Page 8 of Rebel Vengeance

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you tell me?” He asks as he pulls me on top of him, grips my ass, and starts grinding me against his hardness. I shudder as my nipples harden against his chest and do my best not to open for him. This man has no shame using my love of having him inside me to intimidate me. It doesn’t matter because I’m not telling him no matter what he does to try and persuade me. Spreading my thighs, I straddle him, needing more direct contact. I love the way his hardness feels against my pussy and that alone penetrates my shield, causing it to crack just a little. I’m fooling myself if I think this little teasing will be enough to last me until later. My resolve threatens to shatter when he grabs my hips and slides me up and down his length. The friction against my clit causes my head to spin as he continues his mission to learn my secrets.

Just when I’m about to try and scramble away from him, the tip of his cock finds my entrance without any guidance and I, unashamedly, melt around him. Oh dear god, this man owns every part of me and my body is his to command. I never knew that sex could be this good, an actual craving filled with so much hunger and is uninhibited that it drives you crazy with need. Pumping his hips up slowly so that only the tip teases my opening, he drawls,

“All you have to do is give me a little hint and I’ll give you what you want, my little flame.”

“You don’t fight fair,” I whisper against his lips as we softly kiss.

“All is fair in love and war but when it comes to you, I never fight fair.”

“Well, in that case, let me turn the tables.”

Rising up, I slam my hips down, taking him all the way in as he stares at me in surprise. He tries to regain control, grabbing my hips to slow my pace, but I slap them away and scold him.

“I don’t need your help with this sir. You tried to play dirty and it didn’t work, so now I have to teach you a lesson.”

His deep throaty laugh sounds sinful as I continue my assault. Who am I kidding? I may be on top, but he holds all the cards. The delicious way his cock hits all my nerve endings has me on the verge of exploding and that’s it… the dam breaks and he takes full advantage. Flipping us over, he pounds into me relentlessly, taking us both over the cliff as wave after wave of pure ecstasy races through my blood.

“That’s it, little flame, come for me,” he encourages as he groans through his release. How did I think I could win this battle of wills? Over the years, my husband has learned my body quite well and it doesn’t take much for him to bring me under his spell. Because of my past, the thought of being controlled or dominated triggers me, but with E, I love it. I know that I’m safe and free to enjoy his dominance. He may have won this round, but my lips are sealed for what I have planned.

We decide to have dinner on the beach tonight and our butler had everything set up once we arrived. We’re not too far from our bungalow, but it’s enough distance for a short evening stroll. Although I’ve been with E for as long as I have, I’m nervous about tonight. I’ve never willingly danced for a man before and the thought has my heart beating double time. I know that he’ll love whatever I have in store for him, but I really want this to be special and I want to pull it off without the nerves. Before we left, Alise and I got together and I practiced the dance several times. According to her, if he’s not turned on, I should get a refund on our marriage. Putting it out of my mind for now, I decide to just enjoy this night and whatever it brings.

The night air is warm, gently blowing the tiki torches as we eat and listen to the sound of waves. The moon is full, casting a beautiful light across the ocean and as I take this all in, I can’t help but be thankful. Setting my fork down, I ask,

“Do you really believe that Zeke’s threats are nothing to worry about or do you believe he would really try to hurt us?”

Briefly pondering my questions, he replies,

“I believe Zeke is butt hurt about getting his ass handed to him and he thinks there should be some sort of retaliation. According to Micah, they advised him to let it go because so much shit has happened between our clubs in a short time and it’s time to call a truce. Zeke got what he deserved and he needs to accept that. What won’t happen is us living our lives in fear because he’s in his feelings. The Devils are not behind him, so he’s on his own. I don’t want you worrying about it though. The guys and I will handle him if he tries anything.”

While his reply eases my worry, I can’t help but to be slightly on edge. Now that we have Harper, we have to be careful. More men have pledged to become Rebels, so we have plenty of prospects and some are close to pledging their loyalty to the club. This reassures me somewhat so I decide to put this all out of my mind and enjoy the rest of the evening. Rising from my chair, I round the table and sit on his lap. Planting a soft kiss on his lips, I say,

“I’m going to get your surprise ready, but no peeking mister. Wait here for fifteen minutes and then make your way to the room, okay?”

With a devilish grin, he answers,

“Yes, ma’am.”

8

Ephraim

This is the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve still been a little on edge since Micah paid the club a visit. You would think that Zeke had gotten the picture by now. While he is a savage fucker, he’s no match for me and he’s had that lesson more than once, so I just don’t get it. As a precaution, I placed a tracker in Harper’s favorite teddy bear. She carries that thing everywhere, so I know where she is at all times. Eagle did the same for JJ just as a precaution. We also equipped Lizzie and Alise’s phones with a GPS tracker but they know about those. While we haven’t set up a full plan, this was a start and so far, Zeke hasn’t made any moves.

Being here in the Caribbean has eased some of the tension and has given Lizzie and I a chance to reconnect on a deeper level. We’ve been so busy the last year that we were just existing. That’s not good for any relationship. This woman is the very air that I breathe and what I feel for her is nothing I’ve ever felt before. She was my first shot at love and she’ll be my last. She’s the other half of my soul. Checking my watch, I see that fifteen minutes have passed and that was the time she told me to wait before making my way back up the beach. Reaching the patio, I hear music playing and notice shadows of candlelight illuminating the room. Lizzie stands in the center of the large bedroom in the most “fuck me” lingerie and high heels I’ve ever seen. Motioning me over, I quickly head straight for her without hesitation.

When I reach my hands towards her, she giggles as she evades me. It’s then that I notice the chair and I instantly think about the dressing room at the Boobie Trap all those years ago. That was when Lizzie ruined me for any other woman with the best blow job I’ve ever had. My cock stirs at the thought of her lips and tongue stroking me nice and slow. Before Lizzie, countless women have sucked my cock, which is all I allowed women to do. None of them compared to my woman. That was the beginning of my downfall into this lovey dovey shit. I had no intentions of falling in love and the only thing women could do for me was suck me off. Sex was off the table and if that wasn’t enough for them, then so be it. That is, until Lizzie opened herself to me and tore down every wall I built around my heart.

Without a word, she walks towards me, looking as if she’s on a mission. The black lace of her barely-there lingerie fits her in a way that every part of her is on display. The see-through material leaves nothing to the imagination and I’m stunned into silence as she reaches me and starts removing my clothes. Her mouth is hot as she kisses me, biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me hiss. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me and I freely welcome it. Walking me backwards, the back of my legs hit the chair and I automatically sit. Circling the chair, she leans down and whispers seductively,

“Are you ready for your surprise, Torch?”

Swallowing hard, I roughly reply,

“More than ready.” The only time she calls me Torch is when I have her bound, fucking her hard and deep, begging me to let her come.

Grabbing the remote, she clicks a button and the music switches to another song. Lizzie starts rolling her hips and that’s when everything clicks. My wife is dancing for me and when she turns around, her ass is on full display. If I thought she was sexy before, this has sealed the deal. Coming over to the chair, her hands glide up my chest, along my neck, and into my hair. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating, causing me to close my eyes and enjoy her scent. Tugging slightly, she leans my head back and licks across my lips. I feel my blood rushing through my veins and just when I’m about to open my mouth to let her in, she turns around, sits on my lap, and circles her hips, grinding up against my rock-hard dick.

Before I can grip her hips, she stands up, turns to face me, and starts dancing as she stares at me. Her look is just as feral as mine as she runs her hands through her hair and down her body. Stopping at her breasts, she lightly tugs her nipples, emitting a moan that shoots right through my dick. She looks like a fucking goddess as she dips down, spreads her knees, and moves like she’s riding my cock. If this seduction doesn’t end soon, I’m going to blow my load like a teenager in heat. I pump my cock with my fist to relieve some of the ache, but it doesn’t work. She has me under her spell and if her plan is to gain my submission, she has it. I’m close to begging her to be inside of her. Coming closer, she once again turns, but this time, I grab the g-string of her lingerie and pull her back further. Grabbing her hips, I run my tongue up and down the crack of her ass and when her steps falter, I know I have her.

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