Page 73 of Rebel Revenge

I pushed him back, creating a little room in the space between us. “Why did you stop?”

He breathed heavily and stared down at his crotch. “’Cause kissing you like that, creates that. I need to be able to walk out of here once the coast is clear.”

I stepped forward, putting my fingers to the button on his fly. “There’s other ways of taking care of that.”

“Pix,” he warned. “Don’t. That isn’t what I meant. You don’t have to.”

“But what if I want to?”

He put his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head up. “Don’t do it just because you think it’s what I want.”

The problem was he wanted so much more. So much more I couldn’t give. I saw it in the way he watched me. In the way he protected and touched me so gently. No man had ever looked at me the way he did.

His appearance had never scared me. But the things he wanted from me did.

I’d seen that sort of love too many times before. It was how my mother had found herself broken on the floor, with only a ten-year-old to comfort her.

I couldn’t give him all the things he wanted. The thought of handing that sort of power over to any man was too much. I wouldn’t be her. Lying on the floor, too heartbroken to move.

I couldn’t give him the sort of love he wanted or deserved.

But I could give him this.

I slid to my knees, taking his jeans with me. I stared up at him while I forced his boxer briefs to follow, his thick dick springing free.

All the women who thought Fang’s appearance was terrifying would die a thousand deaths if they saw how beautiful his cock was. I stroked my hand over it. “Prettiest dick I ever did see.”

Fang chuckled, brushing my hair back off my face and tucking the short lengths behind my ear. “It’s so weird when you say that.”

“Why? It is pretty. Pretty and perfect.”

“It’s a dick, Rebel. Nothing pretty about a one-eyed monster.”

I grinned up at him. “You think highly of yourself to call it a monster.”

He quirked one eyebrow. “You’ve seen bigger?”

I had not. He had porn star peen, there was no doubt about that. Monster was a fitting name. I didn’t doubt him when he’d once told me he’d had women just nope right out as soon as they saw it. Hell, the first time we’d had sex, his exact words to me had been, “If it’s too much, I understand.”

It was not too much. The way he loved was the only thing that was too much about this man. That was the only thing that scared me. His monster peen was not a problem.

“Actually, I saw Kian’s the other day, and he gives you a run for your money.”

His fingers fisted in my hair. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, but only because your lips are going to look so fucking good around my cock.”

This was where we were good. When it was all hot sex and desire. Too many other things had crept in over the past week or two, and getting back to our usual was comforting and safe.

I opened my mouth to take him in. At first, just the head. I ran my tongue all over it, paying particular attention to the thick vein, starting on the underside. Then I slid him deeper, coating every inch of him so he slid easily in and out of my opening.

It was impossible to take every inch of him, even if I deep-throated. I didn’t really feel like asphyxiating today, even if I was in the right place for a medical emergency. But I used my hand at his base and pulled off to lick every inch of him when my jaw needed a break.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

“Bet you say that to all the women who get on their knees for you.”

He shook his head. “Only you, Pix.”

Despite myself, my heart swelled. He was telling the truth. I could see it in his gaze.

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