Revolt (Legends and Love)

I know they have all had my girl, and she is my girl. This is a job, and there are lines, but all of us have crossed them. I can’t even blame them—not when she looks and acts the ways she does. She’s the only person who has ever made me doubt my conviction and lose focus, and I’m tired of fighting it.

It seems they are as well.

She heads upstairs as soon as we’re back, and I watch her go, knowing my gaze is hungry and determined. “I want you on watch tonight,” I tell them. When I glance at them, there is a knowing look in their eyes, which makes me narrow mine. “I mean it. Get the system updated, and I want that report I asked for,” I snap, ignoring them and their leers as I head upstairs.

I go to my room first where I strip from my suit. I can’t go to her in it because I want to go as me, not as her guard. No lines, no job.

Just us.

It’s foolish, and we could get fired or cause her to be hurt. There is so much that could go wrong, but I can’t stop myself as I head upstairs, crossing that last line, because once I’ve had her, Reign Harrow will be mine forever.

I’m lying to myself, though, because she already is—she just doesn’t know it yet. Whether she’s been under me or not, every inch of her is mine. I care for her happiness and safety more than anyone else in the world.

This started as a job, but now it’s a necessity, a constant drive to keep her safe, satisfied, and happy.

I step into her room. Her bed is made, and her room is spotless except for her clothes, which leave a trail to the bathroom. I can hear the shower running as she sings to herself and I smirk. There is no better sound than her voice—well, maybe her screams. Lying down on her bed, I spread out and wait.

I have a promise to keep.

A few moments later, the shower cuts off, and after another few minutes, she emerges followed by wafts of steam from the shower. She’s wrapped in nothing but a tiny towel, showing off her shapely legs, thick thighs, and tats. She freezes when she sees me. Her hair is wet, and her face is clear of makeup. This is as vulnerable as you will ever see Reign.

“Raff?” she asks, confusion lacing her tone as she tilts her head.

The shortened version of my name drives me crazy, but if any of the others called me that, I would kill them. She could fucking call me her pet and I would answer, as long as she keeps those pretty eyes on me.

I lift my arm, and she tracks the movement as I grip the top of her headboard. “Getting shy all of a sudden, Miss Harrow?” I tease, knowing she gets all riled up when I call her that. Just like I expected, a spark enters her eyes and her lips tilt up in a mischievous smile. With a fanatic flair, she drops the towel. It slides to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

Her body is what songs are written about. I understand her ex’s obsession with love songs now. She’s made to be fucked and tasted. She’s made for dirty romps and hard sex. She’s a walking, talking wet dream that drives me wild.

“Come here,” I order. She watches me with a grin, and I arch a brow. “I said, come here, Miss Harrow.”

“Or why don’t you come here?” she flirts, sliding her hand up her side. I track the movement like a predator, wanting to feel that silken skin.

Sitting up slowly, I slide from the bed and advance on her. Her chin tilts up in defiance, and she looks so fucking beautiful. I love it when she stands toe to toe with me. Not many can, but this girl can and she knows it. I would never hurt her—fuck, I’d rather die first—but I fucking love this game between us, and so does she, as we try to make the other break first.

She’ll soon learn she might give orders outside of this bedroom, but in here, she’s mine. She’ll beg for my orders and dominance before the sun rises.

I back her up with my body, and she hits the wall with a thud. Her eyes widen as I slam my hand to the wall above her head, caging her in place. “When I give you an order, you will obey.”

“Or what?” she retorts.

“Or I won’t fuck you. I’ll leave you here, wet and wanting, desperate to be fucked,” I purr, tilting my head down so she swallows the words.

“Then I’ll go find one of the others and fuck them,” she replies innocently, fluttering her lashes in that goddamn annoyingly perfect way.

“I’ll order them not to. Here’s the thing, Miss Harrow . . . You are used to getting your way, but in here, with me, you won’t. You’ll get what I give and you’ll thank me for it.”

Snorting, she tries to step past me, rubbing that delicious body of hers across mine. I circle her throat like one of her diamond necklaces and slam her back into the wall. She freezes from the force and the rough handling.

Oh yes, my little rock star likes to be dominated.

I knew she was a brat from the moment I laid eyes on her, and tonight, she will get all that’s coming to her for teasing me for so long.

“Don’t test me, Miss Harrow,” I warn, tightening my hold on her neck. Her pupils dilate with desire as I cut off her air for a moment, letting her feel my strength. “You have been teasing me since the moment I met you, and before the sun is up, I will have you. It is your choice how.” Leaning in, I lick her lips, smirking when they part for me. “I’ll have you coming all night or I’ll use this delicious body of yours for my own desire and leave you wanting. Choose.” I let her see the seriousness in my gaze.

She shudders against me, her perky breasts plastered to my hard chest.

“I’m waiting.”

I watch her swallow, her eyes looking between mine before she relaxes, giving me control. “Then have me, Raff,” she offers. “Show me what lies hidden beneath those suits.”

Releasing her throat, I step back. “On the bed, Miss Harrow.”

She hesitates only for a moment before pushing away from the wall and stepping past me, rubbing against me on her way. She presses one knee to the mattress and then the other.

“Slowly,” I command, coming up behind her. “Show me that delicious cunt.”

She groans and slows down, crawling on her hands and knees across the bed until she reaches the middle and lies down, rolling onto her back. Her bright eyes stay on me as she parts her thighs, stroking them as I stare at her perfect, pink pussy.

She arches her back, thrusting her chest up for me, her hair spread across the white bedding.

Growling, I circle my length as I watch her, stroking myself. “Touch yourself,” I demand.

“Like this?” she purrs, sliding her hand across her stomach and over her breasts.

I step closer, my own desire strong. “Touch that pretty pussy,” I say, aware that she’s pushing the boundaries.

Her hand slides down over her stomach and mound until her long, talented fingers part her pussy for me. She slides two down her center and back up, circling her clit with slow, sure strokes. Her cream glistens as she touches herself for me, and I match her pace with my hand, stroking my cock as I watch her.

“Taste yourself,” I growl, my voice clipped.

Her eyes widen, but she lifts her fingers and sucks them clean of her desire.

“Do you taste good, Reign? Do you taste how badly you want this?” I jerk my cock, and her eyes drop to my length as she moans around her fingers. “Words, Miss Harrow.”

“Yes,” she says, sliding her fingers back down and caressing herself.

“Is this what you want?” I taunt, stopping at the edge of the bed as I touch myself to the sight of her sprawled for me.

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.

“Where?”

Sliding her glistening fingers down, she thrusts them inside herself as she gasps. One leg comes up and bends as her hips lift. The sight of her digits sliding in and out of her greedy hole almost has me spilling.

Gripping the head of my cock, I stop myself from coming from the sight.

She fucks herself as she watches me, her chest flushing as her breathing picks up. Her other hand plays with her breasts.

“Enough,” I command when I see her leg start to shake, knowing she’s close.

Whining, she stops, doing as she’s told for once.

Just for that, she gets what she wants. Climbing on the bed like a dark shadow coming to claim her, I crawl toward her. Her tongue drags along her lower lip as she watches me, and when I stop above her, she groans, arching up to try and entice me.

“Raff,” she whispers, and my nickname on her lips drives me mad.

“Say my name again,” I order.

Smirking, she rubs her breasts against me. “Raffiel.” The fucking sound burrows into my brain, replacing every other use of my name before now. I want to change it so only she can say it and it belongs to her.

“You’re being a good girl,” I praise, lowering myself and settling between her thighs.

“Because I want you to fuck me,” she retorts, her eyes flashing.

“Oh, I plan to, Miss Harrow, all night, but first, let me taste that sweet little cunt that will be dripping with my cum by morning.”

Sliding down her body, I place a worshiping kiss above her racing heart. I might be in charge right now, but only because she’s allowing me to be. She holds all the power. She always has.

“Then taste me,” she whispers, widening her legs.

Settling between her thighs, I turn my head to kiss each one, watching her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip. I press my nose to her pussy and inhale, groaning.

She smells like fucking perfection.

She is perfection.

I never craved beauty until Reign Harrow. I never knew softness. She has me wrapped around her little finger, and when she realizes that, this world will suffer because if anyone ever hurts my girl, I will show them the beast that hides within my heart.

A beast she has tamed.

“Watch me while I make you mine,” I command.

Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy, I keep my eyes on hers, watching every single emotion in those glowing orbs. When I nip her clit, they widen, and when I slide my tongue down and thrust it inside her, they shutter. Smirking against her wet heat, I use her eyes against her like a weapon.

I lick and suck her throbbing clit while sliding my fingers inside her, working them deep all while torturing her clit. The taste of strawberries slides down my throat from her sweet cream until I lap at it, desperate for every drop.

Her hips lift as she moans, and she grips my hair, tugging at the strands until it stings.

I oblige and press closer, choking on her taste and scent.

Strategy is my strong suit, it’s why I got this far in my life, and right now, my entire focus is on Reign Harrow.

My brain filters every different reaction until she’s moaning and crying out as I attack her.

Her body locks up under my attack, and her pretty little cunt clamps on my fingers as her release rolls through her.

Reign Harrow comes just like she does everything else—completely and fully.

Her thighs clamp around my head as she screams, her back arching and head thrown back as she comes. I burn that sight into my mind as I lick her through her release. When she relaxes, I pull my fingers free and cover my cock in her cum while sliding my tongue across her hole to catch more of her taste.

Whimpering above me, she opens her eyes, and I’m lost.

I crawl up her body and toss one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider for me.

“Raff—”

I drive into her tight, wet cunt, letting her watch the play of emotions across my face. I look into her eyes and see her desire, need, and love there.

“They say a look can say a thousand words, but yours say a million, Reign. I don’t even have to ask you. All I have to do is look into your eyes and know the truth. Do you want to know your truth, Reign?” I say seductively. “Your truth is that you crave this. You crave love, not just desire, and you hope it will be different every time.” Sliding up her body, I cover her lips as she goes to speak. “You can stop hoping. This is it, Reign. This is forever, you and me, so save those looks for me, and don’t you dare give them to anyone else. They are mine, just like you are.”

Her hands come up to my shoulders. “Then make them just yours.”

Chuckling, I lean down and cover her lips, swallowing her words.

I kiss her hard while I start to move. My slow, measured thrusts have her other leg tightening around my waist, her nails sliding down my back like claws. The sharp pain makes me groan into her mouth and slam into her hard.

She rips her mouth away, crying out as she closes her eyes.

Smirking, I slam into her again.

Her eyes suddenly open, and I see panic in them so I stop. “Condom?” she blurts.

“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I know you are too. You think I didn’t check? You’re on birth control, and there was no fucking way I wasn’t having you raw, baby girl. I want you to feel every inch of what you do to me.”

“Fuck,” she murmurs. “Then fuck me raw, Raff.”

“I wasn’t going to stop anyway,” I tell her as I twist my hips and make her moan.

Straightening above her, I pull out of her wet cunt and drive into her, watching her breasts shake with the force.

She wanted me, tempted me. Reign Harrow might be a sinner, but I’m the fucking devil, and she just realized that.

Her nails press into me as she lifts her hips to meet my brutal thrusts. I use one hand to hold me above her, while my other slides down her body, tweaking and twisting her nipple until she screams out for me.

Grabbing a pillow, I stuff it under her hips, lifting her until I slide in at an angle that has her head shaking and back arching as she claws my shoulders.

“That’s it, baby, make me bleed. You are the only person I would allow to scar me, so cut me up good and leave your mark.” I can’t help but spill the truth as I hammer into her.

“Raff,” she cries out as the bed creaks from the force of us joining.

The slick, dirty sound of me pounding into her makes me harder.

Red-hot acid pours down my back, drawing my balls up as I fight back my own release. Reaching between us, I pinch her clit and watch her shatter.

Her screams echo around the house as she writhes. I fight to fuck her fluttering cunt as she comes, gushing down my cock. I continue to drive into her, rough, hard, dirty, and raw—the way she likes it.

“Oh god,” she cries as another orgasm hits her.

“Yes, Reign, I am your god now. I am your everything. Inside these doors, I’m your master, your pleasure, and pain, so show your god everything.”

Rolling my hips, I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. I’ve never cared about another’s pleasure before, but with Reign, I do. I want it all. I want to drain her of it. I want her pleasure to be my own, more than even my own release.

I want to own every inch of Reign Harrow like she owns me.

The cry she lets out burrows into my chest and cock, making me growl above her, my hips snapping as I fuck her. Her nails slice me apart with her own pleasure until I feel blood trailing down my back, but I still don’t stop.

My hips flex and my teeth grind as I hold back, but when she cries out my name, I’m lost.

“Raffiel!”

It sends me over the edge. I snap my hips so hard, she cries out, and I bury myself so deep inside her she could never be parted from me. My release pours from me as I bellow.

She cries out, her pussy clenching around my length, draining every drop from me as she finds her pleasure once more.

Groaning, I push deeper still, shoving my cum deep inside my girl, until it feels like all my energy has drained with my release, and then I slide across her, pulling her into my arms, our bodies still joined as we pant.

“You have five minutes, Miss Harrow,” I warn as we lie tangled together. “And then I’m taking that pretty ass bare.”