Forcefully, he yanked my head back farther, claiming my lips with a force that had me weak in the knees, abruptly winning this power struggle between us. His hand went to my throat while the other flew to my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both, wanting to mark my body with only his touch.

  The sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by the zipper echoed in the room and vibrated off the walls. In another rough gesture, he tore the elastic band of my panties, and they fell to my feet. There was no time to contemplate what was about to happen.

  In one swift, hard thrust, he was deep inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he groaned against my parted mouth as I hissed into his, crying out but not saying a word in both pleasure and pain.

  I’d forgotten how big he was.

  Digging his fingers into my ass, he rolled my hips to thrust in and out harder and faster, determined in his pursuit of my orgasm.

  “This what you want, kitten? For me to hate fuck you like this?”

  I shamelessly panted my reply.

  “That’s it, kitten, let me feel your sweet pussy come on my cock…”

  With every thrust, I felt the mass of his body movement inching me a little higher against the wall. My core throbbed against his shaft while my G-spot pulsated along the head of his dick, over and over again.

  Each thrust.

  Every moan.

  Each push and pull.

  Brought back memories I could never forget.

  As much as I wanted.

  As much as I tried.

  They were always there, in the back of my mind.

  “Tell me you’ve never thought about this. About me. About how much you loved me fucking you just like this.”

  My body shuddered the closer I got to release.

  “Your tight little pussy was made for me, kitten? Should I stop and leave you like this?”

  Hearing his threat made my body combust. “Ahhhh…”

  “Good girl.”

  I didn’t just come down his dick, I exploded.

  Seeing stars.

  Galaxies.

  The whole universe.

  Another growl escaped from deep within his chest as I milked his cock to come right along with me. He roughly thrust in a few more times until he groaned out his release deep in my core.

  We stayed there like that, bodies lax, breathing heavily. When I went to move, he pulled me up instead and carried me bridal style into the bedroom. I thought this was over. I’d survived our first sex session.

  I was wrong.

  He was only getting started.

  Tristian tossed me on the bed and anchored my legs over his shoulders. He took me that way, releasing his come deep inside of me…

  Where he wanted it to stay.

  Chapter 9

  —Belle—

  Then: One month later

  Rebel Rider: I. Hate. Him.

  Full Throttle: What did Tristian do this time?

  Rebel Rider: He completely embarrassed me during lunch. Oh my God! I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. He’s such a jerk! I don’t understand how girls literally throw themselves at him like he’s the best thing that’s ever walked the earth, when he’s nothing but a bully.

  For the last month, Tristian had made my life at school a living, breathing nightmare. He was constantly bullying me in one way or another. Stealing my lunch, knocking my books out of my hands so they’d drop to the floor in front of everyone. His favorite was changing the code to my locker, making me late for class. He was rude, always making snarky comments at me. He was just plain mean. Saying stuff like my daddy wouldn’t be happy if he saw me talking to whoever I was. Especially, guys.

  Full Throttle: What did he do at lunch?

  Rebel Rider: Remember how I was telling you there’s this biker gang in my town that’s getting in all sorts of trouble for their illegal street wars?

  Full Throttle: Yeah.

  Rebel Rider: I guess the person running it is from one of the high schools here. Nobody knows who it is, though. Things got crazy last night, and one of the members outsped the sheriff.

  Full Throttle: No shit?

  Rebel Rider: I know! It’s super crazy! Everyone at school was talking about it today.

  Full Throttle: What does that have to do with what Tristian did to you at lunch?

  Rebel Rider: They’re having another street race tonight. It was all over school. At lunch, my lab partner, Travis, invited me to go with him, and Tristian overheard. He came up to us and told Travis I couldn’t go because my bedtime was at eight o’clock and that my daddy has to tuck me in to read me my bedtime story. He said it obnoxiously loud, so of course the entire cafeteria started laughing. Including, Travis. He then backed away from me like I suddenly had the plague. It was awful. When I turned to go off on Tristian, he was gone. I avoided him for the rest of the day, but it didn’t matter. He changed the code on my locker again, and I couldn’t get my books for class. The janitor had to cut the lock off again, and I was late for 4th period.

  Full Throttle: Why don’t you report him to the principal?

  Rebel Rider: I can’t risk it getting back to my parents that he’s bullying me. They’ll pull me out of school, and I’ll be homeschooled for the rest of high school, which is probably what he wants. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Even though I’d love to get him in trouble, it’s just not worth it for me.

  Full Throttle: No good deed goes unpunished.

  Rebel Rider: Tell me about it. Whatever. I’m still going to the street race.

  Full Throttle: What about your parents?

  Rebel Rider: I told them I was studying with my friend Erica. She’s picking me up tonight.

  Full Throttle: You’re becoming quite the little liar.

  I laughed.

  Rebel Rider: I’m a bad girl now, didn’t you know? What are you doing tonight?

  Full Throttle: Might take my bike for a ride.

  Rebel Rider: Ugh! I’m so jealous.

  Full Throttle: You want to ride on the back of my bike, Rebel Rider?

  I bit my lower lip. We’d become closer in the last month. He was my biggest confidant. I had told him more about my life than I ever had before. It was easy to confide in him. He was always there for me, and I didn’t have that with anyone.

  Rebel Rider: Do you want me on the back of your bike?

  Full Throttle: I asked first.

  I rolled my eyes.

  Rebel Rider: Maybe…

  Full Throttle: Just maybe?

  Rebel Rider: Your turn to answer.

  Full Throttle: I’d love for you to spread your legs for me.

  My eyes widened.

  Full Throttle: On the back of my bike, of course.

  Before I chickened out, I typed back.

  Rebel Rider: Just on the back of your bike?

  Full Throttle: Don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answer to.

  Rebel Rider: What if I am?

  Full Throttle: You’re not.

  Rebel Rider: How do you know?

  Full Throttle: I know a lot of things about you, Belle Montgomery.

  I jerked back, almost falling out of my chair.

  Rebel Rider: How do you know my name? I never told you that.

  Full Throttle: You didn’t have to.

  Rebel Rider: What’s that supposed to mean?

  Full Throttle: Be careful tonight.

  I went to reply, but he logged off. He did that sometimes when he didn’t want to respond to my questions.

  I rolled my eyes again. “Great.”

  I ignored the looming feeling in the pit of my stomach and jumped into the shower instead. After I was done, I grabbed my faux leather leggings and a crop top. Throwing on a flannel next, I stepped into my black combat boots, finishing off my outfit. Letting my hair flow loosely around my face, I then applied a light layer of makeup. Some mascara, blush, and lip gloss completed my vibe for the night.

  My parents were at some charity event. I didn’t have to worry about running into them as I made my way downstairs to the front door, where Erica was waiting in my driveway.

  “Look at you, babe! You look like a rebel!”

  I smiled wide, loving that she’d called me that.

  We hit it off pretty quickly in chem class, but this was the first time I was hanging out with her.

  “Are you excited?” she asked, driving.

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “You’ve never been to one of these?”

  I shook my head. “My parents would kill me if they knew where I was going.”

  “You’re in for a wild ride, Belle. These races are crazy! I’ve been to a few, and I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

  Despite lying to my parents about where I was going, it didn’t stop my anticipation for what was to come. We couldn’t get there fast enough. When we pulled into what appeared to be a huge, abandoned parking lot that led to a long road that they raced down, it was jam-packed with people showing off their rides. From trucks to old classic cars, to street bikes.

  “Holy crap!” I shouted. “You weren’t kidding!”

  It took us over an hour to get into the place. Trying to find parking was insane. We were literally out in the middle of nowhere. As soon as we stepped out of her car, the sound of two street bikes came to life down the road, pulling everyone’s eyes toward them.

  Including mine.

  The chills down my spine should’ve been a sign, a warning for me to leave right then and there, but I didn’t. I was too busy, too consumed, too hypnotized by the sight in front of me. Two bikers with chromed-out helmets tore through the crowd on bright blue stunt bikes as they popped wheelies. Not just any wheelies, though. They were standing with one foot on the back of the jump seat handle, while their other foot slightly touched the ground beneath them, dragging their black combat boots as they held the bikes perfectly upright in two sharp, straight lines.

  They continued on with their tricks, completely captivating me as they performed stunt after stunt.

  “Wow,” I breathed out.

  I’d never seen anything like it. Not even online. They flawlessly executed their tricks, driving the bikes like the pros they obviously were. The crowd was losing their minds.

  Out of nowhere, the sound of police sirens blared in the distance. I immediately turned, looking for Erica, but she was nowhere to be found.

  “Oh, no…”

  Everyone started running, creating an immediate frenzy of panic and chaos. While the sirens drew closer, I couldn’t keep up with the stampede, and fell to the ground.

  “Ouch! Please! Stop!” I screamed, getting trampled on the harsh concrete beneath me.

  Nobody listened.

  Nobody cared.

  I was either going to get crushed and end up in the hospital, or worse—the police station. Suddenly, one of the blue stunt bikes was hightailing it in my direction until it abruptly stopped a few feet beside me, causing the tires to skid across the pavement.

  I stared up at him with wide eyes, panting profusely as he reached out his hand for me to take. Now that he was closer, I could tell it was a guy who was driving the bike.

  “Uhhh…” I stuttered. “I don’t…”

  The cops were pulling into the parking lot. The last thing I wanted to do was ride off with some guy I didn’t know. However, there wasn’t another choice. I did what I had to do.

  I gripped onto his hand and jumped onto the back of his bike.

  Chapter 10

  —Belle—

  Once I straddled his seat, he tapped onto my leg and gestured for me to wrap my arms around his stomach. I did as I was told. In less than a second, he floored it. Speeding out of the parking lot at full throttle. All the blood drained from my face when one of the cops followed us.

  “Oh, God…” I breathed out.

  With one hand, he clutched onto my grip, holding me tighter against his stomach as the speedometer accelerated faster.

  Eighty miles per hour.

  Ninety-five.

  A hundred and ten.

  One twenty-five…

  I couldn’t see because it was too windy. Leaning my forehead against his back, I closed my eyes and held on for dear life.

  A sharp right.

  Left.

  Right again.

  My heart pounded out of my chest as he tried his best to lose them. He tapped on my thigh, and I opened my eyes. He silently gestured for me to stand with him, and I adamantly shook my head, immediately mouthing no. It wasn’t until he signaled toward the front of him that I realized why he wanted me to stand with him.

  For a split second, I surrendered all control and handed it to him. Squealing as loud as I could, I stood at the same time as he did. Seconds later, he popped a wheelie. I shrieked and locked my arms around his stomach harder than before. I hid my face in his broad, muscular back, praying that we wouldn’t crash. The precision he needed to wheelie the bike through two narrow buildings was a rush of adrenaline I didn’t know I had in me. The sound of the cop slamming on his brakes echoed off the buildings, but he was too late, crashing into the concreate structures.

  I looked behind me and shouted, “I think we lost him!” over the roaring motor of his bike.

  He nodded and tapped my leg, urging me to sit back down.

  He didn’t slow his speed, sharply turning the corner into what appeared to be a hidden back alley. My heart hammered harder against my chest.

  What if he was going to hurt me?

  Fear crept deep into my pores as he came to a complete stop. The high I felt didn’t let up. One turbulent emotion rolled into another, and I simply reacted, jumping off the bike first. From that instant, he watched my erratic behavior as I backed away from him with my arms out in front of me.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” I blurted.

  He didn’t say anything as he cocked his head to the side and leaned back against his seat, staring at me through his chrome helmet. I still couldn’t see his face, and the longer he stayed like that, the more my insecurities took over.

  However, my rationalization quickly overcame my distress, and I felt bad.

  Shaking my head with embarrassment settling deep in my bones, I apologized, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that… I’m just… I’ve never… I mean, I don’t know… Wow… I suck at this.” Inhaling a deep breath, I rambled on, “I’ve never been to a street race before. Or on a wild goose chase with the cops. Not to mention, on the back of some guy’s bike I don’t know.”

  He didn’t speak a word.

  “If my parents found out I was there or here with you right now, they’d probably never let me leave my house again. I guess what I’m trying to say and failing at is, you really saved my butt back there. I thought I was going get trampled or arrested, and to be honest, I would have taken getting trampled over my parents finding out I lied to them about where I’d be tonight.”

  Still no words.

  He just sat there all stealth-like.

  “You know the longer you just sit there with your helmet on, the more I’m freaking out, right?”

  His demeanor didn’t change as he continued to watch me.

  “Okay … good talk,” I sarcastically mocked. “Is there anything I can do to thank you for rescuing me?”

  I mostly said that to get some sort of reaction out of him, so when he lifted off his helmet, revealing his identity, I instantly regretted my question.

  “I can think of a lot of things, but why don’t you start with actually saying thank you.”

  “You!” I seethed, feeling foolish.

  “If you don’t want to say the words, then I can think of other ways you could show me your appreciation.”

  My mouth dropped open, shoving him as hard as I could. “It’s you! Oh my God! You couldn’t have just told me that! I thought you were going to hurt me! Screw you, Tristian!”

  “Screw me?”

  I went to push him again, but he grabbed my arms.

  “I just saved your ass from your daddy finding out you lied to him, and you’re telling me to fuck off?”

  I yanked my arms away. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you under the helmet?”

  “Exactly when was I supposed to tell you? When the cop was chasing us? Or before the worst thank you speech I’ve ever heard? It’s three words—‘Thank you, Tristian.””

  “You’re a jerk! You just sat there, and I was scared!”

  “And still, you’ve yet to say thank you.”

  “Why would you save me if you don’t even like me? This could have been what you wanted.”

  His eyebrows pinched together. “What I wanted?

  “Don’t play dumb, Tristian. You’re no good at it. You know exactly what I mean.”

  “Enlighten me then.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “You want me to get in trouble, so my parents will pull me out of school.”

  “That’s what you think?”

  “Why else would you be bullying me?”

  He shrugged, shamelessly stating, “For my own amusement.”

  “You asshole!” I yelled, blown away by his admission.

  “You know,”—he smiled— “hearing you cuss is doing all sorts of things to my cock, kitten. You should get angry more often.”

  “You’re unbelievable!”

  “And I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

  “Kissed me?” I spewed, taken aback. “That wasn’t a compliment, asshole!”

  “That’s not being an asshole, kitten. Now this…” He got off his bike. “This is being an asshole.”

  Before the last word left his mouth, he was in my face. Leaning forward, he picked me up by my waist and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

  “Tristian!” I kicked my legs and thrashed against his hold. “Put me down!”

  “Stop it! I will in a second.”

  “Now!”

  I blinked, and I was suddenly straddling his lap, sitting on the bike with him again. Except, this time, I was sitting on his lap. Which unintentionally caused my legs to tighten around his back, making me gasp at the compromising position he’d put us in.

 

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