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

he grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I hear the sound of his zipper then feel his pants slide down the back of my legs.

Taking my hair into a balled-up bunch in his hand, he forces my head down. “What the hell did you just say to me?”

Knowing that it will piss him off and, in return, give me exactly what I want, I push him further. “Or maybe Tommy.”

His hard cock plunges into me so forcefully that the bone of my hip can be heard grinding against the countertop. Taking both legs straight out, Talon stands in the center and begins thrusting his cock inside of me. I grip the other side of the center island to brace myself from sliding back and forth.

“You want Zed and Tommy’s cock inside of you?” he grumbles as he drives himself so deep inside of me that I can feel him in my belly. “Answer me, you little whore.”

Normally that would piss me off, but not this time. This time I play along. “Maybe I’ll let them when I’m through with you.”

One leg drops down, and his fingers wrap repeatedly around my hair until he gets a tight enough grip. When he jerks my head up, he presses so far inside of me that, for a moment, I feel an inkling of pain. Beautiful, intense pain. “I’d kill every single one of you.”

Dropping my head back down, his hand finds my shoulder, and he uses it as footing. His pace begins to slow, but the depth of his reach doesn’t cease. I can feel his head swell inside of me as his cock gains a pulse. Taking me along for the ride, I lose complete control as I cry out in pleasure. One final thrust and then he pulls out and I can feel the warm liquid shoot all over my ass. Running down my leg, to my feet, and then dropping to the floor.

“Clean your ass up. No pun intended.” He jerks up his pants. “We have a phone to fetch and then you need to tell me exactly where you were the last two hours.” Without even giving me a second look, he turns away.

I’m still bent over the kitchen island when he walks out. I have no idea where he’s going, and I don’t even care.

My words had an effect on him that I didn’t predict. He doesn’t wanna share me with the guys. I just got exactly what I wanted. I now have ammo.

12

It’s obvious this family has a thing for the color white. White walls, white furniture, fake white flowers in vases. Picking up a picture frame, white of course, I see a child with a smile on her face. One that probably carried so many dreams in that little mind of hers. Her hair is just as black and sleek and her eyes are the only color in the image. Then there’s her brother, who was just beginning his years of being a douchebag at the age of eleven or twelve.

Something about Axel unnerves me. It’s not because he got the girl I pined for, for a few months. No, it goes much deeper than that. Back to when I was a sophomore playing football on the varsity team. It was parents’ night and, naturally, mine were a no show. He bought his mom flowers and she returned the gesture with a kiss to his cheek. There’s nothing like the relationship between mother and son, or so they say. I stood on that field alone with my head held high. Not allowing anyone to see that my insides were in the process of being gutted.

When we walked off the field and the happy family parted, the asshole turned his head with a crooked grin, leaned close and whispered, “Pretty pathetic when your own family can’t even stand to be near you.”

I overdosed that night. Had to leave Blakely behind to endure the wrath of our monstrous father. Then I spent three months in rehab and the rest of the year living with an aunt and uncle who I’m pretty sure grew to hate me just as much as the rest of the world. I’m unlovable—what can I say.

A loud banging on the door has me dropping the picture. I rush over to it, as the thudding increases in intensity. Peeking out the peephole, I turn the handle and open it for the familiar angered face. “Where is she?” He plants two hands on my chest and pushes me out of his way.

“I never invited you in. Shouldn’t you be catching fire or something?” He completely ignores my bad joke and begins heading down the hall. When I go to shut the door, resistance has it coming back toward me. Tommy looks concerned; Lars looks bored. Waving my hand through the air, I let them in.

“You were supposed to call us when you found her,” Tommy says. Being the most respectful of this disrespectful crew, he kicks his shoes off.

“Oh yeah, let me just pull my invisible fucking phone out of my pocket.” I growl.

“You still haven’t found that thing?” Lars asks.

“No!”

My eyes sweep down the hall as I bend and twist to try and see where Zed went. Two seconds later, Marni comes down the hall with her phone gripped tightly in her hand. Her eyes land on mine, and we exchange what I hope to be a silent agreement that what we just did stays between us. The last thing I need is these guys harping on me because I’m breaking our number one rule—don’t touch the girl. I doubt these two would give a flying fuck, but Zed’s head might literally explode.

“Hey, guys,” Marni says, with an immediate sarcasm in her tone. “While I’m so happy that you all wanted to come and hang out in my home, I prefer that you don’t.” Her arms cross over her chest and her cleavage peaks out the top of