Page 102 of Rebel Obsession

She nodded, kissing me back hard.

We split, and within seconds, I was at the front of the house, emptying out my can of gasoline on every surface I could find.

I didn’t think about what I was doing.

About trapping a man inside his home and setting it alight.

I just concentrated on getting it done quick so I could get back to her.

I lit a rag from my pocket and dropped it into the puddles of deathly liquid.

It lit up the night in a tiny trail of flames, one that would have been pretty if it hadn’t been so deadly.

I didn’t stick around to watch. I put my head down and sprinted back to the woods. I didn’t lift my head until I hit the safety of the trees, and by the time I did, the back of Hugh’s house was illuminated with flames.

Shock punched me in the gut, and for a second, froze me to the spot. I was too stunned by what we’d done to move.

Only then I realized Rebel wasn’t there.

I spun around frantically, looking side to side, trying to peer through the darkness. The only light permeating the trees this deep was that from the flames. “Rebel!”

No answer.

I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster than it already was, but it somehow doubled its pace, panic setting in and clutching at my chest. “Rebel!”

A tap on the back of my shoulder had me spinning around.

My little roach grinned up at me. “Your sense of direction is awful. I was waiting about twenty feet down that way.”

I didn’t have time to feel relief. I found her hand and we ran, side by side, through the woods.

I couldn’t get away from those flames fast enough. With every step I felt the heat of them at my heels, licking and curling their way up my skin, until I was sure I was burning too.

We burst out from the tree line, somehow right at the spot we’d left my car, despite Rebel’s claims that my sense of direction was off. There was still nobody around. In the distance, sirens wailed, and the scent of smoke wafted in the air. We both stopped outside the car and stared back the way we’d come, not that we could see anything through the trees.

Rebel breathed hard again, but this time, my breaths matched hers. She stared up at me, her hands shaking violently. “What did we just do? Vaughn! Oh my God, we killed him, didn’t we? We burned him alive in his own home! I’m a monster! As big a monster as he is! I—”

I grabbed her roughly and slammed my mouth down on hers.

Rebel froze, but then slowly her ice thawed. She kissed me back, her mouth hot from running, her tongue instantly seeking entrance to mine.

I needed her more. I pushed her back against the side of the car and kissed her fast, getting hard behind my dark jeans.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, turning into a raging lust that couldn’t be denied. If the way Rebel yanked at my pants was anything to go by, she felt it too.

She freed my cock, but we didn’t have time for this.

Hanging around here any longer than necessary was suicide, and yet I found myself dragging her black jeans down her legs and hoisting her up onto the hood.

We were an awkward mess of arms and legs, Rebel’s feet stuck in her jeans so she couldn’t spread her ankles far, but she compensated with wide-open knees and propping her feet up on the bumper. She grasped at my shirt, yanking me closer, but I needed no encouragement, my dick spearing into her hard, bottoming right out on the first thrust.

“Oh!” she shouted.

I clapped a hand over her mouth and drew back, only to slam inside her again. My palm muffled her shouts as I fucked her hard and fast, using up the excess energy that was clouding my judgment.

The sirens grew louder, but I couldn’t stop the need for her coursing through my body.

She reached between us for her clit, her moans still loud enough to draw attention, but there was no stopping either of us at this point.

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