“You will regret it. Don’t scream, Rebel. If your dad walks in here, I will have the perfect excuse to kill him.”
“He’s not actually here,” I said. “I lied, so you can’t kill him even if you wanted to.”
He almost went to say something, but his head dropped again, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough and I couldn’t take enough. My hands fisted into his hair, pulling him hard against me. He groaned in satisfaction, so I pulled harder.
I could feel the orgasm getting closer, the build-up like walking to a cliff edge, and then panic took over. Something about it felt like too much, like I couldn’t handle what was about to happen.
I shrieked, flipping myself over to crawl up the bed, but Rook jumped forward, his mouth coming down over my clit again, his hand pushing me until my face fell against the mattress.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?”
My hands fisted into the sheets and I yelled against the blankets as he continued his carnal attack. He flipped me onto my back again. “Trying to run, Rebel? You’re not going anywhere until you coat my tongue in cum.”
“Rook,” I moaned as he buried his tongue in me again. This time, I let it build, let it take over as my brain turned to nothing but screaming with need for relief. My hands buried in his hair again, pulling him hard against my swollen clit as every muscle tightened. “More, Rook, now. More,” I nearly yelled, the teasing, agonizing feeling demanding relief.
His fingers pushed into me again as he covered my clit. My hips lifted off the bed as I gasped for air. The relief felt overwhelming, black dots coating my vision as my body tightened. My fingers pulled tighter, the rush of hot liquid between my legs feeling like too much as I finally fell back to the mattress.
He moved up the bed, crawling over top of me.
“What a good girl, taking what I give you. Now taste how much you like my mouth on you,” he said, his lips dropping to mine, making me taste myself on his tongue. “You made a fucking mess, baby. All over my face and the bed. I would apologize, but I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I could feel my cheeks flame, but the room was dark enough to hide it. My chest heaved with heavy breaths as my hands ran down his sides, one moving over marred skin.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not much. It probably bothers you more,” he whispered against my lips.
He shifted, pulling a knife out of his jeans and laying it down on my nightstand, kissing me as he did. My eyes flicked to it and back to him.
I almost asked why he set it there, but then he dropped on the bed next to me like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
“You’re tired?” I asked.
“Exhausted.”
I laid there in the quiet for a few minutes before I couldn’t keep my thoughts in.
“You didn’t have a helmet or jacket. You gave me yours.”
“Maybe that answers your question whether I care if you die or not.”
I sat there in silence, staring up at the ceiling as my thoughts on the man next to me raged.
The door slammed open, making me jump. Harper’s face appeared in the doorway, but it was Rook who got my attention.
He sprang up, grabbing the knife from my nightstand and moving it directly over my chest. Poised and ready to plunge it into me if he wanted.
My chest heaved, each rise causing the tip of the knife to graze against my shirt.
I kept watching as he glanced from me to Harper and back at me.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Sorry. I thought it could be someone else, Regan.”
“Who is coming through my door that is going to make youkillme?” He had set the knife back down, but I grabbed it now. My hands went clammy. Anger and fear coursed through me. I had trusted this man enough to do what he had just done. My hands started to sweat as I held the knife. “Get out.”
“Regan, relax, I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
“You were about to shove a knife into my chest!” I yelled.
