Striker: A Dark Bully Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 1) by Rachel Leigh (best historical fiction books of all time .txt) 📗

“Now that’s just gross. And for the record, it would never fit.” He begins rubbing aggressively against the fabric of my jeans and I want to tell him to stop, but once again, my body is at war with my mind. Hormonal fucking bitch that she is.

My head tilts to the side impulsively when his mouth trails the lobe of my ear. “Where is it, Marni?”

Closing my eyes, I mutter, “Still don't’ know what you’re talking about.” Using my lies as his motivation, he begins rubbing harder. Sending a current of shudders between my legs, spreading to my belly then straight to my heart as it begins palpitating at an unhealthy rate.

“Cameras.” I manage to choke out. “They’re on.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck.” He grabs me by the waist and hoists me up onto the counter. His fingers snake up my shirt and tickle the skin of my sides just beneath my bra.

Goosebumps spill down my body when his mouth pulverizes mine. Rolling my hips, I straighten my back and coil my fingers in his hair. He lets out a breathy moan that arouses me further. When his tongue darts in my mouth, taking mine hostage, I allow it. Inviting the taste of mint gum that still lingers on it.

Pushing everything out of my head—the cameras, the phone, the fact that this is wrong—I force his body into me, craving the friction between my legs.

Our mouths disconnect as fast as they linked. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Out of breath for no reason whatsoever. I feel like I just ran a mile and it was only a twenty-second kiss from a guy who hates me—who I hate.

“Stand up.” He grabs my waist and helps me down. “I still need my phone.” His eyes hold that look of lust and desire. Wide, dark, and fully dilated. Unbuttoning my jeans and taking down my zipper, he gets on his knees then tugs them, along with my panties, all the way down in one swift pull.

I’m standing pantless, in my kitchen, where my dad could be watching, where Ruby could walk in at any moment, and all I want is for him to shove his tongue inside of me while he’s knelt at my feet on the mosaic tile.

The sliding of a drawer has me looking down. “What are you doing?” Completely ignoring me, he takes something out. “What is that? An ice cream scooper?”

When he begins brushing it against my inner thigh, moving it up leisurely, I tense up. Chills shoot up from the touch of the cold aluminum. “Talon?” I say his name as a question.

“Where’s my phone?” he asks again.

“It sure as hell isn’t in the ice cream container, if that's where you plan to look. I told you—”

I gasp. Body shooting up, eyes open wide, and my heart fleeting when he sticks the tip of the handle inside of me.

“Where is it?”

There is no way I can tell him where it is. There is also no way that I am allowing him to stick…

My thoughts trail off when he begins pushing it in slowly. Spreading me open, as I close in around it. I don’t stop him. I don’t even think I’m breathing when I feel it against my clit. He begins sliding it in and out, and my mouth gapes open. Looking down at him, his eyes are fixated on the object in his hand. As if he feels me watching him, his gaze shifts to my watchful stare.

He smirks, pleased with himself. “I knew you were a kinky little shit.”

“Fuck you.” My breaths hitch when he picks up his pace. Foolishly, I spread my legs apart farther, relishing in the unthinkable pleasure that a kitchen utensil is bringing me right now.

Fighting to fill my lungs, I draw in a deep breath and the exhale comes out as a raspy moan. Talon grabs my foot and lifts it up so that it rests on his shoulder. “Oh my God.” I whimper when it begins sliding in and out so fast that it feels like my vagina is having a seizure. “Fuck!”

I throw my head back. Taking what is being given to me. I don’t even give a damn what is delivering this insane amount of pleasure. Humiliation be damned. My hand slides down my chest, cupping my breast in my hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Talon stretches up his free hand and takes mine off of my breast then drags it underneath my shirt. When he removes his hand, I continue to massage my breast beneath my bra. Tugging at my nipple and letting out sounds I didn’t even know I could make while he power drives the ice cream scooper in and out of me. My breaths shudder uncontrollably when I begin to pulsate around the aluminum handle.

“You like that, don’t you?” He looks up at me again, and I get the feeling that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

I don’t answer. Instead, I get a good grip on his hair and slam his face into my core. His teeth clank against the aluminum, but I don’t let him pull back. I wrap his hair around my fingers and tug until he begins sweeping his tongue up and down over my clit. Just when I’m at the highest high of my entire life, he jerks the scooper out.

I lift his head up so that he’s facing me. A devious grin is on his face as his tongue darts at his lips, taking my arousal into his mouth. “Why are you stopping? Please, Talon—”

“Phone. Now.” He shoves one finger inside of me, but I need more.

“Finish me off now or I’ll find someone else to do it.” I tap my finger to my chin. “Zed, maybe.”

The reaction I get from him is everything I didn’t expect when he bolts to his feet. The aluminum hits the tile with a thud when