I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand. This wasn’t who I was. I was never the girl who sat around and let bad things happen either to myself or anyone I cared about. I was Lucy-fucking-Rebel-Marks. I climbed out of bed, went into the closet, and looked for my clothes. Not the little Mary Sunshine shit that woman had given me. My shit.
I laughed as I stripped, thinking about Edge asking me if I knew how to handle a gun. Someday, when I managed to get out from under all the crap that had descended on my life, I’d show him exactly how much better I handled a gun than he did. Okay, well, maybe that was stretching it. Edge was a goddamn spy. He better be able to handle a weapon better than me.
I was about to pull my boots on when I heard Edge walk into the bedroom.
“Rebel?” he called out.
“What?”
He turned on the light I hadn’t bothered with. “What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”
I brushed past him. “I’m going back to work.”
“No. You’re not.”
I spun around on him. “Yeah. I am.”
“I told you before, you aren’t working for the rest of the day. Even if you showed up, Tee-Tee would send you back here.”
“You have no right.”
“I have every right. You’re in my custody. It’s my job to keep you safe.”
I took a step forward and got in his face. “Just because you posted my bail, doesn’t mean you own me. And if that’s what you think, then take me back to jail right this minute. I’ve been on my own a long goddamn time, and I don’t—”
Fuck! He did it again. The bastard grabbed my neck and k
issed me. Just like every other time, it was hard and deep and long. Also like the other times, my goddamn traitorous body melted against his like I didn’t have a brain in my head…or any pride. Somehow, I willed my arms to work and pushed against him. “Don’t do that!” I shouted.
He got right back in my face. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry. I can’t keep my bloody hands off you as it is, but when you—”
This time I grabbed his neck and plastered my mouth against his. Fuck if he didn’t light a fire in me, especially when he got all demanding and threatened me with consequences. I kissed the shit out of him, and he gave it right back to me.
As if every part of my body suddenly operated independently of my brain, I began ripping at his clothes. I wanted Edge naked, and I wanted it right now.
I tore at his shirt, and once he took over and threw it to the ground, I clawed at his belt buckle. Why in the hell were these things so damn hard to unfasten? Weren’t guys ever in a hurry when they had to take a piss?
I took a step back and watched as Edge shed the rest of the clothes he was wearing and then stalked toward me.
“You better fucking want this, Rebel, because it’s going to be bloody hard for me to stop if you don’t.”
“You stop and I swear to God…”
He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
“I’m warning you, Edge. Don’t you dare hold back on me. I want everything you’ve got. You promised you’d take care of me. You said you’d wring me out and then come back for more. Don’t even think about disappointing me.”
Edge closed the short distance between us like a bull. Between the two of us, I was naked moments later. He picked me up, threw my ass on the bed, and crawled on top of me.
“Put your hands above your head,” he growled, wedging his knee between my legs and then spreading them wider with his hands.
He shifted his body down and blew his warm breath on my already-overheated pussy. When I moved my hand to grab his head, it was like lightning the way he grasped it. “Over your head, Rebel, and don’t move. If you can’t do as I ask, I’ll force you.”
A flood of arousal gushed from me. “How?” He hesitated and I wanted to cry. I thrashed instead. “How, goddammit?”
When he shook his head, I tried to get out from under him, but he was too strong. “I’m going to bind you, Rebel.”
I stared into his eyes. “Do it.”