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)
I felt full like my body was made for him.
“Oh God, please don’t stop. Harder… Ahh … yes … yes … just like that.”
“There’s my girl.”
I wanted it rough.
Hard.
Demanding.
I wanted him to brand me.
Mark me.
Make me his.
Leaving nothing but destruction in his wake like always.
“Tell me you love my cock inside of you. Tell me you never want me to stop fucking you. Tell me or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”
The familiar response of wanting to come made its way down my core, and I started to completely come apart again.
“Yes…” was all I could muster, not wanting to use the word love with him.
Our breathing and panting were in sync. It only took a few more thrusts, grunts, and groans, and we came at the exact same time.
“You’re mine, Belle Hawkins. All mine.” His tone was laced with pure possession.
And for a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in him.
Chapter 13
—Belle—
Then: One week later
Rebel Rider: I have to tell you something.
It was late, past midnight, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had to tell him the truth. Despite what might happen between us.
Full Throttle: Oh, yeah? What’s that?
Rebel Rider: I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just didn’t know how to say it without upsetting you. Last week, I ended up going to that race war, and one thing led to another… The cops showed up, I jumped on the back of some guy’s bike, but to make a long story short, it was Tristian. He saved me from getting hurt, then made sure my parents didn’t find out where I really was.
Full Throttle: Are you okay?
Rebel Rider: Yes, no. I don’t know. He outsped the cops, and we had to hide out in an alley for a while. We started talking. He told me some stuff that he’s never told anyone. Or, at least, that’s what he claimed. I guess it made my hate for him lessen a little bit.
Full Throttle: What are you not saying?
Rebel Rider: He kissed me. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that night, but I didn’t want to make you mad. I mean, not that you should be mad… I’m just saying, in case you would be. Things between us seem to be getting closer, and I like you. A lot.
Full Throttle: What about Tristian?
Rebel Rider: I don’t how I feel about him, and that’s the truth. I swear it.
Full Throttle: And the kiss? Did you like that too?
Rebel Rider: I’m not sure. I think I’m just confused because it was my first kiss, and maybe that’s just how you feel after your first kiss. I promise I still hate him, but ever since that night, he’s been on my mind. He got inside my head, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Even though I don’t want to, he’s just there. I don’t lie to you. I feel bad it’s taken me this long to actually tell you. I know I didn’t cheat on you, but it sort of feels like I did. I’m sorry, Full Throttle. Are you mad at me?
Full Throttle: Do you want me to be?
For some reason, his question upset me, and I reacted.
Rebel Rider: It’s not like I know your real name or anything. I know nothing about you. You never tell me, but I’ve told you all about me. You think that’s fair? I may not be able to stop thinking about Tristian, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped thinking about you. I haven’t. I think about you all the time. I can’t lose you as a friend. You’ve become my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine not talking to you. Can you at least tell me something about yourself? Like your real name?
Full Throttle: My real name isn’t going to change the fact that you kissed him, Belle.
Rebel Rider: I know, but it’ll make me feel closer to you. Don’t you want that?
Full Throttle: Who do you think about more? Him or me?
I swallowed hard, wanting to be honest with him.
Rebel Rider: I think about you both in different ways.
Full Throttle: You didn’t answer my question.
Rebel Rider: Tell me your name and I’ll answer.
Full Throttle: My name isn’t going to change our future.
Rebel Rider: What does that mean?
Full Throttle: It’s Chase.
I was shocked he actually told me. Typing out my response, I was about to hit send when he abruptly logged off.
“Ugh!” I threw my laptop on the bed, annoyed he’d just exited our conversation like it didn’t mean anything to him.
Was he pissed? Upset?
Needing to wash away my anger, I jumped in the shower until the water ran cold.
What if he never logged on again? What if this was the last time he’d speak to me?
I didn’t know his phone number or email. There was no way I’d be able to reach him. I messed up, ruining the first real friendship I ever had with someone. This was all Tristian’s fault. He was wrecking my life. Exactly how he wanted. To make matters worse, he knew how to push every one of my buttons like no one else in the world. He hadn’t spoken to me, leaving me alone for the last week. Being at school, I felt as if I was walking on eggshells daily, waiting for I didn’t know what from him. I couldn’t stop feeling his lips on mine, finding myself touching my mouth more often as the days went on.