Rebels : The Complete Series

by Alexa Riley

  I can’t remember the last time anyone put their hands on me. He’s setting fire to my skin with his tight grip, but in the best way possible. I have to do something to make this need go away. I have no business having feelings for this man-beast. He’s the enemy, and I need to remind both of us of that.

  As soon as the door to the hallway bangs shut and we’re in the abandoned stairwell, I decide to clear the air.

  “Am I really under arrest, or was that just for the benefit of anyone listening outside?” I ask.

  “No, you’re not under arrest. You should be.” His eyes stare into mine. “Just answer some questions.”

  “Why not question me here? I promise I won’t run away.”

  There’s a moment of hesitation from him, but then he nods. “Who put you up to the attack on me?”

  I smile. “Bo.”

  “Who?”

  “My dog.”

  “So I’m not going to get the truth then?” he asks, letting go of my hand. I want to reach out for him and take his back, but I steel myself.

  I sigh, unable to help myself. There’s something inside me that doesn’t want to disappoint him. “The truth is, I don’t even know.”

  “That’s convenient.” He shakes his head.

  “I wish I could help.”

  “Do you?” He narrows his eyes on me, and for a moment I do wish that. I wish I could give him what he wants. But I know the score.

  “Wish I could help the Regime knock us down even further? Definitely not.” I give him the truth. I want to remind him of who I am.

  Brad grits his teeth, and it makes his jawline even sexier. Shit, I’m in trouble.

  “I just need a name and you can walk away.”

  I search his eyes for the truth, and he’s not lying. Why would he let me go free? So he could have me to himself? I push the thought away. “No. That’s not how it works,”

  “Then how does it work?” He’s getting frustrated.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s closed the distance between us. Maybe it’s meant to intimidate me, but all it does is make me hotter for him. I want to wrap my body around his.

  “You know I can’t tell you. I won’t betray my people. You might as well shoot me or turn me over to the Regime.” I feel defiant, but also powerful. That’s always the bottom line for me. Never betray The Insurgence.

  He doesn’t like my answer, and his brow furrows and his chest rumbles. He’s not going to shoot me and he’s not going to see me rot in jail. I guess that means he likes me?

  “You know I can’t do that,” he whispers, leaning down closer to me.

  “Why not?” I ask softly, feeling his breath on my lips. I don’t know why, but I have to hear him say it. I have to push him into an answer. As much as I’m supposed to hate him, every part of my body and soul is screaming at me to close the distance, telling me that this man and I belong pushed up against each other. Inseparable. “Tell me, Brad. What’s really stopping you?”

  I can see him fighting the urge to kiss me. It’s easy to see conflict on his face as his eyes focus in on my lips. Everything the Regime drilled into him about fraternizing with someone like me is rushing through his mind, I know it. But he still wants me. His light blue eyes come back to mine. I wait, holding his gaze. My god, he has gorgeous blues. I can see a kindness behind them, something tender that I know he’s letting only me see.

  “The same thing that’s stopping you,” he says, right before he slides his hand up to cup my cheek and his lips connect with mine.

  For a second it’s so tender, my knees go weak. But just as fast it turns hard and needy. Before I know what’s happening, my back hits the wall and his big body is rubbing up against mine. His lips move down and he’s at my neck. I can feel his teeth there as he marks me. My body is on fire as he picks me up and grabs my ass. Power radiates from him, and this situation has gone from zero to one hundred in half a second. I run my hands up the bulging muscles of his chest as my legs wrap around his waist, and moan at the feeling of him pressed to me.

  Without warning, Brad reaches down and takes his shirt off. His wide, naked chest is bare in front of me and my mouth waters at the sight. He’s definitely not a soft office worker. His body is a solid stack of bricks and I look at him in shock.

  “Who are you?” I whisper, more to myself than him.

  “You know where I live, you know my secured phone number, you tell me.” He wraps his hands around my hips, gripping me tight. He rolls them over the hard ridge in his pants, and I can’t stifle the moan that escapes from me.

  Before I know what’s happening he’s turned me around and positioned me above him, straddling him as he sits on the stairs.

  “Oh god,” I breathe, watching him as he undoes his pants and pulls out his long, thick cock dripping with need. I want that cock and I want it now. My lower half melts as I watch him stroke it slowly.

  My mind races. I shouldn’t want him. He’s everything I stand against, yet here he is with a big hard cock and I’m ready to slide down on it until I can’t move my legs. My resentment of what he represents somehow strengthens the need in my pussy.

  He leans forward and kisses my neck, then mouths his way down between my tits. His arm is locked around my waist and I can’t get free. But I really don’t want to. I’m not prepared for how much I want his hands on me, and it’s all so overwhelming. It seems like with each touch my loneliness is slipping away and he’s filling its place.

  This wasn’t my plan. My plan was to destroy his reputation on the live feed and help the Insurgence gain more political ground. But somehow he has me in his grip, and all of my reasons for getting up and walking away are out of reach. My reason for living is fighting against guys like him, but everything he’s doing to me makes me want to give in. Makes me want something more.

  I close my eyes and tell my brain to shut up. This is insane, but dammit, I need this. I want this stolen moment. It will be mine and mine alone. I’ll think about it late at night when I lie in bed looking out at the stars.

  His lips find mine and I’m lost again. The taste of him so warm and sexy, and the feel of his tongue against mine is making me dizzy. My legs are shaking with anticipation, and suddenly a loud rip echoes in the empty stairwell. My eyes pop open to see he’s ripped the crotch of my shorts along with my fishnets, exposing my wet pussy to him. His rock-hard length is a mere inch away from my opening, and I swear I whine with need when I see it.

  I realize in this moment that I talk a good game, but right now, I’m both horny and terrified. I want to ease down onto his length and ride him hard, but there are so many signs that tell me this is definitely a bad idea.

  “Don’t do that,” he says, and touches my chin.

  I look up into his eyes. “Do what?”

  “Don’t go back into your head,” He leans forward, kissing his way down my chest again.

  How does he know? How can he read me so well?

  “I don’t have a condom,” he tells me, licking my collarbone.

  “I do.” I pull one of the contraband condoms out of my back pocket. I don’t know why I always carry one on me, but I’m going to take it as a sign of luck.

  For a second, he stops kissing me. I look down to see anger in his eyes as he stares at it, then at me. “Who gave you that?”

  “Does it matter?” I ask as he snatches it out of my hand.

  “No.” His clipped answer is maddening, but as soon as he says it he dives back to my chest and continues to lavish kisses on me, and I forget to be angry.

  I let out a gasp when he yanks down my tank top and exposes one breast. His mouth latches onto my nipple and I move my hips forward as I cry out. I feel the tip of his cock graze my clit and it might as well have been an electric shock.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asks, but there’s humor in his voice.

  “Yes. No. Sort of. Shut up and do it again,” I moan, gripping his hair in a tight hold.

  But he doesn’t listen. Instead he push
es the tip of his cock into my opening. His eyes find mine and he raises his chin.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “No,” I retort, gritting my teeth.

  “I won’t do it unless you ask for it,” he says, licking his lips. His ice-blue eyes and dark hair make him look like a fallen angel. “Tell me you want my dick inside your rebel cunt. That you want this Elite cock to fuck you.”

  I can practically hear myself dripping on him, his filthy words turning me on. What is it about him that makes me need him so badly? As much as I might say I don’t want him, we both know I do. And we both know what’s going to happen.

  “Say it,” he orders, his voice low but somehow cocky in his assurance.

  “Fuck me,” I grit out.

  He slides on the condom, and I push down at the same time he thrusts up and I don’t know which one of us groans louder. For a second there’s a moment of pain when he pops my cherry, but just as quickly it’s replaced by relief—that ache has been sated, the yearning void has been filled.

  We are playing a dangerous game, I think, as I close my eyes and lean my head back. He slides all the way out before pausing and pushing back in. Everyone has warned me about men like him, and now I’ve got Brad Chalmers between my thighs and all those warnings go out the window. I push the negative thoughts out of my head, because right now, my pussy is the one in charge, and she won’t be stopped. She’s taking what she wants.

  If I’m going to give my virginity to this man, I’m going to make sure he remembers it. I don’t know what’s going to happen after this moment, but a jealous streak claws up my back and I don’t want him to enjoy any other woman ever again. I hate him, but I want him to think of me every time his dick gets hard. I want him to ache for my pussy. If he gets a part of me, then I get a part of him too, dammit.

  Chapter Four

  Brad

  This day isn’t going how I thought it would. First this little rebel knocked me on my ass, and now I’m about to fuck her right in the stairwell in the middle of the day. Seeing the contraband condom pissed me off because it made me realize she’s had another man in her. Another man in what’s mine. Because it’s about to be. Once I put my stamp on her pussy, she’s not getting away. I may have slid that condom on while she was looking, but it’s not staying in place.

  I wanted to fuck into her with no boundaries. The Regime’s right about one thing. It’s time for me to breed. She got one thrust from me with the condom on, but when I pulled out I slipped it off and threw it on the ground. I sighed with relief that she didn’t notice the difference when I sank back into her.

  Her tight little cunt wraps around me so snug and perfect, I knew in that thrust she was made for me. I pop out her other tit and suck on the nipple hard as she cries out and rides me. Her round hips are the devil and she’s come here to send me straight to hell. I lean back and watch her work on top of me and the image is burned into my brain. I’ve never seen anything hotter than her big tits bouncing up and down as her little pussy swallows my cock. I’ll never forget this moment for as long as I live. She looks like a goddess.

  My dick is squirting inside her as she pops on it like a pogo stick. Her unprotected pussy is taking my seed and breeding our baby. I should feel guilty for this, but I have to have her bound to me, and that means breeding her. I know she’s going to fight this thing between us, but I’m making sure she will always be mine and mine alone.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, cupping her tits and looking her up and down.

  Her dark eyes meet mine as her chestnut hair falls down her back in waves. I wish we were both naked and spread out on my bed. After I fuck her here on the steps, I’m going to carry her up to my place and do it all over again. I want to eat her pussy and have her suck my cock—something that is forbidden here. I’ve only ever heard about it, but that’s just another one of the laws I’m going to break for her. For us.

  Then I want to bend her over and see her big ass bounce when I take her from behind. I can probably slip into her raw again that way without her knowing. Another chance to breed her. I feel a little bit of cum leak out of my cock at the thought.

  But there’s more here between us than a quick fuck. The second I saw her outside the hospital I felt it, too. She was there for me, and she wanted me to follow her. She wanted me to bring her in here and make her mine. She might not know it, might not even admit it to herself, but it’s true. The world is stacked against us, but one look and I knew she was my destiny.

  Now I just have to figure out how to keep her in my arms because I know I can never live without her after the things she’s made me feel.

  I’ll do anything to keep her.

  Chapter Five

  Sylvia

  The physical and emotional connection between us is instantaneous. As he slips into my body I gasp at the sparks that crackle between us. I tighten around him before sinking back down again and taking him in a little deeper each time. He groans as he leans back and watches me, and I feel powerful. This giant man between my thighs looks at me like I created the world.

  Brad’s hands tighten brutally on my waist and he holds my hips. I squeeze my pussy around his cock at the same time, and he moans. He leans forward and I feel his teeth on my neck as he begins to suck.

  “Tell me your name,” he demands. I hesitate, and he can feel it. He leans back to look at me. His eyes meet mine and I can see the plea there. “Please.”

  Nothing and nobody ever gets to me. I never allow myself to get emotional. I don’t cry, I don’t react to pain. I have trained myself not to react in case I ever get kidnapped and tortured for information. But something like this, I’m not prepared for. I never knew that the whole time I was teaching my brain how to battle someone like Brad, I should have been working on my heart.

  “Sylvia,” I admit, even though I shouldn’t.

  “Sylvia,” he breathes, like the word is a prayer.

  Hearing my name on his lips does nothing to stop my heart from falling deeper into his grasp.

  I ride him while I try not to let my need for him cloud my mind, but it’s no good. I can’t help but enjoy being taken for the first time by this man-beast who’s leaving his mark all over me. It’s too good, and all my reasons for giving him that condom are making me angry. My whole life I’ve avoided getting pregnant, but right now, I’d love nothing more than for the condom between us to disappear and see what happens. For a fleeting moment, I look at him and wonder if our baby would have his eyes…

  With one last tight squeeze around his cock, I take him as deep as he can go and he cums so hard that I can feel the heat of it even through the condom.

  Brad cries out in agony and pleasure. His eyes close and he lets the sensations wash over him. I run my hands over his chest, coming around to his waist. I want to keep going and let him finish me off, but now is my moment.

  Before he can stop me, I plant my feet and spring off his cock, then I grab my hoodie and run down the stairs. He shouts and I hear the clanging metal the handcuffs I’d snuck from his pocket, taking care to quietly clip them to his wrist, and attached to metal railing behind him.

  He sounds pissed. More than pissed actually.

  Once my clothes are in order I see Bo at the entrance waiting on me with his tail wagging. The noise from upstairs is getting louder as he screams my name. Yeah, he’s pissed. I bite my lip, trying not to smile as I slip the second handgun I’ve stolen from him today in my bag.

  My pussy aches with each step and I can feel my body start to shake. Leaving him is harder than I thought it would be, but I had to get out of there. I couldn’t let myself get off and give him that part of me. I had to keep one thing for myself, even though it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. If he has that then he has everything. As much as I want to give it to him, I had to run. With each step I take, though, I feel that loneliness he washed away coming back.

  Chapter Six

  Brad

  That woman ha
d done it again. How is it she managed to get away from me and left me on my ass twice in one day? Now she has both of my weapons. And on top of that, I’m about to be knee deep in the shit. There are surveillance cameras all over my street and outside my building. Someone saw me go in with her, and they’ll see that she walked out on her own.

  I knew there weren’t cameras in the stairwell, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken her there. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. And even though she got away, she still belongs to me. I look down and see the condom I pulled off lying in the ground. I suck in a breath when I see the small trace of blood on it.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, picking it up. The feeling is bittersweet. I was the only man to ever have her, but I took her like a beast in the fucking stairs. I shake my head at myself as I slide the condom and wrapper into my pocket.

  Upstairs in my bathroom, I clean my wrist, carefully dabbing at the skin torn by the handcuffs. I had to rip the railing off to break free and by the time I got downstairs she was gone. While I’m drying up, my phone rings. I ignore it. It’s The Leader and I have nothing good to report. I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head.

  Has she done this kind of thing to others? Seduced men to trap them? I know she didn’t fuck them, I have the evidence of that, but maybe she does other things. Is this a regular thing and I don’t know about it? Is it possible that this is The Insurgence’s strategy? To take our weapons little by little?

  No.

  I don’t want to think about her with other men, using them the same way she did me. This meant something to her. I know it did. I wasn’t alone in that stairwell, and I felt it just as much as she did.

  I press at my nose and wince. I can’t believe how hard she hit me this morning. She’s a little thing, but someone must have taught her to fight. I don’t like imagining who that might have been, so instead I focus on the image of her riding my cock. She’s feisty.