Page 17 of His Rebel

“I like the pain you gave me when we were making love.” Her voice quivers and I pull her hair to tip her head back.

I look down into her tear-stricken face. I lick the tears from her cheeks, and when I get to her lips, I kiss her gently until she opens and then I dominate her mouth. My tongue sliding along hers. She moans into my mouth, and I lift her up. Her legs wrap around me, and I turn with my mouth still on hers and step into the shower. I press her against the wall and release her head. My hands slide over her gentle curves, and I pull away from her.

“I need your taste on my tongue.” I sit her on the bench. Kneeling before her, I spread her legs and then open her nether lips. Her pussy is a darker pink from our previous lovemaking. I lean forward and lick her from bottom to top, where I stop and swirl my tongue around her clit. She grips my hair, pulling me into her tighter. I suck the little pearl between my lips and nibble on it before I bite down. She screams and starts squirming. Her cast smacks the bench.

“Don’t hurt yourself,bambola,or I’ll have to spank you again,” I say before I dive back into her. Her taste along with mine bursts across my taste buds and I can’t get enough of her. I slide a finger into her as I continue to suckle, ramping up her pleasure. “I’m going to need to do this to you daily,bambola. For the rest of our lives.”

“Yes, Dante. Yes,amore mio. You are mine forever, just as I am yours.” Her words undo me, and I pull away from her. She whimpers, but I grab her hips and impale her on my cock again.

“You say those words when my cock is inside you. I love you,amore mio. I’ve been yours since that moment in the club when you watched me as you drank my water.”

“Yes,” she cries out and starts moving herself, riding my cock. She throws her head back and I lean forward, taking her nipple between my lips and sucking it deep. Her pussy ripples along my cock and I do it again, sucking more of her smaller breast into my mouth. When I release it, I bite down on her nipple, and she screams long and loud. Her pussy contracts and she comes hard. With my hands still on her waist, I lift her off me, pulling out of her tightness and forcing my way back in. I’m going to come hard, but I want her to come again before I do.

I pull her down and hold her against me. She’s still spasming and rippling along my cock. I focus on trying not to come, but when I feel her teeth bite my nipple, it’s game over. I pull her up and slam her down again and again until I come deep inside her. I haven’t used protection and we haven’t discussed it, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine now and forever.

We finish our shower, and when we climb in bed, I teach her to take my cock between her beautiful lips. Until I can’t take it anymore and then I fuck into her hard, taking away her breath just before she comes.

ChapterEight

McKenna

“McKenna, I’ll wear the peach dress to the ball tonight. Please make sure it is pressed and perfect.” I look at the young girl as she spins on her high heels and storms from the room. In my hand is a lilac dress that just came from the designer. Turning around, I put it back on the hanger and reach for the peach one that she bought weeks ago. Someday I’m going to have someone press my clothes instead of me pressing someone else’s all the time. Someday I’m going to be able to travel wherever I want and do whatever I want. I won’t let someone tell me what to do.

I come awake, the memory floating away. I was a slave. I know I was. I remember I was Robyn’s personal servant since as far as I can remember. Even as a small child I was her personal servant. I didn’t have a normal childhood. I try to remember meeting Dante, but again it’s just a black hole. Nothing is there. I don’t remember even meeting Kara or Cody. I knew he was lying when he said he was my boyfriend. Something inside of me doesn’t trust him. There is a niggling at the back of my mind of danger when it comes to him.

I roll from the bed and muscles I’ve never used or don’t remember using hurt and ache. I loved every moment of our time last night, except the spanking. Part of me wants to argue that I’m not his personal property, but I also know he was only trying to take care of me. For some reason, his dominance and orders don’t make me feel like my dream did.

I pull my fingers through my waves and spritz them with water to make the curls come back. When I get dressed in one of the many dresses from the closet, I smile. I love that I actually have someone press my clothes now. The all-white maxi dress buttons down the front and is off my shoulders with puffy sleeves to my wrists. The material is butter soft against my skin. I slip on a pair of black flat sandals and grab the wide brimmed straw hat for my head after I put a black belt on, cinching my waist in. I want to look extra pretty today for Dante. His love bites on my neck show and I don’t cover them up as we are staying around the villa today and not going into town.

Walking along the hallway toward the grand staircase, I take in everything around me. I know from my dream that I lived in luxury before, but this home is on a whole other level. The villa is old and grand with marble floors and paintings that I know cost a lot of money. My hand slides along the smooth polished handrail as I take the stairs down. I notice that Dante isn’t in the dining room, but I see movement out on the veranda. I move through the room to the open door letting the cool breeze into the house.

“Are you sure you don’t want to feel them? I swear they’re real.” I hear Kara’s voice take on a tone I recognize. A memory of her flirting with Cody and some of the other guys on the yacht. I turn and see her sitting on the table in front of Dante. He’s leaned back as she leans into him.

“I asked you to sit in the chair, Kara. I’m not interested in touching your breasts.” Dante’s voice is firm with little doubt he’s not into her.

“Oh, come on, Dante, you know you want someone more experienced than sweet little McKenna. She told me she’d never been with a man until she was raped.” She reaches out and tries to slide her fingers into his hair, but he pulls back from the table.

Her words slam into me and so does the memory. Drinking the cocktail that was handed to me at Robyn’s eighteenth birthday. I was only sixteen. I tried to decline, but he forced it into my hand. As soon as I took the first gulp, I knew something was wrong. I remember waking up the next morning hurting and bleeding. Knowing that I’d been raped. I told Robyn’s family, but they told me I was wrong, that a nice boy like him wouldn’t do that.

Anger hits me instantly and I’m moving across the veranda. I grab Kara’s hand and yank her from the table.

“You can leave. Now. He’s my fiancé and you just came on to him.”

“I was trying to prove to you he was just after you for sex.” Kara tries to defend her actions.

“He loves me. I love him,” I yell in her face.

“How is that possible? You just met him. You can’t love him.” She pulls away from me. “Stop being daft.”

“What did you call me? You think we are best friends, and you do this to me.” I sweep my arm back toward Dante. “I’m marrying him. I’m staying here. Pack your bloody shit and get the fuck out of my house.” I’m practically screaming at her, my body vibrating with anger. I’ve never felt this before. I want to stab her eyes out and cut off her fingers for touching him. “Get out now before I change my mind and hurt you,” I growl as I advance on her.

“You’re acting like a lunatic, McKenna. When you’re in the right mind again, I might not be here waiting for you.”

I reach for her hair. I grab a handful and start walking, dragging her behind me. She struggles and fights me, but I don’t give in. I move through the house toward the front door. The butler appears and opens it for me. I push her out.

“Your bags will be coming out in a moment. Stay out of my house and never touch my man again.” I slam the door and turn to the butler. “Could you please have someone collect Ms. Kara’s things and deliver them to her?”

“Si’, signora.” He bows slightly and steps away from me with a smirk on his face. I turn and find Dante standing there.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com