“Babe? Oh my god, babe, are you okay?”
“You think the girl you left with someone you owe money to is okay?” I asked, dropping my voice low and threatening.
Her eyes jumped up, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“You took her?” he asked, the panic in his voice not nearly convincing enough. He was probably more concerned with a police investigation and less with her safety.
“Of course I fucking took her. You left a hot woman on a dangerous road with a guy who hates your guts and has a gun.”
I stayed quiet as Elliot yelled an endless string of empty threats.
“Your fault, asshole. Don’t leave prized possessions with people you owe money. Bring the cash to the shop and I’ll get her home safe.”
As if Elliot wanted me to push his buttons, he yelled something about touching her.
“Worried she’ll be disappointed with your performance if I do?”
“Rook!” she yelled, a weak attempt at scolding me.
“Damn. I have to go. She’s already screaming my name. The money, Elliot. Don’t fucking forget it.” I clicked the call off and handed it back to her. “Don’t pick up for a while. He deserves to think you’re getting the best sex of your life with me after what he did to you.”
She didn’t move, and it gave me time to really look at her. Full red lips, long dark hair, the arrogance of a rich girl who thought I was worthless, she was beautiful.
There really wasn’t anything more satisfying than hooking up with a girl who thought I was the monster, getting her off and having her beg for more, only for her to wake up the next day disgusted with herself for how badly she wanted to do it again.
The pure corruption of making someone like her want me, or anyone like me, felt unmatched.
This month marked six months of not sleeping with anyone, which could be clouding my head with these ideas.
“Come here,” I said, and unsurprisingly, she didn’t move.
I pushed off the bike, stalking over until she stared up at me, mouth open and eyes wide.
“What are you doing?” she asked, still clutching the box against her chest.
I leaned down until my lips were a breath away from hers. “Seeing if you would kiss me or not if I closed the distance.”
She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, but her eyes met mine.
“I won’t.”
My hand trailed down her side, over her hip, and to the hem of her skirt. “And why not?”
“Because I think you might kill people, and I don’t kiss murderers.”
“Of course you don’t,” I said, my fingers moving along her hip until I was brushing down her thigh. “Do you do anything else with killers?”
“No. I don’t think so.” Her voice hiccuped at the word, and I continued back up her hip.
“Would you like to keep playing rebel and start?” I leaned down, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her back towards the bike.
“Considering I have to get back on this thing again if I want a ride home, I think I’ve played rebel enough for one night.”
“Are you sure? It’s so much fun to push limits. I could push you to a few of yours.”
My hand gripped her thigh, and I dropped my head, my lips hovering over her neck but never touching her. Her breath hitched, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken under my lips.
“Just say the word, Rebel, and I’ll give you something Elliot would never be able to.”
