CHAPTER ELEVEN
STORM
A tap on my window made me freeze. No way. He wouldn’t, would he?
Of course he would. With my heart in my throat, I slowly turned to find Rebel standing on my balcony. He beckoned me with a finger, a devilish smirk on his face. That crazy motherfucker.
I closed the Instagram app on my phone. I’d been checking to see if Rebel had been viewing my story. He sure had. He’d said he would come to my room if I didn’t go to his shitty party. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised to see him.
Pushing off the bed, I went to the balcony door, unlocked it, and slid it open. Keeping my voice down, I spoke in a loud whisper. “Are you out of your damn mind? What the hell are you doing here, Rebel? Did you climb all the way up here?”
He didn’t wait for the invite I wasn’t going to give him. Instead, he shoved into my room, forcing me out of the way. “Of course I did. It’s not that high. How did you think I got up here? I don’t have wings.”
“Okay, cool. You can just climb your way back down then.”
“No problem. After I’m done here.” Rebel went to my bedroom door, turning the lock.
Tension gripped me. Should I be afraid? Should I call for help?
He didn’t give me the chance to make a decision. Wrapping a hand around my throat, his mouth was suddenly on mine in a bruising kiss. There was violence in his kiss. A demand with every sweep of his tongue against mine. Rebel had come here to show me that he would not be ignored. There was certainly no ignoring him now.
He left me breathless, my lips sore, and my heart pounding. But he didn’t stop there. Backing me up against the bed, he pushed me down upon it. His hands went to my shorts, whisking them down my legs before I could process what had just happened.
My underwear didn’t get any friendly treatment. He tore them off, tossing the fragments of material aside. I made a pitiful attempt at holding my legs together. With a downright evil chuckle, he shoved them apart.
“What’s wrong, Storm? Afraid to let me see this gorgeous pussy? Or maybe you know that once you come all over my tongue, I’ll own you.”
“Rebel, you can’t just—”
My words cut off the moment his tongue licked along my slit. A shudder racked me. What the hell was happening? An inner voice shouted at me to stop him. To fight him. But I only laid there while he licked me.
This couldn’t be real. Except that the touch of his tongue delving inside me felt incredibly real. Rebel held my legs wide open as he thrust his tongue inside me. Once he sucked at my clit, all resistance fled my body. He flicked my clit with precision, forcing a moan from me. Horrified by the sound, I clapped a hand over my mouth.
Rebel reached up to pry my hand away. “None of that. No pretending you don’t love this. I want to hear every noise you make.”
He pinned my hand to the bed next to me, reaching for the other one as well. As he voraciously licked the wetness pooling at my entrance, I clenched my lips tight, doing my best to stay quiet. That didn’t work for long.
Rebel teased my clit until I squirmed on the bed beneath him. This was too much. Each stroke of his tongue drove me higher and harder toward a hell of an orgasm. I couldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction. My hips jerked, moans falling from my lips as the pleasure grew.
“You’re going to come for me, pet,” Rebel murmured against me. “Now you’re all mine.”
A protest screamed in my head. It meant nothing. Not with him devouring me the way he was. I needed the release. There was no denying it.
I came with a strangled cry. A desperate attempt to hold it back blew up in my face. Rebel’s laughter vibrated against me. I really hoped my mom and Larry didn’t hear any of that. They should be asleep at this time of night.
Rebel shocked me further by rolling me over and spanking my bare ass. The sound was loud and startling. Both ass cheeks stung, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“What the fuck, Rebel?” I protested, trying to squirm away.
“Not so fast.” Holding me in place, he pried my ass cheeks apart. The hot, wet touch of his tongue followed.
An explosion went off inside me as Rebel tongued my ass. Although I was no virgin, nobody had done this before. I was shocked to discover how much I liked it. A small squeak slipped from me as he shoved two fingers into my pussy.
“You’re fucking dripping. Look how much your pussy loves me. I bet you fucking hate that.” His tone was low and even, a note of true evil lurking in every word.
With his fingers pumping inside me and his tongue prodding my tight asshole, I didn’t bother trying to respond. I clutched my blanket with both hands, holding on for dear life. This was too much. How would I ever look Rebel in the eye again?
He quickly withdrew his fingers, leaving me hungering for more. Not that I’d ever let him know that. Maybe he would leave now.
I started to sit up but was immediately shoved back down onto the bed. Rebel flipped me onto my back, straddling my chest. His weight atop me trapped me in place. I had no choice but to watch as he unzipped his jeans and withdrew his cock.
“Remember what I said about seeing your lips wrapped around my cock?” he taunted, rubbing the head against my bottom lip. “Open up, pet. Let’s see if you can take all of me.”
“What’s to stop me from biting your dick right off and spitting it in your smug face?” I asked, deadly serious.
He pulled his phone from a pocket, opening the camera. “Go right ahead. I’ll have a nice picture of my cock and your face to show the world. I didn’t hurt you. Not that I didn’t want to. Play nice, Storm.”
Rebel’s hard on was long and thick, stretching my jaw wide as he thrust between my lips. I glared up at him as he fucked my mouth. That only seemed to encourage him. He stroked a hand over my hair before fisting a handful. Using my hair, he held my head in place as he pushed in and out of my mouth.
The salty taste of precum hit my tongue. Rebel held my gaze, making steady eye contact. This man had to be a true psychopath. I wasn’t sure what that made me. Seeing the pleasure in his eyes, the darkness in the way he wanted me, I enjoyed all of it.
I began to actively participate. Instead of merely taking it, I licked and sucked his cock, eager to see what he liked.
Rebel groaned. “I knew your mouth would be heaven. I am definitely going to keep you. That means nobody touches you but me. Not that dumb fuck, River Harris. Nobody.”
His possessiveness rang alarm bells in the back of my mind. We didn’t know each other that well. Yet. How could he have formed such an attachment? Was that punch in his face really enough to kick off this twisted relationship?
No, not a relationship. This wasn’t even a situationship. This was nothing but an exchange of orgasms.
When Rebel’s moans came faster, I knew he was close. His cock stiffened in my mouth as his body prepared for release.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.
I did what he instructed without question. He sprayed cum onto my tongue. The next shot was hot across my cheek and nose. Did he do that on purpose?
I had my answer when he raised his phone again to snap a photo. “That’s fucking beautiful. You and I are going to have a lot of fun, Storm.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, shoving at him as he climbed off me. “Delete that right now.”
“Not a chance.” Standing next to the bed, Rebel shoved his cock back into his pants. As I started to sit up, he grabbed my throat and kissed me hard. “See you soon, pet.”
With his cum splashed on my face and my pussy aching for more of him, I watched Rebel stroll out onto the balcony and disappear over the side. As the shock faded, I shoved off my bed and hurried into my bathroom where I stood under the spray of a hot shower.
I needed to wash away every trace of Rebel Kane. No matter how hard I scrubbed, his touch remained.