Heathen: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 2) Rachel Leigh (ebook reader with built in dictionary .txt) 📖

me. You crushed me and any hopes or dreams that I’ve ever had.” Tears stream down her face and I place a hand on her cheek, sweeping the droplets away with my thumb. “I do hate you. I hate you so damn much.” Her fists knock into my chest as she chokes on her tears. “I hate you,” she says again and again, before she collapses in my arms.

Knotting her wet hair in my hands, I bring her head to my chest. “I’m so fucked up, Willa.” I never imagined that the girl who would ignite a flame in my dark world would be the one standing in front of me. Never felt anything toward her. Wasn’t attracted to her. It was nothing for me to steal her innocence and run like hell. I’d credit this all to the baby, but I don’t think it’s just that, it’s the baby’s mom that has me in agony these days.

Just when I think that she’s settled down and is ready to talk about what’s next, she lifts her head and her expression goes awry. Before I can even react, her lips crash into mine.

My towel drops to my ankles and I make no effort to grab it and cover myself back up. The next thing I know, Willa is letting her towel fall on top of mine. Our naked bodies connect as if they were always meant to as our lips stay locked. Her sweetness rolls off her tongue and I can only hope that it takes away some of the bitterness on mine.

All my life, I’ve thought that I was numb to feeling any sense of compassion, empathy, or remorse. But Willa makes me feel so many different emotions.

Even now, as her back falls to the bed, and I brace myself gently on top of her, the static between us zaps every cell of my body and I need more—I crave more of this new sentiment. Want it to last forever and fear that she’ll leave and I’ll never experience it again.

Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe this is all an illusion, or even a punishment for my sins. Torture to the third degree. A blood red heart that finally beats with purpose, only to have Willa stomp on it on her way out the door. Leaving me shattered, broken, and lost—even more so than the moment I realized that I needed her in my life.

Or, it’s possible that I don’t need her at all. It could be an enigma. A hunger to feel like my life has meaning, when in reality, I’ve lost the emotional war I’ve waged against myself.

Sliding her hand between us, she grabs a hold of my cock. My eyes question her actions and the wry look she shoots back to me does nothing but leave me more confused. She squeezes so hard that I’m beginning to wonder if her plan is to rip it off and choke me with it. This isn’t the innocent virgin I took to bed three months ago. No, this girl has wild eyes that harbor wild dreams.

Stroking with a firm, tight grasp, we stare each other down. She bites the corner of her lip and that movement, paired with her feistiness, only arouses me further. “Fuck me like it’s the first time, Lars.”

My eyes widen and the shock of her words cannot be contained. I’ve never heard Willa swear. Who the hell is this girl? “What?” I say, taken aback and almost certain that I must have heard her wrong.

“Did I stutter? Erase the memory of that night. Give me something else to remember you by before I leave.”

“But, the baby?” I peer down at her stomach and realize that I was lying on top of her with my full weight. “Shit. Did I hurt you?”

“The baby is fine.” She grabs my hand, curling my fingers and placing them at her entrance.

I hesitate, but slide one finger in slowly and she’s soaking wet. Her hips vault up to try and gain momentum as she lets out a whimper. “I’m not a virgin, Lars. You don’t have to be gentle.”

She’s right. She’s not a virgin, because I took that title from her when I planted my seed in her and knocked her up. Fuck. Quit it, Lars. She’s lying here begging for your cock. Give it to her. Enjoy it. 

Pushing another finger in, I go deeper, feeling her drench my hand and swell around my fingers. Her right hand grabs my head and pulls my face to hers, kissing me forcefully. My fingers continue to glide in and out of her pussy and my cock aches with need to be inside of her.

As if she reads my mind, she grabs a hold of it again and lines it up where my fingers dip inside her. I pull them out and she uses the pressure from her own body beneath me to swallow up my cock. Damn, she feels so fucking good. As good as that night, maybe even better. Her tight, wet pussy envelops my cock and I can already tell this isn’t going to last long.

Trailing my lips across her neck, I kiss my way down, sucking gently at the skin of her collarbone. Her back arches, and she begins rocking beneath me. Breaking the kiss, I watch her as I fuck her.

Her lips press into a thin line and her nostrils flare as she lets out a whimper, but it’s not a painful cry; it’s all pleasure. She fucking loves this. I invited her into a whole new world when I fucked her three months ago; yet, she’s so angry about it. How can anyone be angry about this? Not just the sex, but the attraction between us. It’s thick and heavy and impossible to ignore. She feels it, too. I know she does.

“Get behind me,” she says.

“You want me to fuck you from behind? But this is only your second time, are you sure?” I’m not sure how it works for girls,