Her Rebellion by Quinn Marlowe

Author:Quinn Marlowe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spitfire Press

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The girl was live fire in my arms, her skin burning me and her passion filling me with something I didn’t understand, and God, kissing her felt like I’d gone to a place I’d never experienced in my life.

I admit it. I’d gotten so close to her in an attempt to intimidate her, and as much as I hated it, the kiss had started as a way to try to force her to tell me the truth. The more I thought about it the less it made sense that she’d just shown up at the same time as all those other things happened, and the more I suspected she’d come with nefarious reasons. By the time I reached the room where we were keeping her I’d been in a towering rage and ready to be all sorts of irrational when it came to questioning her.

And then she’d stood up to me and screamed in my face that she was only trying to protect her family and I’d remembered what it was like to care about someone that much. I’d remembered how it felt to think you might die if you lost that person, and all my anger had morphed into…

What?

I didn’t have a label for it. It had been years since I’d let myself feel anything for someone else, but Dante’s passion had reminded me that it was possible, and the moment that causeway opened I’d been flooded with the desperate need to have her.

Protect her.

Possess her.

I dove into the kiss, moving my hands to hold her face as I delved into her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers as though we’d done this a million and one times before. I would have stopped. Honestly, I would. This girl was at least twenty years younger than me, young enough to be my daughter, for God’s sake. I should have been horrified at my raging attraction to her.

But my cock was hard as rock with need and my skin was buzzing with excitement. My balls had drawn up, tight and ready against my body, the desire to bury myself inside her sweeping through me. And though I knew the rational thing would have been to step back and control myself, I didn’t want to. I wanted to allow this feeling to burn its way across my senses. I wanted to let Dante Rossi inside my soul.

Dante herself was a wildcat, all claws and teeth, and though I might have expected her to be shy, given her age, she was anything but. She tipped her head and opened her mouth wider, clinging to me like she was dying of thirst and I was the only water for miles. She kissed me like she’d been waiting for days to do it, her body lithe and firm against mine.

When she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, I nearly came undone.

She pressed herself more firmly against my cock, gasping when it hit a spot she liked, and reached around my body with one leg to draw me closer.

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