Page 8 of Sins of a Rebel

She attempts to move past me, but my arms are still around her, and I’m not willing to let her go. Not when she has it all wrong.

Reaching for her hips, I press her back against the door. I tilt her chin up toward me, and without allowing myself to second-guess it again, I crash my lips down on hers.

She moans when I reach up, wrapping my hand around her throat. She opens up to me, her tongue brushing along mine. I rock my hips against her, and her body shudders.

“God, you’re killing me, Kyla,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut.

I tilt my forehead against hers and stare into her green eyes. The color is vibrant like emeralds. I tuck a strand of hair away from her face, and she relaxes into my touch.

“I shouldn’t want you as badly as I do,” I murmur.

She sucks in a sharp breath.

“I don’t give a shit what Madden thinks,” she fires off.

The certainty and grit behind her words are as if she’d go to battle if he dares to get in the way. Kyla has always been one to fire back at Madden, and I know without a doubt she’d tell him off if he threatened to come between us.

That’s not the point, though. I know she believes he’s the reason I’m holding back.

Kyla deserves the world. She’s the type of girl you only find once in your lifetime. When you find her, you better hold her tight.

I’m the guy your brothers warn you to stay away from. I’m selfish and fucked up. I’m not capable of loving a woman the way she deserves to be loved.

I’d destroy her and her heart, shattering her in a million pieces.

There’s no going back once we cross this line, but fuck me, I can’t help myself.

I’m a selfish bastard, and even if it’s only for one night, I want to taste her. To have her in my arms.

“Get in the truck, Kyla.”

She sighs and nods, moving to circle around the front to the passenger side. I wrap my arm around her waist, like a rubber band snapping her back to me.

“Nuh-uh,” I whisper into her again.

She rocks her ass against my dick.

“You like feeling how fuckin’ hard I am because of you?”

She nods and arches her back, grinding against me again. I grit my teeth to steel off the string of curse words from flowing out of my mouth.

“Don’t tease me, Kyla.”

Her body trembles. “Or what?”

I grin, knowing it’s exactly what she wants.

She’s baiting me, wanting to find out what will happen if she continues. If I give in, she'll only torture me more.

“I said get in the truck,” I command, reaching for the door handle.

She climbs into the driver's side, her ass swaying in the air when she moves to the center, giving me room to follow.

Clenching my teeth, I don’t bother to adjust myself, trying to avoid drawing attention to the steel rod in my pants.

The slow smile that stretches across her face, though, confirms she sees it.

I reach down to adjust the seat, giving her room between me and the steering wheel, and she takes it, climbing over me to straddle my lap.

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