Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

KLAUSIt took alot to calm her down for the night; her breathing was sparse and unsteady, like the trail of a storm. I still felt the red impressions of my hand along her hips and the nasty rope burns on her wrists. She was wrapped around me, hair tangled, lips swollen, and thighs trembling even asleep.I should have left her to sleep. Should have taken her into my arms and consoled her. But the urge in me never eased. Not after last night, after the way she screamed for me, begged me to wreck her, shatter her wide, and leave her trembling.And damn it, I did.And then came the worst bit that most men couldn't manage—the after. The bit where you don't run from what you've done. The bit where you don't lie to yourself about her being all right just because she'd lasted the night.I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Catya." My voice was rough, grave after whisky and no sleep. "Wake up for me."She stirred, lashes fluttering, a soft groan escaping her throat. Her body shifted, and I fe

DANIELMy nerves are frazzled and all over the place; I hadn’t smoked in years. The bitter pull of nicotine was something I left behind long after Rebel walked into my life, but tonight, I needed it. My hand shook as I lit the cigarette, the tip burning orange like the fury in my chest as I scanned the living room in silence. Weeks—weeks of her treating me like I didn’t exist, like I was some nonexistent entity, and while I try to comport and put myself together to maintain a semblance of sanity and composure, my uncle had the audacity to stroll in again with his snake of a daughter like this was his goddamn house.The scent of the cigarette filled the living room, sharp and thick. I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl, trying to calm the rage clawing at my chest.“Daniel,” Uncle Williams said, his voice annoyingly calm, like he hadn’t just tried to humiliate Rebel right in front of me. “You’ll ruin that fine suit with your smoking habit.”I gave a sharp laugh, flicking ash into t

DANIEL Her mouth was still wet when I grabbed her face as I pulled her to the bed, held her on her knees and shoved my dick into her mouth. "Open wider," I growled, thumb pinching the edge of her mouth. "You try to tease me, look away, pretend like I don't exist? No, Rebel. You don't get to do that, you choke on me. You look at me when you're on your knees." Her eyes flicked up, heavy, glassy, rebellious. I pushed harder, gripping the back of her head as my dick rode down her throat. She gagged, fought to thrust me away, nails scratching at my thighs. "Leave your hands there," I snarled, pinning her wrists to her own chest. "You fight, I'll bind you up. Do you want that?" Her muffled moan denied it, but I had no mercy. "Good girl," I whispered as she adjusted, throat tightening around me. I pulled back just far enough for her to catch her breath, spit trailing down her chin. She coughed and glared. "Bastard." "That's right," I grunted, fisting her hair and ramming in, slower

KLAUSThe drive back felt heavier than the looming threat pressing down on the city. Michael and Mex were asleep in the back, heads tilted against each other, innocent as angels despite what I’d just witnessed them do. My hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles pale against the leather. I couldn’t shake the sound—the way the bikers’ bodies had hit the ground, the lifeless thuds like broken drums.And then their eyes. Wide, empty. Dead.All because two kids opened their laptops like it was homework time.I tried to slow my breathing, but the memory replayed over and over. The boys hadn’t panicked. They hadn’t screamed. They’d simply moved in complete synch—Mex unzipping his bag, Michael sliding his laptop open. Their little fingers had danced across keys faster than I’d ever seen, and in less than a minute, the gang that was after us was… gone.Completely gone.The street behind us had become a blood-soaked canvas of twisted metal and corpses with tattoos inked in patterns I didn’t yet

ROBERT Today, I got discharged from the hospital with just a little stitch, but then I shot Mia a text message; everything must be flawless today because if I truly can't get a handle on Louisa, we'd all be in big trouble, and the last thing I or the organisation need right now is trouble or attention. As I make my way to my house after giving instructions to make sure both Louisa and Mia are waiting for me in the room I've chosen in my lakeside cabin, the candles hissed in their holders, shadows crawling along the walls like demons waiting for orders. My body was still stiff from the wound that should’ve kept me down for days, but the pain was nothing. Nothing compared to the fire crackling in this room. Mia sat on the edge of the velvet chair, legs crossed, eyes gleaming with challenge. Louisa stood by the window, arms folded with a furrowed brow, lips curled in that smug half-smile that made me want to break her in half. Louisa has absolutely no idea why she's even here, but s