Page 26 of Rescuing Rebel

“I’m only making suggestions.” That seductive grin is back, filling her face.

“My Rebel is quite the kinky girl.”

“You have no idea...” She flips to her back and places her hands over her head.

“Is that so?” I roll over on top of her, my cock rested and ready for at least one more go. Taking hold of her hands, I grip them tight. Nudging her thighs apart, I settle between her legs. I’m nearly ready, but I need more time to recover.

She looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face, and I can’t help but grin in return. We lay in silence for a moment, our bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace.

“Tell me your darkest fantasies.” I nibble along the sweep of her neck.

A soft smile fills her face before turning away. “My darkest fantasies will frighten you, Ethan Blackwood. They’ll shock and alarm you.”

“I doubt that,” I whisper as my lips glide along the length of her neck. “Tell me.”

“Later.”

“Now,” I demand, my voice firm and unwavering.

I won’t allow her to dismiss my question. She must answer me.

Rebel turns back to look at me, surprise etched in her features.

“Answer the question.”

“Control and dominance without consent.”

“Non-con?”Now, that’s a surprise. “What does that mean to you?”

Her answer should shock me, but I find it explains much. Nevertheless, I want to understand her desires. It’s the only way I can give her what she wants.

“I don’t want to discuss this.” Rebel turns away from me.

“You have to answer.” I cup her cheek and force her to look at me.

“And if I don’t?” Resistance flashes in her eyes.

TEN

Ethan

Turning away,she refuses to look at me, but she does finally answer the question. “Does it surprise you that I like being overpowered?” She turns to me with anger rising in her voice. “Is that what you want to hear? From a woman rescued from human trafficking? Who faced the horrors of rape? Are you happy that my deepest, darkest fantasy is forced sex? Non-con? Rape fantasies?”

“Fantasies are a far cry from reality.” With her most secret truth revealed, she’s in a fragile state. “There’s no shame in wanting what you want.”

There’s a dichotomy between her desires and what happened to her. I get it. It’s something I understand well. Not only that, but as a dominant male who’s spent time educating myself in the darker flavors of sexual desire, I have a deeper understanding of the differences between non-con and rape.

“Non-con and rape fantasies, although I don’t like that word, are vastly different things. What I think is it all comes down to consent. One has it. The other does not.”

“Isn’t there? Are you going to run for the hills, thinking me a freak?”

“I’m not running.”

“True, but…”

“Don’t.” I place more of my weight on her body, letting her feel the physicality of my size.

“Don’t, what?”

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