Rebel Tempts the Beast Read Online Mink

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
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As badly as I wanted to be kissed, I’m angry I lost my first kiss to him. He’s going to do anything he can to break me to get me to fall into line so he could send me back to my father so another man can have me. It shouldn’t hurt as badly as it does, but my heart aches. It doesn’t matter that I’ve only known Kazuo a day. I want him. No one else.

“I think I know you very well, little rebel.”

“Well, I don’t want to know you any longer. You think you can trick me with your kisses and your culinary skills so that you can use me to please my father?” I spin around to face him, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. “You can go fuck yourself.”

He starts to smile, but it falters as he takes in my face. I hate that I’m crying. I don’t know if it’s because I’m mad or sad. I suppose it’s all of it. “Oh, I’m a whore because I want to be kissed, right? No! Him trading me off to someone for some kind of gain is what will actually make me a whore.”

“Mei.” He lifts his hand to try to touch my face, but I swat at it, backing up to get away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” I can’t let him touch me. If he touches me, I'll break. I’ll believe whatever it is he whispers into my ear. I’ll seal my fate.

“I think what you need, little rebel, is my touch. I think you need it very badly.”

“Father said you aren’t to hurt me.” I know he meant only physical violence, not the things Kazuo has done to me emotionally.

“This is my home. In my home I do as I please.”

I don’t get a chance to respond. He moves, lifting me, my feet leaving the floor as his mouth captures mine. He pins me to the bedroom door, shutting it in the process.

I expect the kiss to be hard to match the firm hold he has on me, but it’s not. It’s soft and slow, a sweetness and something else I can’t place laced to it. It makes me want to cry and cling to him all at the same time.

My father is right. Before that call I had all kinds of sweet fantasies in my head of who Kazuo might be. I was pining over him as my very own storybook hero. Even now I’m trying to cling to that still because of this one kiss.

“You won’t be anyone’s whore but mine, Mei,” he says when he lifts his mouth.

I gasp, the throb that has formed between my thighs intensifying. That should piss me off, but all it does is turn me on. The idea of being his little whore. One that he still kisses sweetly but also does very dirty things to.

“I don’t trust you,” I tell him, knowing it’s going to make him mad, but I want some kind of emotion out of him.

“I’m not sure I trust you either. Are you going to try to run, my little rebel?”

“No,” I lie.

“Liars get punished in my home.” He carries me over to the bed, tossing me down on it.

I turn to try to scramble to the other side but don’t make it far. One of his hands wraps around my ankle, pulling me down the bed until my legs dangle over the side. His other hand comes down on the center of my back before he releases my ankle to flip up my skirt, revealing my white cotton panties.

“Kazuo!” I wiggle, but it’s pointless. I don’t know why, out of everything, I’m thinking about my stupid lame panties.

“Your underwear doesn't scream whore at all.”

I can’t seem to form words as he yanks them down to the middle of my thighs. “In fact, it screams something completely different.” He trails his fingers up the back of my thighs to my backside. “Lying is a hard limit for me, Mei. I will have to punish you for it.”

His hand comes down on my ass, smacking one cheek and then the other. I whimper, turning my face into the comforter as his hand rubs the spots he smacked. “Turn your head back. I want to hear you.” Before I get a chance to do as I’m told, he’s already spanking me again.

“Yes!” I lift my head to say. I’m not sure if I’m agreeing or wanting more. My head isn’t the only thing I lift. I raise my ass, pushing it higher off the bed.

“Good girl.” His hand dips down between my thighs. I close my eyes, knowing what he’s about to find. I’m soaked.

“You’re bare.” For the first time since he chased me to my room, I hear anger in his voice.

“I like the way it feels,” I admit.



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