venturing farther to wrap around my throat. I tilt my head back against the wall.

“What if I want to ruin you for every other man too?”

I shake my head. Doesn’t he understand he already has? He’s destroyed me.

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