Rook & Rebel (The Mavericks, #1)

by Kate Crew

And nothing made me happier than planning to burn his life to the ground, exactly like he had done to mine.

I tried to understand and be there for it all, but sitting there and looking pretty for parties was burning me out.

“Wow. Oh, wow. I’m so pathetic, the man who needs to rob me at gunpoint feels sorry for me?”

The mask covered the bottom half of his face, and his dark hair was wild from the helmet, and his eyes locked onto me. Unfortunately, my next thought after finding him funny went to how hot he looked.

“Then congratulations, you’re about to be a rebel for what I can only imagine is the first time in your life.”

“Well, guess what, Rook? We are already here, so I’m going to walk around the corner, and get a cookie. You can either sit there and wait like a good little mugger, leave me here, or come with me, but I’ve had a really shitty night and I want a fucking cookie,”

Full red lips, long dark hair, the arrogance of a rich girl who thought I was worthless, she was beautiful.

“Are you sure? It’s so much fun to push limits. I could push you to a few of yours.”

“Just say the word, Rebel, and I’ll give you something Elliot would never be able to.”

The bikes circled me. The tires screeched on pavement until I was blind to everything beyond them. One turned, speeding away before heading straight towards the group again. My feet felt glued to the ground even as the bike barreled toward me. The engine roared louder, the rider hitting the brakes less than a foot away. The back of the bike lifted, the helmet stopping inches from my face. I held my breath, the scent of burning rubber and gasoline filling my nostrils. “Rook,” I finally said.

Underneath wasn’t any more comforting. His face had been painted, the black and white skeleton face marred by splattered red paint.

Her mouth dropped open, as her eyes scanned my face, probably taking in the face paint. Or maybe the blood splattered across it.

“My favorite. Run, run, Rebel. I can chase you all night.”

I ran down the side alley, realizing five seconds too late that this one stopped at a dead end. Panic surged through me as I turned to see Rook’s bike shut off, still rolling towards me. He kicked the stand down, jumping off to corner me.

Rook was fast, already wrapping an arm around my waist and turning me to face the wall. He pushed me harder into it, caging me in with nowhere to go. “Caught you.”

“The guy who killed your parents and tried to burn you two alive, who you desperately want revenge on, now has a hot daughter you’ve been obsessing over, and you find this to be a problem?”

He took everything from me and Evie, and now here I am trying to fuck his daughter on my bike.”

Now, I needed to see her for who she was, the daughter of the devil.

Stalking a girl who preferred to lie in bed watching movies, reading, and ordering endless takeout was boring. It had been four days, and she had only left the house twice. How could I stalk her if this was all she did?

What’s wrong with me? Why would I be so attracted to someone covered in tattoos who had threatened to not only kidnap me but nearly kill me, and who loved stalking people? I felt like I was betraying my dad, and maybe even myself, but somehow I liked it?

“And you want to be fucked by a monster? You want my ruined body on yours? You want my hands on you when, ten minutes ago, you were scared of them?”

“Trying to run, Rebel? You’re not going anywhere until you coat my tongue in cum.”

“Go ahead,” he said, smiling. “Plunge it deep into my chest. Watch me bleed out on the floor right here. I would never bother you again, but you would have a mess to clean up depending on where you stab me.”

“Text me when you need me. For any needs.” He smiled at Harper and then back to me. “Murder. Orgasms. I’m here.”

“No,” I said, laughing now. “I don’t usually, but then again, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a woman look so delicious in a dress.” Her nose scrunched. “What are you? A cannibal? You’re always saying how delicious I look, like you would eat me.” I groaned, biting down on the inside of my cheek hard. “You literally set these up for me, Rebel.” I mindlessly hit a ball, watching it roll effortlessly into the hole. “Of course I would fucking eat you,” I said, leaning down until my lips brushed her neck. “And I already know you are, in fact, delicious.”

I ran my hand down his stomach, stopping right above his belt. “What if I told everyone here how desperate you were to taste me again?” He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he turned on me. “I would put your ass on a table and show them. I don’t care if people watch. If anything, I prefer it. Let them see my head under your dress as you moan and scream for more. They would love how you wrap your fingers in my hair and force me harder against you, desperate for my tongue.”

I listened, pulling out a new wrench. My eyes went wide as he stepped up next to me. “You want me to use this?” He laughed, taking it out of my hand. “I had something else in mind, but let me see if this will work.” The cool metal trailed up my thigh. “Is this going to get you off? Is this going to make you come hard until you cover my bike?”

“Get yourself off, Rebel,” he said, moving my fingers over my clit. “Think about how much you liked my mouth on you.”

“That pussy is so desperate to be filled. I can’t wait for you to come all over my cock. You’re going to cry and scream when I fill you. When I bury myself so deep in you and fill you. My pretty little slut used and covered in cum.”

“Let me watch you stretch yourself around it and make my bike drip.”

“Don’t come unless you know you will coat my bike. Don’t waste my time on a quick orgasm that barely gets you off. I want it dripping so much I could lick it off the floor or I want nothing at all.”

“That’s good, baby. You did perfect. Look at my bike, it’s fucking soaked. I want to get on my knees and lap it up, but I’ll just clean you off instead.”

“Mess? That’s a goddamn work of art. My bike won’t be cleaned ever again.”

“Have you ever had this mouth used and fucked? Have you ever had a man worship it with his fucking cock?”

“I want to see you take it all. Fucking choke, baby. Show me you want it all. I promise every inch you bury in that throat will be buried in that pussy one day.”

“There is, if I worry that I pale in comparison to the other women you run around with.” He laughed again, the soft exhale tickling my arm. “Isn’t it funny how we always build up interactions in our mind? We think they are good, maybe great even. Until you have the really amazing thing, though, it’s hard to make an accurate comparison. Then, once you have the amazing thing, it would be impossible to go back and think that first thing was even okay, let alone great.”

“Yes, they are, and I’m thrilled that some of those guesses will be right,” he said, pulling open the door. “Little rebel girl likes to get off on motorcycles and get on her knees,” he said, coming up behind me and pushing me out of the office. “She likes to suck until her mouth is full of cum.”

“No, I want the world to know you hunted me down to be my pretty little slut.”

“He’s going to really hate you when I cut off every part of him that touches you.”

“That’s almost hilarious. I’m still a little scared of him after the whole knife to the chest thing, but in a still laughing way, you know?”

“You little psycho. Of course you think a knife is cute. You’re going to scare everybody at that party. These people aren’t like our friends.”

Aren’t you always in the spotlight, being one of the richest heiresses here? Or are you the only heiress here?” “I don’t give myself that title.” “What title do you give yourself, then? Because you seem to not like any of them.” She leaned in, her eyes narrowing as her nose nearly touched mine. “Regan.” “Rebel?” “I don’t mind that one.” “Pretty. Little. Slut,” I said, my lips against hers now. She sucked in a breath, wiggling in my lap. “That one is…interesting.” “I’m sure you’ll find it quickly becoming a favorite.”

“When I planned to keep you locked in your room all night, this wasn’t what I had in mind,” I said, brushing her hair back again. “No? What were your ideas? Ritualistic killing? Violently torturing a man to death? Starting a cult?”

I reached behind me, grabbing the pink and black helmet off the seat and handing it to her. “What’s this?” “Your helmet.” “Mine?” “Yes, yours.” I turned it around, showing her the small pink name running along the side. Rebel.

She was mine, and there was no chance I wouldn’t catch her. I would always catch her.

“You are all mine, Rebel. Come all over my cock and make me yours.”

“Rook tattooed ‘pervert’ on his hands. He won’t be able to hide from anyone.”

“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled against me. “I’ve thought about you every fucking second for the last two days.” “You were stalking me, Rook. I don’t think you gave yourself enough time to miss me.” “Watching you through windows and a hundred feet away is not the same as this.”

“You’re going to give up the control, just like that?” “To you? Yes. Only you. I would bow at your fucking feet, Regan. You always have the control.”

“This cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? That’s what you were telling that girl at the bar, weren’t you? That it belongs buried in me and no one else.” “Yes, so let me fucking bury it,” he said through gritted teeth.