Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The guy with Owen throws Ryan over his shoulder with a grunt. Owen takes my hand, linking his fingers with mine.
With his other hand I see the remote. I reach for it and he gives it to me easily. “Not until I tell you, sparrow.” I nod as we slide out the side door.
We move through the building and stay hidden as we make our way down into the basement. Once there, Owen slides open a hidden door. His eyes meet mine and then he nods. I lift the remote and nod back.
This is about more than faking my own death. It’s about showing Owen I accept some of the things he has to do as the leader of the Insurgence. That sometimes the only thing you can do to protect your people and the ones you love is violence. There is a time for peace and there will be that in the future, but right now, I cast my rage to the Elites.
I press the button, and instantly the building rocks. There’s a loud rumble above us, but the basement doesn’t take on any damage.
“I’m all yours,” I tell Owen, giving him the remote and then wrapping my arms around him.
“You were always mine,” he says, and kisses me.
Epilogue
Owen
Eight months later…
Minnie is moaning again. She’s horny as hell and I love being the reason she’s making those beautiful sounds. Her pregnant belly is so big she can’t see her toes while she’s standing up, but I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life.
But right now, even though I’m eating her snatch like it’s the last supper, I can tell she’s distracted.
“What are you thinking about, my love?” I ask, kissing her pussy and licking my way around her clit.
She sighs. “I was just thinking about that carrot cake from our wedding.”
I can’t help the bark of laugh I let out. “I’m doing all this work down here and all you can think about is cake? And for the record, it wasn’t our wedding.”
She moans louder as I run my tongue through her folds and into her pussy, playing with her G-spot. “I ended up with you, didn’t I?” she says, right before she cries out.
Her body tightens and her climax rolls through her as I move up her body. I cuddle beside her, spooning her body and slipping my cock in her pussy from behind. I lick my lips and she’s still got that fruity, exotic scent from being pregnant. I can’t get enough of it.
“I love you, and if you want a wedding, I’ll make sure you have one,” I say, sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
She moans as my cock swells, and it only take a few pumps before I empty into her. Her big, round belly and the sweet taste of her cunt have me constantly ready to cum. I don’t pull out when I’m finished, because she’s going to want to cum again in the next five minutes, so I’ll wait until she tells me what she wants me to do to please her. She’s demanding, and I love nothing more than giving her what she wants.
“I don’t need the wedding,” she says, and I kiss her bare shoulder. “I just want the cake.”
I hum against her as she giggles.
“I’m just glad that no one died at our fake wedding. I was all for the violence in the moment, but afterward I was relieved.”
“That makes one of us,” I say, and she playfully slaps my arm.
I hold her in silence and hum a song to her and the baby as I rub her belly.
“You were always going to end up with me. I’m just sorry it has to be out here in hiding in the middle of nowhere.”
She sighs, but it’s content as she settles back into my embrace.
“I’d hide out with you at the bottom of a garbage pit if it meant we were together.”
“I don’t want our baby to be born in hiding. I want better for both of you,” I say, feeling the need to give my family all that they want. All they deserve.
“We’re not alone, Owen. We have our friends and family here to help us. The entire Insurgency is a part of us now. A part of our baby’s life. We’ll all be fine because we’re stronger together.”
I smile and close my eyes. I couldn’t possibly love her more. “Yes, we will.”
THE END
Secret Rebel
by Alexa Riley
Chapter One
Naomi
I need a moment alone, and there’s only one place for me to get that here. I step lightly up the marble entrance to the museum and stride quickly in my four-inch red stilettos. I walk past the military-themed oil paintings that line the main hall without looking at them. The gallery of sculptures featuring The Leader on horseback does not even ping on my mental radar, because I’ve seen it hundreds of times.