Текст книги "Rebel"
Автор книги: Callie Hart
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“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that. You really shouldn’t have done that.” There’s a dark, sinister look in his eye as he slides himself out of me and then pushes back in again, harder this time. Gripping hold of me in his arms, he starts up a rhythm, slamming himself into me harder and harder each time.
I can barely breathe. I taste blood in my mouth—I’ve been biting my lip hard enough to break the skin. Rebel’s right hand finds its way into my hair again. He jerks my head back, still inside me, still filling me with himself, and bites at my neck. He’s not careful about it. I’m definitely gonna be left with a mark. Right now, I could care less, though. I want him to mark me. I want him to make me his. I know with a hollow, terrifying certainty that I’m never going to want to be anyone else’s ever again.
Rebel’s thrusts grow even faster, his fingers digging into my skin. “You want to come, Soph? You wanna come all over my dick?” he groans.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Then get ready. I want you to break apart in my arms, okay? I want to be the only fucking thing holding you together. Let go, Soph. I’m right fucking here. I ain’t gonna let you go.”
If I’d thought he was driving me crazy before, then what he does next completely blows me out of the water. He slides one hand in between our bodies and he begins to stroke my clit in tight circles, sending wave after wave of pleasure racking though my body. He slows everything down, sliding himself out of me with torturous patience and then carefully pushing back inside.
Pinned up against the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist, I can do nothing but cling onto him and take it. He has me trembling, on the brink of tumbling over the edge in less than a minute. I tighten my hold on him, staring into his eyes again. He’s hidden himself from me since the second we met, barely told me anything that I’ve wanted to know about him, but while he’s inside me, while he’s connecting with me like this, I can see who he is perfectly. It’s like he just said—he wanted to see into me. I can see into him, and I feel like I recognize him. Like he’s the piece of me that’s been missing all this time and I never even knew it. It’s a scary, overwhelming realization. He gives me a scandalous smile, and fire races through my veins.
“That’s my girl,” he pants. “I can feel you tightening around my dick again. You gonna come for me?”
I nod, my eyes shuttering closed. My body feels taut as a bowstring as I feel the first swell of pleasure rushing up through me, building, building, building until I’m screaming out his name.
Rebel puts his hand over my mouth and pulses inside me, gritting his teeth together as he comes, too. “Holy fuck, sugar,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”
His climax overtakes him then, so that he’s leaning his forehead against my shoulder, thrusting hard into my body. I hold him to me, wanting him closer, more a part of me, more fused to me as our bodies ignite.
Eventually, our breathing slows. Rebel lifts his head, that reckless smile plastered all over his face. He’s always so cocky, always so sharp-eyed and suspicious, but not now. Now, he folds his arms around me and places me carefully on the ground, looking distinctly pleased with himself.
“I think half my father’s guests might have heard that,” he says softly.
“Is that why you did it, then? To cause another scene? Get back at your father?” That thought makes me feel less than special. If I’m honest, it makes me feel suddenly very vulnerable, very sick. Rebel grazes his fingertips across my collarbone and down over my breasts, still able to make me react to him. “No, sugar. I did that because I’ve been desperate to ever since I laid eyes on you. I did it because it’s all I’ve been able to think about for fucking days. It was going to happen eventually. You know that as well as I do.”
And he’s right. He’s telling the truth. Reaching down in between my legs, he traces his fingers lightly over my pussy, growling deep and low in his chest. I know I’m wet from him, slick with my own orgasm. He seems to take great pleasure in rubbing his fingers through my wetness, sliding them up inside me, even sliding them further back, circling his finger around my ass, coating me with myself there, too. No one has ever touched me there before. A spark of embarrassment, coupled with excitement charges through me.
“You’re mine, now, Soph. For as long as you want to be, you’re mine. And I’m yours,” he tells me. “That okay with you?”
I feel paralyzed. I know what I want to say, but I can’t bring myself to part with the words. I’m not ready to. I don’t know why I feel so strongly for him, and that scares the living crap out of me. If I say it, if I tell him yes, it will feel like I’m walking blindly into something I have absolutely no control over.
He grins at me, watching me intently, and I just know that he can tell what I’m thinking. He opens his mouth, is about to say something, but the moment is stolen away by a horrified scream, tearing through the house. For a second I think we’ve been busted, but the scream doesn’t come from the hallway. It comes from somewhere beyond, toward what must be the kitchen.
“Fuck.” Rebel snatches up our clothes and grabs me, pulling me to one side, into what turns out to be a closet containing a fuse box and a stack of sealed cardboard boxes. We’re barely concealed before the door leading to the party opens and people start to pour into the hallway. A second later and we would have been found for sure. Rebel holds out my dress to me, eyes flashing cold fury. “Hurry. Something’s not right.”
Another scream echoes through the house—fear and panic combined. I wriggle into the dress, not worrying about my bra or panties. Rebel finishes dressing moments after I do, fastening the top button of his shirt and smoothing back his dark hair.
“Come on.” Taking my hand, he leads me out of the closet, ignoring the curious looks of the men and women now loitering in the hallway. The Texan from earlier is standing to one side, a champagne flute still clutched in his meaty hand.
“What’s going on?” Rebel asks him.
“A body. Someone found a body in the kitchen. Some hired help or something. Blood everywhere, apparently.”
Rebel’s expression turns to tempered steel. My arm nearly comes out of the socket as he pulls me after him, pushing and shoving his way through the crowds. He stops in his tracks when he reaches the kitchen. On the floor, just as the Texan said, a body lies in a pool of blood. It’s the girl who came to my room, Rebel’s friend, Leah. Her eyes are wide, starting to cloud over; her throat lays wide open, slit from ear to ear.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “That’s—”
“Yeah.” Rebel lets go of my hand, dropping into a crouch, covering his mouth with his hands. Devastation sweeps across his face. He’s turned sheet-white.
I go to comfort him. I take a step forward, wanting to place my hand on his back, to say something to let him know I’m there, but something stops me. Or rather someone. Across the other side of the room, talking to Louis Aubertin, a man I recognize all too well catches my eye. He has the fucking audacity to smile. I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Hector Ramirez.
Dressed in an expensive-looking suit and holding a cut glass tumbler of what looks like whiskey in his hand, it’s obvious he’s here for Louis’ fundraiser. And from the cold, evil smile he sends my way, it’s obvious that he’s responsible for the dead girl lying on the floor.
Rebel must see him at the same time I do. Slowly, shakily, he gets to his feet. The man I was naked with, so caught up in only ten minutes ago, is completely gone. It’s like he never even existed. “Motherfucker,” Rebel snarls. “He should never have come here. He should never have known. I am going to fucking destroy him.”
Right there, in front of everyone, Hector raises his glass and smiles at Rebel. If the message he’s sending with the dead girl on the floor isn’t enough, the one in his eyes is crystal clear:
Bring it on, Rebel. Do your fucking worst.
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Roberto Barbieri is known in the Kitchen by many names: Bobby B. The Barber of Brooklyn. Il Assassino. My brother and I call him Father. No matter what name you call him by, when Roberto Barbieri tells you do something, you do it. No questions asked. And you do not fuck it up.
Money.
Power.
Sex.
Blood.
It all hangs in the balance.
And in this world?
Somebody always loses.
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Callie Hart is a bagel eating, coffee drinking, romance addict. She can recite lines from the Notebook by heart. She lives on a ridiculously high floor in a way-too expensive building with her fiancé and their pet goldfish, Neptune. Rebel is the first instalment in her Dead Man’s Ink trilogy. Book two will be coming out soon!
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