His Rebel Read Online Alexa Riley (Rebel #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rebel Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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I lied to myself when I walked to the hospital after the incident this morning. I was telling myself that it was to check and make sure I hadn’t been spotted. I convinced myself that I was covering my tracks, but in reality I knew what I was doing. I was checking on him. The need to know he was okay burned deep in my belly. How is this kind of attraction even possible?

The worst part was the relief I felt when I found out he was okay. But then when I saw him exit, I knew I had messed up. The only thing I could think of was to walk back to his building. I needed him to know that I knew just as much as he did, if not more. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy for him to find me after I ditch him.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” I say, feeling bold, and somewhat distracted from how good he smells. I lean in a little, wanting more of that smell.

“I have orders,” he clips through gritted teeth, but he makes no move to grab me. In fact, it looks like he’s trying to keep from touching me.

“Then why have you let me stand here for so long? Why didn’t you call for backup?” I make a point to glance around at the empty street.

Something I said pricked him. “You need to shut up.” His big body leans closer to me, and I feel the pulse between my legs. I suck in a deep breath as excitement runs through my veins.

I cling desperately to the hate I’m supposed to feel for him. “You’re nothing to me but a privileged cocksucker.” I hold my chin up high, refusing to back down. Refusing to let him see the need I’m feeling for him.

He closes the small distance between us. “You think you can talk to me like that?”

“I just did,” I sass back, and I can see his pupils dilate. His breathing grows heavier.

“How about I bring you in for questioning? Do you know what that entails? You’ll be begging me to let you return my gun.”

I challenge him by moving in even closer and pressing my body to his. The hard planes of his muscles push firmly against my hard nipples. I move my lips to his neck so he can feel my breath on him as I speak. “Does it involve a spanking? Because I sure could use one.” I let my breath tickle his neck and watch little goosebumps form there. God, it’s hot seeing his body betray him just like mine is doing to me.

“Fuck,” he rumbles low in his chest. It vibrates my breasts and I gasp in surprise at the feeling.

“Nice talk for a government boy.” I’m pushing all of his buttons and I know it.

“I’m not a boy.”

I glance up to see him staring down my shirt at my tits. No, he’s definitely not a boy. “Prove it.” I’m playing with fire, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I want to see what he’ll do. The throb between my legs has become too intense to ignore.

Am I actually flirting with him? This guy stands for everything I’m against, and my brain is waving red flags all over the place. But my pussy isn’t listening to any of it. All I can see is a hot piece of man meat in front of me with a clean dick and muscles bulging through his clothes. I want to wrap my body around his and have him fuck me into submission. I want him to take me.

Brad grits his teeth and grips my upper arm as he drags me into the building we’ve stopped outside. His building. He punches in a code and the doors open, and Bo slips in with us. The doors lock behind us as he drags me to the elevator.

“No dogs allowed,” he says.

I look back over my shoulder to see Bo sitting obediently by the front door. I nod to him. I know he’ll stay out until I get back. Brad pushes me into the elevator and hits the button for the top floor. As soon as the elevator lurches up, I slip from his grip and hit the floor.

Panic floods my system, and I have to shut my eyes to keep from freaking out.

“Hey!” Brad shouts as he picks me up in his arms and holds me to his chest. One hand comes up to cup my chin. He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” His eyes are full of concern. Gone is the hard guy from moments ago, another man now in his place.

“Why would you care?” I ask, nausea rolling through me.

“I care,” he answers gently. “More than I should,” he mutters.


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