Chapter 9

Charlotte

Rebel kissed me hard, like a man who’d been starved of the taste of a woman for a long time.

He dominated like he did in the cage, taking without permission and devouring. He tasted like salt and copper…like a man who fought.

Normally, I would’ve been offended by his brazen attitude toward women, but I liked it. I liked it so much I clutched onto him, moaning softly against his mouth. No man had ever kissed me as thoroughly and with as much desire as Rebel.

When he pulled away, I gasped and ran my hands up his hard chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn’t want him to stop. A smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned closer, pressing a chaste kiss against my mouth.

“Want to get out of here?” he growled, pressing his hard-on against my lower belly.

It was a question, but I was smart enough to understand that it was rhetorical. He already knew he had me—hook, line, and sinker. I was being a fucking idiot, risking my life and career, but I couldn’t give a damn. The only thing I wanted right now was this man…in me.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My entire body was alive, aroused, primed…and all it took was one kiss.

I allowed him to lead me from The Underground like a lost little lamb. I could hardly see the world around us as his fingers tightened around mine. I was a hundred dollars richer because of his fight, but I didn’t give two shits about the money.

I walked through the darkened street, my hand firmly lodged in Rebel’s, my thoughts absolutely scattered. He stopped us beside a car and unlocked the door for me, gesturing for me to get inside. This must be his. I got inside, trusting the guy more than I probably should, and sat in silence as he drove us through Melbourne’s streets.

Every so often, he’d let his hand fall from the steering wheel and rest over mine, his fingers stroking my skin. It felt good to have a man’s hand on me again, and the promise of what he was going to do to me once we arrived at his place was heavy in the air. I squirmed in my seat, and Rebel caught my eyes, his lips quirking. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and when I glanced at his crotch, his smiled widened.

Guess I wasn’t alone in that one and the thought made me feel powerful.

Pulling the car off the street and into a block of apartments, he parked out back and led me up a set of stairs to number ten. Deftly unlocking the door, he pushed inside and turned to pull me in behind him.

The moment the door closed behind us, Rebel had me against his chest, his lips meeting mine. His tongue was hot and wet against mine as he walked me backward down the hall, his hands exploring my body through my clothes. Massaging my breasts, he moaned softly into my mouth, forcing his hardening cock against my clit.

“Longest drive ever,” he growled.

“I’ll say.” There were way too many clothes between us for my liking.

We finally stopped our backward walk and he shoved the jacket from my shoulders and curled his hands into the hem of my T-shirt, tugging it upward and off. Without a word, his fingers unhooked my bra, and I allowed the straps to slip from my shoulders. Cool air hit my heated skin as I reached out for him, wanting to feel his naked chest against mine.

He shook his head, curling his fingers around my wrists. Pinning my hands behind my back, his tongue swirled around my nipple, and I pushed into him, wanting more. Teeth grazed and then bit hard. Breaking free, I thrust my hands into his hair, closing my eyes as sensation overloaded my brain.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing a trail between one nipple to the other before repeating the process with the other.

Fisting his hand into the back of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head and shoved down his shorts until he stood before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. My gaze drank him in greedily, following every muscle over his chest and abs before settling right on the money shot. He was hard, I could see it through the material.

Pushing me gently on to the bed, he climbed on top of me and pushed my legs open, kissing the inside of my thigh.

“What do you want, Charlie?” he murmured, his chocolate eyes holding mine.

“You. In me.”

His eyes darkened and he climbed over me, his lips kissing a path from my clit upward. I felt the trail of fire he left behind, aching to be taken all the way. I’d never been so damn turned on in my entire life. He’d gotten my juices flowing with nothing but anticipation. He was every woman’s dream, indulging in foreplay. My word.

Running my hands down his back, I shoved them underneath his boxers and dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks. Rebel hissed, his mouth clamping down on my nipple and sucking hard.

Pulling away, he sat back on his knees and rubbed his hands along my stomach, over my breasts, and back down again. He then his fingertips teased my clit, rubbing slow circles around the tiny ball of nerves.

I cried out, palming my breasts, rolling my hips against his hand to work him harder.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he murmured, shoving off is boxers. “I never thought…” Reaching off to the side, he came back with a condom and fisted his cock, rolling it over his erection.

Pushing my legs wider, he opened me up, pulling me onto his lap, my back still resting against the mattress. He positioned himself against my opening, dipping just inside.

“Rebel,” I pleaded, the slight pressure sending shivers through my entire body.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling before he pulled me up and onto his cock, the motion almost sending me over the edge. Letting his head fall back as he took me, he rubbed his palms over my abdomen, covering my hands that were still clamped onto my breasts. His gaze found mine as he forced me to massage my flesh as his hips rotated, driving himself further into my body.

I felt him slide deep, deeper than I’d ever felt before. I knew he’d be good, but this was better than I’d been expecting. Fighting and fucking.

Changing position, he covered my body with his, pulled his cock back to the tip, and then thrust. We came together hard, pleasure spiking with a sharp echo. He didn’t stop, taking me again and again, and I came up to meet him each time he struck.

We fucked in tandem, pleasing one another as equals, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. He wasn’t chasing his own orgasm, not like those other men I’d been with, he was chasing mine as well. He was caring for me because if I blew around him, he would feel so much better for it.

“I’m close,” I gasped as I felt the unbearable wave of pleasure begin to crest. “Harder.”

Rebel complied with a grunt, sweat beading on his forehead. His lips found mine, his tongue slick against my own as we moved, and all too suddenly, I was crashing over the edge, my entire body coming alive with sensation.

God, this man could fuck.

I felt his body tense as I clenched around him and he came, thrusting erratically until he buried himself one last time and held. Our chests heaved as he emptied the last of himself into me, my legs wrapped tightly around his back, my fingers digging into his skin.

“Charlie,” he murmured, his lips finding mine. We kissed long and slow, our breath mingling as we returned to ourselves.

Fucking incredible.

Sliding out, he rolled to the side and disposed of the condom. I stared up at the celling, rubbing my hands over my body. Satisfied had nothing on it—it was something more like epic.

The mattress dipped as Rebel settled back beside me, and I began to wonder if this was my cue. He’d said nothing about staying or what would happen after. We’d been too intent on working out the attraction between us. We’d fuck then… Maybe I should go before I fell in deeper than I already was. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.