Page 138 of Rebellious

She fell against him without hesitation, undone by this new version of Diesel. “Those are the most romantic words anyone has ever said to me.”

“Shhhh, sweetheart. Let me, us, enjoy this.”

She rode her man, her Diesel, listening to his words of worship and longing, all the heartache of the past days gone. He’d forgiven her. He thought she was beautiful, the most exquisite girl in the world.

“Your pussy’s so sweet and tight, precious to me.”

Each word strengthened Jana’s desire, her driving need for him.

“I wish…goddamn…I wish for…so much,” he said in a strangled voice and she knew he was close. “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine,” he gritted. “No one else’s.”

“Yes!” Jana cried.

Growling, he filled her pussy with his cum, thrusting into her fast, hard. Deep. She screamed, lifting herself and throwing her head back. Diesel drew one of her nipples into his mouth and she shattered, unable to bear it as much as she wished it could’ve lasted forever.

He rested his head on the back of the sofa.

“I love you so much, Diesel.”

“I need to wash my cock. Move.”

“O-okay,” she said, shocked at his reverting back to the cruel man he’d become after Saturday’s accident. Lifting herself up, she stood, her thighs wet with the aftermath of their sex.

“Get dressed, sweetheart,” he said, standing and heading to the bathroom. He didn’t take long, returning with his clothing completely repaired.

She hadn’t moved.

He frowned. “Dress, Jana.”

“Wh-where are we going?”

“You’re taking your birth control, aren’t you?”

“I missed Sunday, but I took it yesterday and this morning.”

“If there are any mishaps from just now, I’ll take care of it.”

“You wouldn’t want my baby?” she asked, crushed when he shook his head.

“I’m not equipped for fatherhood and you definitely aren’t fit to be a mother. That child would suffer with us as parents. It’s better to never get born.”

“Okay,” she agreed, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m telling you one last fucking time to get dressed. Otherwise, I’ll carry you to my car.”

“Sounds romantic.”

He narrowed his eyes and she laughed nervously.

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“To your home for the next twelve weeks. A rehab facility.”

“What? No! But—”

“If you want to marry me, you need to clean up,” he said flatly.

“Meggie said it would be outpatient.”