CHAPTER THIRTEEN
REBEL
Sitting there with my crotch burning from Storm’s coffee, I barely stopped myself from pulling down her pants and spanking her naked ass in front of everyone. Somehow I managed to keep myself from going after her when she rushed from the cafeteria. I knew that if I caught her right now, I would lose control. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
As I slowly stood up with my pants soaked, I ignored Codie Edwards and her blatant laughter. She was enjoying my discomfort on behalf of her friend. That was fair. I’d have done the same.
The guy at the next table made the mistake of saying, “Bitches, huh? I swear they’re all crazy.”
I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, jerking him out of his chair. “I don’t want to ever hear you call Storm Masters a bitch again. Got it?”
Without waiting for a reply, I slammed him back down in his seat. Since I couldn’t very well go to class with coffee soaked pants, I decided to head home and call it a day. I didn’t have a change of clothing on hand, and the only apparel sold on school property was sweatpants and hoodies for the school’s sports teams.
Strolling through the school and out to the parking lot with a wet crotch was less than ideal. I stopped in at the closest restroom and used the hand dryer to dry my pants as much as possible first. I had to hand it to Storm, she sure didn’t lie down and take my crap. That only made me want to mess with her that much more. Didn’t she see that? I was convinced that part of her enjoyed this game.
I wasn’t sure why she brought out this side of me. Something about her made me crazy in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d always loved to fuck with people, to get their reactions and see how far I could push them before they snapped. It was fun, and there wasn’t a whole lot of fun in this shitforsaken town.
Storm made it too easy. I didn’t think I would ever tire of the way her eyes flashed with vehemence as she told me off.
As I sauntered up to my car, I chuckled to myself. If anyone else had dared to pour coffee in my lap, they wouldn’t have walked away. I’d have broken them in two.
My gaze landed on the side of my car as I approached with my keys in hand. I did a double take, jerking to a stop. No she fucking didn’t. But she did. Apparently my pet had left me a message.
The word “Scumbag” had been carved along the entire side of my car in huge letters. My pulse pounded in my temples as a deep seated anger rippled through me. My pet deserved a lot more than a spanking. She was going to regret making me drive around like this.
Since I had to meet a buyer at the graveyard tonight, I couldn’t even deal with getting it fixed. Storm may have thought she’d achieved something here, but she was going to soon realize that all she had done was awaken the beast slumbering deep inside me.
Having to drive home with people in other cars staring extra hard at the descriptive label etched into my paint only pissed me off further. I may have to get one of the guys to drive me to campus until I got this fixed. On the other hand, I might force Storm to drive me. It was the least she deserved.
I made sure to back into my driveway so that the side she’d vandalized faced her house. Storm’s car was already parked. She’d come home early too. It took every ounce of strength not to force my way inside her house and punish her.
Later. She needed time to come down from her little high and realize what she’d done. I wanted her to dread every passing moment until I climbed up on her balcony again.
After a shower and a change of clothes, I sprawled on the couch in my room, scrolling through Storm’s social media. Her most recent post was a photo she’d taken in her backyard with the sunlight glinting off her deep red locks.
Feeling cocky, I commented: Soon .
I didn’t feel the need to explain myself further. She would know exactly what I meant. I wanted her constantly looking over her shoulder. Apprehensively awaiting my next move.
I had Stray pick me up after dark for our meeting at the graveyard. We never attended these meetings solo. Too risky.
“Holy shit,” he laughed. “What the hell happened to your car?”
I glared darkly at Storm’s house as we pulled away. “Storm fucking Masters happened. She might be more than a little crazy.”
“And you’re just loving it, aren’t you?” He eyed me with a knowing smile. “This one should keep you busy for a while.”
I had a tendency to get bored quickly when it came to women. I got what I wanted and I moved on. However, I didn’t see that happening this time. Listening to Storm’s moans as I ate her pussy had only made me want more. More of her moans. More of her feisty attitude. All of it.
“I am certainly enjoying myself. Although not the destruction of my personal property. That girl is about to learn a hard lesson.” As Stray drove us to the graveyard, I checked my Instagram again to see if Storm had reacted to my comment.
Blocked. She fucking blocked me?
“Is there any other kind?” Stray glanced over at my phone in my lap. “What are you doing? Stalking her socials? Since when do you care about that shit? Do you actually have a thing for this girl? Never thought I’d see the day.”
I scowled in his direction, a silent warning. “Shut the fuck up. The only thing I have for this girl is a deep desire to make her beg.”
And cry and scream.
Stray chuckled, not at all intimidated. “Right. Whatever you say. When the time comes for me to say I told you so, I am going to savor every second. I don’t get a lot of opportunities like that.”
My friends knew about Storm. They knew that she’d moved in next door and that I was having fun playing with her. There was nothing else to know. Stray was being a dick, trying to get a rise out of me. He didn’t know shit.
Our meeting at the graveyard went off without a hitch. We sold a guy some fake IDs and a few stolen credit card numbers. We gave him the goods, he gave us the cash. Done deal. I had a great appreciation for deals that went smoothly. That didn’t always happen.
Stray insisted that I join him and the guys for a drink before going home. It was part of our usual routine. And yet, I found myself glancing at the time, itching to get home so I could climb up to my neighbor’s balcony.
I knew that if I insisted on leaving early, they would all give me a hard time. The last thing I wanted to do was give them a reason to hassle me. I played along, cracking jokes and making plans for our next business deal. All the while in the back of my mind, all I could think about was getting my hands on Storm.
When Stray finally dropped me off at home, it was well after midnight. That didn’t stop me from immediately heading to the backyard and hopping the fence. I climbed up to Storm’s balcony, testing the door instead of tapping this time. Unlocked.
Her room was bathed in shadows, lit only by a small lamp on the side table. Storm sat up in the bed, an ereader device in her hands. She didn’t seem all that surprised to see me.
“I figured you would show up eventually,” she said, setting down her device.
“Well, yeah. Did you think I would forget about what you did today?” I took a few steps toward the bed, loving the way she tensed as I approached. “No, of course you didn’t. You’ve been waiting for me. You wanted me to come.”
She scoffed. “Is that what you told yourself? Is that how you rationalize all of this insanity?”
“I don’t have to rationalize a damn thing. You made sure I would come when you vandalized my car. Everything that happens next is all on you.” Grabbing her by both wrists, I jerked her out of the blankets.
She wore only a tiny tank top and a pair of pink panties. Yeah, this girl had been expecting me. She could deny it all she liked, but she wanted me to come. If only she knew what she was in for.
“Get your hands off me, Rebel. You are a scumbag. The world needs to know it.” She did her best to pull away, but I held tight. When she tried to kick me, I pushed her down against the mattress and climbed on top of her.
Trapping both of her tiny wrists in one of my hands, I used my other hand to undo my jeans and shove them down. My already hard cock sprang free. Storm gasped, her gaze frantically darting to my hard on. She went still beneath me.
“Ready for your punishment, pet? Should I find a way to gag you first? We wouldn’t want your screams drawing attention. Scratch that. Scream your beautiful head off.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. Hell, I wanted her to scream.
Tugging her underwear aside, I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance, not at all surprised to find her wet for me. With one deep thrust, I was buried balls deep inside her. Storm sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. I paused long enough to tear off my t-shirt before stripping off her tank top. I wanted to feel her skin and see those gorgeous tits bouncing.
“Rebel.” My name was a sigh on her lips. She spread her legs wider, welcoming me.
I clutched a handful of her tit as I pumped inside her. Deep, aggressive thrusts that made her breath come faster. She felt so fucking good wrapped around me. Her pussy gripped me like a glove. A perfect fit.
The scent of her coconut body wash made me want to take a bite out of her. Unable to resist, I pressed my lips to her throat, sucking at her tender skin before biting down. She gave a little squeak of pain followed by a moan. I bit her again, loving the way her pussy tightened around me. This was better than I’d imagined.
“God, you’re a fucking maniac,” she said, her voice breathless and thick with desire.
A chuckle rumbled in my throat. “I’ve never been called God before, but I’ll take it.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I think you’re truly psychotic. Have you been tested?”
“Every fucking second I spend with you is a test. All things considered, I think I’m passing with flying colors. Now shut up unless you’re screaming my name.”
I kissed her with a fierce determination. Storm was mine, and she needed to know that. Every stroke of my cock inside her soaking wet pussy brought me closer to a heaven I never knew existed. Fuck me. This girl may be the end of me yet.
Releasing her hands, I reached down to hold her hip, bracing myself against her as I drove deep. Our bodies slapped together, almost painful from the force. We were both going to feel this tomorrow.
I half expected Storm to slap me across the face or throw a punch. She did neither. Her arms went around my lower back, pressing against my ass as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. Her fingernails dug into my skin, clawing grooves from my ass up my back.
The pain of her slicing into me felt fucking amazing. It was almost enough to make me come right then. Storm’s head was thrown back, her face flushed with pleasure. Every breath she took ended on a moan or a cry.
Remembering that this was meant to be a punishment, I pulled out long enough to flip her over onto her hands and knees. After removing her underwear, I drove deep again, pushing her forward on the bed. In between thrusts, I spanked her bare ass cheeks. Over and over until they were brilliant red.
“Ow, you jackass. That fucking hurts. Is this because I keyed your car?” Storm attempted to glower at me over her shoulder.
“Nope. Punishment for that is still coming.” I spanked her a few more times for good measure.
Dropping a hand down between us, I rubbed her clit until her legs trembled, and her moans grew dangerously loud. Since I couldn’t resist the way her adorable little asshole looked, all needy and forgotten, I wet my finger with her pussy juices and worked it into her tight hole.
Storm made a sound that was both a protest and an invitation. I gradually pressed my finger deeper, working it in an inch or so at a time. I couldn’t wait to make every part of her all mine.
With one finger in her ass and another on her clit while my cock worked her pussy, Storm quickly came apart. She pressed her face into the blanket to muffle her cries as her hips jerked against me. I kept it up, driving her crazier with every stroke of my cock inside her.
She came with a cry that certainly would have drawn attention had she not muffled it. I could just imagine her mom walking in—or God forbid—her pathetic brother. He already wanted to fight me. Under normal circumstances, I’d have been up for that. If he forced my hand, I would do what I had to do. Until then, I had no interest in Chase.
I waited for every orgasmic wave racking her pussy to subside. Then I grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.
“Look at me while I fill your pussy with cum,” I demanded.
Our eyes locked, forging a connection stronger than I’d anticipated. A storm brewed within her deep blues. No pun intended. Something told me this woman had the power to destroy me if she so desired it.
My balls tightened as my cock jerked. An animalistic sound ripped from me as I unleashed inside Storm. There was no such thing as a bad orgasm, although this one was off the charts for a good one. Better than anything I’d experienced in my life thus far. An intensity that left me shaken.
Capturing some of my spunk on a finger as it dripped from her, I smeared it on Storm’s lips, watching as her tongue darted out to catch it.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now for your punishment.”
Pulling the knife I often carried to business meetings out of my jeans pocket, I pressed her flat against the mattress, the tip of the knife digging into the unblemished skin of her ass cheek.
“What the hell are you doing, Rebel?” she hissed.
“Might want to use that blanket again. This is going to hurt.” That was the only warning she got before I began to carve my name into her beautiful ass.
Storm squirmed and writhed, cussing me out with every name in the book and some I’d never heard before. When I finished, I sat back to admire my handiwork.
“The letters are a little shaky since you wouldn’t hold still, but I like it.”
She twisted around the best she could, her eyes growing huge when she realized what I’d done. Without hesitation, her hand was in motion as she slapped me hard across the face.