Taken by the Rebel

The pain had been unavoidable, but that didn’t mean he liked it any differently.

After the first time, he had no choice but to change the sheets, as there had been blood mixed with his semen.

He hadn’t worn a condom. Hadn’t wanted to. Fay also wasn’t on the pill.

Grabbing her stuff from her apartment, he’d inspected every inch, and hadn’t found any pills to show she was taking any.

He knew the risks and didn’t give a fuck. Fay was his.

She was curled up toward him, her hands tucked underneath her head. The sheet had worked its way down her body, and he lifted, taking the time to admire her body.

All his.

After the first time, he’d tried to give her time to heal, but he’d wanted her again, then again.

Last night, he’d taken her four times, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. He’d been waiting a long time for her.

Reaching out, he pushed a curl that had fallen over her face out of his way. She was so beautiful. He put his hand on her waist, stroking his thumb back and forth.

Being the light sleeper she was, Fay opened her eyes at the touch.

He smiled at her, and she gave him one back.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning, beautiful.”

She groaned. “What time is it?”

“A little after seven.”

“I don’t think I’ve slept this long in forever.” She released a yawn.

“Yeah, I now know what to do to keep you in my bed, and it’s not using chains.”

She chuckled. “Don’t get used to it.”

She lifted, quickly grabbing the blanket and trying to cover herself.

“I don’t think so.” He grabbed the blanket and jerked it down. Reaching out, he cupped one of her full tits and stroked across the nipple. “These are not designed to be covered up.”

He loved hearing her gasp. The slight intake of breath made him smile even more.

“I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to this,” she said.

Blaze pressed a kiss to her head. “I’ll be here to make sure you’re used to it.” He kissed her again.

Fay’s hand went to his cheek, cupping his face, and he sank his fingers into her hair, kissing her harder.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“Sore?”

“I don’t care.”

He groaned. “Fay, I’m trying to be the good guy here.”

“Then don’t be good. Please, I don’t want you to be good.”

Blaze pushed her to the bed, moving between her spread thighs. There was a chance he had already knocked her up, and he didn’t care.

Kissing down her body, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue across her tit and biting down just a little before moving across to the next one. He did the same to that one, working her body.

Putting his hands between her thighs, he lifted and stroked her clit, watching the pleasure cross her face. Then he slid down toward her pussy and worked a finger inside her.

She tensed up, and he groaned.

“No, I can’t do it, babe. You’re hurting.” And he’d been a selfish bastard last night.

“Blaze, please.”

“When you’re not sore, this pussy is only going to know my cock. Until then, I’m going to give you a chance to heal.”

Fay opened her mouth, about to complain, but his front doorbell rang.

There was only one person who had a spare key to get into his building, and that was his sister.

If he hadn’t put the locks in place, she would’ve already been in the apartment by now.

Fay turned startled eyes to him. “That’s Blair.”

“I know.” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Oh, God, this can’t be happening.”

“Stop panicking. I’ll deal with her.” He kissed her again. “It’s my sister, so you know she’s not going to leave. You might want to get dressed.” Thankfully, one thought of his sister, and his dick had gone from hard to shrunken within seconds. This helped him to be the perfect gentleman to his woman.

Fay could have taken him, but he didn’t want her to be sore or hurt.

The bell rang.

Then again.

He cursed his sister.

She was being a pain in the ass. She already knew about him and Fay, so it wasn’t a big secret.

He pulled on a pair of sweats as his bell was just ringing constantly.

While he flicked the locks, she would have heard him at the door, but she still rang it. He flung open the door and glared at her. “Seriously, how old are you?”

“Seriously, I don’t care. Where is Fay?”

“Why?”

“I went to her apartment, and she no longer lives there. Seeing as I’m not aware of where she is, and I know what a controlling ass you are, I know she’s here.” Blair stared at his naked chest and groaned. “Ew, gross. She’s here, isn’t she? You and her are officially, like, together.”

Blaze stepped toward her. “Yeah, we’re together. Fay is mine, but if you cause me any trouble on this, you and I are going to have a problem.”