Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Breaking.
Shutting down.
With my husband’s mouth against mine.
Weakly, I thrashed around. Ignoring the pain in my head and the throbbing in my heart. The damage he caused as he devoured my lips. Closing my eyes, I tried to steady my breathing, my thoughts, my core.
He loosened his grip, slowly brushing his lips against mine, and caused me to open my eyes. I saw all our memories fly through his gaze, one right after the other.
The first time we talked.
The first time he kissed me.
Touched me.
Made me his.
When his heated, tormented stare became too much for me to take, I turned my face, but he gripped onto my chin and forced me to look at him again.
“You don’t get to hide from me, kitten. Not then. Not now. Not ever.”
I grimaced, hating that he knew me so damn well.
We stared at one another for what felt like hours, both of us lost in the past we couldn’t change.
“What are you doing to me, Tristian?”
“I’m just reminding you of what we’ve always been to each other.”
“I’m not that naive sixteen-year-old girl anymore. You can’t manipulate me this time.”
“The only thing I want to do right now is make you come on my cock, Belle.”
He growled, crashing his lips onto mine again. His free hand slid down the side of my body, and in one rough, demanding tear, he ripped my dress off. Buttons flew everywhere and fell onto the ground. My dress pooled at our feet. I was left in nothing but my panties, garter, and heels. I didn’t have time to register what was happening before he quickly spun me around, shoving the front of my body against the wall.
Forcefully, he yanked my head back farther, claiming my lips with a force that had me weak in the knees, abruptly winning this power struggle between us. His hand went to my throat while the other flew to my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both, wanting to mark my body with only his touch.
The sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by the zipper echoed in the room and vibrated off the walls. In another rough gesture, he tore the elastic band of my panties, and they fell to my feet. There was no time to contemplate what was about to happen.
In one swift, hard thrust, he was deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my parted mouth as I hissed into his, crying out but not saying a word in both pleasure and pain.
I’d forgotten how big he was.
Digging his fingers into my ass, he rolled my hips to thrust in and out harder and faster, determined in his pursuit of my orgasm.
“This what you want, kitten? For me to hate fuck you like this?”
I shamelessly panted my reply.
“That’s it, kitten, let me feel your sweet pussy come on my cock…”
With every thrust, I felt the mass of his body movement inching me a little higher against the wall. My core throbbed against his shaft while my G-spot pulsated along the head of his dick, over and over again.
Each thrust.
Every moan.
Each push and pull.
Brought back memories I could never forget.
As much as I wanted.
As much as I tried.
They were always there, in the back of my mind.
“Tell me you’ve never thought about this. About me. About how much you loved me fucking you just like this.”
My body shuddered the closer I got to release.
“Your tight little pussy was made for me, kitten? Should I stop and leave you like this?”
Hearing his threat made my body combust. “Ahhhh…”
“Good girl.”
I didn’t just come down his dick, I exploded.
Seeing stars.
Galaxies.
The whole universe.
Another growl escaped from deep within his chest as I milked his cock to come right along with me. He roughly thrust in a few more times until he groaned out his release deep in my core.
We stayed there like that, bodies lax, breathing heavily. When I went to move, he pulled me up instead and carried me bridal style into the bedroom. I thought this was over. I’d survived our first sex session.
I was wrong.
He was only getting started.
Tristian tossed me on the bed and anchored my legs over his shoulders. He took me that way, releasing his come deep inside of me…
Where he wanted it to stay.
Chapter 9
—Belle—
Then: One month later
Rebel Rider: I. Hate. Him.
Full Throttle: What did Tristian do this time?
Rebel Rider: He completely embarrassed me during lunch. Oh my God! I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. He’s such a jerk! I don’t understand how girls literally throw themselves at him like he’s the best thing that’s ever walked the earth, when he’s nothing but a bully.
For the last month, Tristian had made my life at school a living, breathing nightmare. He was constantly bullying me in one way or another. Stealing my lunch, knocking my books out of my hands so they’d drop to the floor in front of everyone. His favorite was changing the code to my locker, making me late for class. He was rude, always making snarky comments at me. He was just plain mean. Saying stuff like my daddy wouldn’t be happy if he saw me talking to whoever I was. Especially, guys.