Revolt (Legends and Love)

Reign’s manager nearly passed out when she started talking, and now he’s practically crying in a corner, his phone ringing nonstop. I ignore him, smirking as my girl heads toward us. She’s so fucking sexy and strong, I want to drop to my knees and worship her. I don’t, though, simply because I wouldn’t want to undermine what she just did.

She just gave every woman, every girl, the ability to fight back and change the narrative.

Fuck, she’s incredible.

I’ve craved control my entire life, but with her? I’m learning to love the chaos. “Incredible, Miss Harrow!” I murmur.

“You think so?”

“I think I just had babies,” Astro says, making her laugh.

I see Gerald heading this way, and I nod, tugging her behind me. Dal steps into his path with his arms crossed.

“How did you know about my affair?” Gerald roars at Reign.

She ignores my insistent tugging and steps to my side. “You have your sources, I have mine,” she replies innocently. “Were they wrong?”

“I’m going to ruin you,” he hisses.

“Do not threaten Miss Harrow again or I’ll take it as a sign of aggression, and as her bodyguard, I am within my rights to not only disarm you, but make sure you could never follow through on that threat.”

He blinks at me, paling when he realizes I’m very serious, and then he turns and storms away.

She takes Cillian’s arm as we lead her through the building and out to the car, ready to get out of here since she just made an enemy. I scan the area around the car. We left it at the side, knowing we would need to make a quick getaway. We even paid someone to let it idle at the back where the other celebrities enter so we could avoid the cameras.

She hesitates and I stiffen, disliking that she put herself out in the open. It’s like I feel eyes on me everywhere.

“Miss Harrow, get in the car,” I snap.

She turns her glare on me, making me hard and so goddamn turned on it’s difficult to breathe.

“I was just going—”

“Reign, get in the fucking car,” I order, my need and worry for her safety mixing together.

Her eyes widen before she ducks into the car with a defiant hair flip. I climb in after her, the doors shut, and then we’re off. Leaning forward, I grip her throat. “Good girl,” I praise, and she melts. The sight is so fucking sexy, I can’t help myself. “You did so good tonight, baby, so fucking good. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” she replies breathlessly, her eyes locked on me. I love how I get to touch her and order her around when no one else can.

“I have a plan for when we get home, but for now, be a good girl and lean back.”

She does as I command for once, leaning back in the seat.

Sliding to my knees in the car, I push her dress up. “You were so incredible tonight, baby. Let me show you how much I want you. I wanted to storm onto that stage and make you mine to prove it.”

She groans, widening her legs as I settle between them, my hands stroking her skin.

It’s not a long drive from here to the house, so I make quick work of her underwear so her pussy is bare before me. My cock jerks in my slacks, but I ignore my own need and focus on hers.

Sliding my hands up, I grip her hips and lift her to my mouth. She moans as I lick and suck her pussy, her sweet, fruity taste exploding on my tongue. She fights my hold, but I grip her harder, tugging her to my mouth so I can bury my face in her cunt as I lick her pretty little clit, torturing her. I slide two fingers inside her and work them deep, curling them and rubbing at the same time. I force her pleasure from her as she grinds into my touch and cries out for me.

Her hands claw at the seats and then my hair, and when I suck on her clit, she explodes for me.

I thrust my tongue into her alongside my fingers to drink from her, and as she slumps back into her seat, I clean her up before sitting back. “That will tide you over until we get home.”

“What happens then?” she asks, her eyebrow arched.

“Then you’re mine,” I tell her.

She swallows hard, searching my eyes, but I see the lust in her gaze. Smirking, I sit back and wait, feeling her eyes roving over my body until we finally pull up outside.

I get out first, helping her out after me.

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her into the house and head straight upstairs. Once we’re in her room, I lower her to her feet where she’s safe from cameras or prying eyes.

“Take off your clothes, Miss Harrow.”

“Make me.” She tilts her chin up in challenge.

The outside world gets the strong rock star, but I get the bratty whore, and I love it.

“I said take your fucking clothes off, Reign,” I order, rolling my sleeves back. “Now.”

Meeting my eyes with that defiant tilt to her head, she reaches behind her back and drops the dress, leaving her in her black, sky-high heels and a red lace bra and thong. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and my cock twitches in my pants, making me forget who is in charge for a moment.

When she prowls over to me, swaying her hips, and runs her hand down my chest to grip my dick through my pants, I groan. “If I’m yours, Raffiel, then show me.” Squeezing me tightly, she steps backward, smirking all the way.

I advance on her, watching her eyes flare in desire as her breathing picks up. My little rock star likes to play, likes to be my prey, and that’s exactly what she is.

I’m a hunter, and I’m going to capture and breed her tonight until every inch of her drips with my essence.

“Run, little rock star, if you can,” I growl.

She turns and takes off, heading out into the hallway. I watch her go, slowly unbuckling my belt and wrapping it around my hands before storming after her. Each step is deliberate and loud so she can hear me coming. I hear her gasp and giggle and I follow the sound, hearing her heels tapping as she races down the hallway. Smirking, I stop behind a decorated bookcase and wait. A few minutes later, it’s clear she’s tired of waiting and she storms past me.

I silently step behind her and wrap the belt around her neck, tugging her back as she screams. It turns into a moan as I press her against the bookcase. Her hands hit the shelves, sending books tumbling to the floor as I tighten the belt. I run my nose across her neck, feeling her pulse as I lick up to her ear. “Caught you, Miss Harrow. Now you’re mine.” Kicking my foot between hers, I force her legs open wider. “Be a good girl and scream for me. Let all those cameras outside capture you being fucked hard by your bodyguard. Let them all imagine how you taste and feel and how you look when you come.”

“Fuck.” She pushes her ass back into my cock and grinds. “Make me, Raff, if you can.”

“So bratty,” I snark, then I tighten the belt until she gasps and wrap it around my fist. I hold her there as I slide my other hand up and pull on her thong, making her groan. I do it again, knowing it’s slapping against her cunt. Smirking, I slide my hand between her silken thighs, feeling the wet material clinging to her pretty pussy.

I rub the material into her clit as she moans, her heels almost falling off as she stands up, trying to relieve some pressure from her neck, but if she does, she loses the pressure on her pussy. Whimpering, she pushes down, choosing her pleasure and giving into my dominance.

“Good girl,” I coo, rubbing the sopping wet material into her clit, forcing her pleasure higher until she’s panting. I feel the heat rolling from her body as she winds her hips, her hand slapping against the bookcase and holding on. “You remember what I told you last time? Good girls get fucked, so come for me. Let me feel it, and then you’ll get my big cock like you want.”

Her head drops forward as she races for her release. I help her along, pinching her clit until she jerks.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her as she cries out. I release the belt enough to hear it, all while rubbing her through her release until she slumps into the bookcase.

“I love the way you come, baby.” I pull my dripping fingers away. “Taste your surrender. Taste the pleasure only I can give you.”

Her lips wrap around my fingers and suck greedily, making my cock jerk. I can’t wait anymore. I kick her legs farther apart and snap her thong off, shoving it in my pocket as I push my pants down. Stroking my length, I press it against her pretty ass as she groans, sucking harder on my fingers. I pull them away and slide them down her body, tweaking her nipple behind the lacy material as she cries out.

Gliding my hand down over her hip, I tug her leg up and press the high-heeled foot into the third shelf up, opening her cunt for me. “Stay like that or I’ll stop,” I warn.

Her head presses to a shelf as I run my cock along her wet pussy.

“Look at the mess you made for me, Miss Harrow.”

“Raff,” she begs.

Lining up with her entrance, I tighten the belt. “Scream, rock star,” I command as I slam into her.

Despite the belt, she screams, her nails curling into the wood as I force my huge length deep inside her. I force her to take every inch as I settle one hand on her hip to control her as I pull out and slam back in. I’m unable to go slow, needing her hard and fast.

The bookcase rattles with the force of my thrusts, causing books to tumble to the floor as I fuck her. Her claws scratch the wood as I drag her head back, forcing it into a long line for me to lick and bite as she writhes, her pussy clenching around me.

She’s close again. I can feel it in the tremor of her muscles and the tightening of her perfect cunt.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby. This pretty cunt was made for my cock . . . was made for me to fuck and fill with my cum, wasn’t it?” I snarl as I hammer into her.

“Yes,” she gasps, rolling her hips as much as she can to take me deeper.

Jerking her head back, I thrust deep inside her until she whimpers, and when I reach down and pinch her clit, she shatters for me. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and her mouth parts on a silent scream. Her cunt clenches around me so tightly, I have to grit my teeth to hold back my own release.

She writhes on my cock, wringing out her pleasure until she slumps once more. “You didn’t scream loud enough for me,” I tell her. “Let’s correct that, shall we?” Turning her to face me, I grip her chin and kiss her hard. “Clearly, you can’t scream loud enough, so let’s make them watch.”

Dragging her by the belt, I throw her against the window in the hallway farther down. I know they are darkened so no one can’t see in from the other side, but the effect is the same as I push her to her knees and use the belt to pull her head up. “Suck me, rock star. Let them see and take pictures of you on your knees as you suck off your bodyguard.”

Her pupils are blown as she greedily wraps her shaking hands around my length and sucks me into her talented mouth, swallowing the taste of her pussy and my precum. I’m close from fucking her, but I want to make it last.

I squeeze my base, even as I slide to the back of her throat, my hips flexing as I hold back, but I should have known better. Reign’s eyes narrow and she smacks my hand away, sliding hers down to cup my balls and squeeze until I can’t take it.

My head drops forward as my chest heaves, my hips snapping with brutal thrusts as I use her like my personal fuck toy. She lets me, moaning around my length and swallowing me deeper until the sight has red-hot lava flowing through my veins, squeezing my balls dry.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I warn, but she slides my cock to the entrance of her mouth, letting me unload all over her tongue.

She opens her mouth wider, letting my cum drip down her chin to her chest before she curls her tongue in with a groan. “I love the way you taste. I want to cover myself in it.” Getting to her feet, she presses me to the window. “I hope they saw,” she tells me, pressing up on her tiptoes. “I hope they recorded me sucking you off. I hope they saw how crazy you make me.” She leans in and kisses me softly. “Now take me to bed, Raffiel, and do all the wicked things you’re thinking about.”

She steps back and takes my hand. I follow, unable to do anything else.