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Warning: This chapter contains sexy scenes

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6. A Night to Forget

'Stay' was what Reaver had instructed her to do before he exited the room. She had been returned to the room in which she had gotten ready for the god-awful party. It was Reaver's own private bedroom. Very stylish but felt oddly cold and empty, despite the warm colours and roaring fire. The young rebel's eyes scanned the room, taking in every aspect of it. Hoping she would find a way out. Time was of the essence and she knew she had to make her escape quickly. The window was likely to be the quickest and easiest option, so she made her way to the curtains, pulling them back to reveal a large window. It dark outside, the moon giving Millfields its only bit of light.

To Anna's surprise, she managed to open the window somewhat effortlessly. She leaned forward, looking down into the garden below. It was going to hurt, that was no secret, but if she were to land upon one of the manicured hedges, it would hurt a lot less. Carefully, she lifted one leg up and over the window frame, noting to herself at how difficult a dress made this particular activity. What she did not note though was the bedroom door reopening, and one powerful aristocrat return. He was dressed much more casually. He had returned without his masquerade mask, his hat and his fur lined coat.

Reaver spotted the escape artist instantly and he swiftly and silently made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her from the window. She kicked and thrashed in an attempt to get free from his grip, but it was no use. He was far too strong.

"And just what do you think you're doing, my dear?" He asked it as a question, but Anna knew he needed no answer. Reaver was most certainly the type of man to always be at least one step ahead, and he definitely was with Anna. He placed the rebel down in front of him, looking down at her.

"I want to go home," she stated, crossing her arms in anger. What was causing her anger, Anna couldn't quite work out. Perhaps it was a mixture of all the recent events. Her being stuck here, Page's betrayal and having to be in the same room as a man she despised.

"Hm, I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet," Reaver replied, taking a step forward and closing the gap between the two of them.

"Well I'm not going to make my time here enjoyable for you," Anna spat back, glaring up at the man who towered over her. Usually she would feel extremely intimidated in a situation like this, but currently her temper was determining her feelings. Reaver returned her look, a smirk gracing his lips as he grabbed hold of her arm, gripping it tightly.

"In that case, you can spend another night in the cage. Then perhaps your attitude will change," he spoke so plainly about it, but he could see the fear and panic that spread across the rebel's face.

"No, no, no," she objected, shaking her head as he began to drag her towards the secret chamber where she had spent the last couple of days. Despite her protest and struggle, Reaver was still managing to pull her across the room and towards the secret door.

It was at the moment that Anna let her stupidity and panic take over her rationale thoughts. She couldn't afford to spend another night trapped within the metal confinements of the cage. If that meant she had to dance with the devil, then so be it. With the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rebel grabbed hold of Reaver's black shirt, pulling him towards her so that her lips could collide with his.

The second their lips met, Reaver's body stiffened up as if Anna had caught him completely off guard. Perhaps she did. But it took only moments for the deviant to come to his senses, releasing Anna's arm from his iron grip and returning the kiss. The kiss began rather passionately and quickly became more and more heated. Reaver's arms wrapped around Anna so he could begin untying the strings that held her corset together. At first, he untied the strings carefully, but it wasn't long until desire overwhelmed him and ripped the fabric from her body, leaving Anna completely exposed to him.

The kiss was broken for moments as Reaver admired the uncovered rebel that now stood before him.

"Mon magnifique rebelle," he said softly. Although Anna was unsure of what he had said, it still caused her cheeks to flush a light pink colour. Even though she detested the businessman in front of her, she felt completely vulnerable under his watch. With each passing moment, Anna could feel her heart beat faster and faster. She wanted so bad to stop but she knew that to gain her freedom she would have to play the game as well as Reaver himself.

Their lips soon reconnected. Reaver's kiss was hungry and controlling and it didn't take long for Anna to find herself falling back onto his bed. Her piercing green eyes stared up at the man, watching as he removed his shirt. Although she would never admit it aloud, there was no denying how gorgeous Reaver's body was. Perfectly toned, athletic physique. Reaver's lips curled into his infamous smirk as he watched the young rebel admire his body.

"How long you gonna leave a girl waiting?" Anna asked, her eyes reconnecting with his. The deviant simply chuckled before removing his gun from the holster around his waist. Instantly, Anna's body stiffened. Could he see she wasn't being truly honest? Surely not, she'd always been quite good at faking her affection for people. It had been several years since the young rebel had joined the Bowerstone Resistance and Page hadn't uncovered how much Anna truly disliked her. Could Reaver really sense her hatred for him, just from her kiss? The gun in his hand said it was likely he could.

Anna braced herself for the life-ending shot, but it never came. The deviant removed the holster belt from around his waist, tossing it carelessly aside. His attention then returned to the naked rebel in his bed. Tonight's events had taken an unexpected turn, but Reaver wasn't going to complain about it.

Reaver climbed on top of Anna and just like before, their lips reconnecting. But this kiss was only brief and short as the deviant's attention turned to the rebel's body. He began planting slow kisses along her exposed chest. His kiss trailed down her body, causing Anna to involuntarily let a moan escape her lips. Reaver paused for a moment and Anna could feel him smirk against her skin before swiftly removing the black panties she wore. Her eyes darted down to see Reaver had situated himself between her legs. Although she wore a poker face, she could feel her stomach doing somersaults due to the nerves. This was definitely not an ideal situation for a member of the Bowerstone Resistance to be in but if it kept Anna from being caged up again then so be it.

Reaver lowered his head to Anna's most intimate area and her eyes naturally fluttered close as she let herself go. Tomorrow was the time for regrets, tonight was about doing what she had to do to survive. The deviant's tongue slowly licked up and down her clit, causing another soft moan to escape Anna's lips. In all her life, she had never felt a sensation quite like it. Sex wasn't anything new to her, she had her fair share of drunken hook-ups over the years but the burning sensation that began to build in her stomach was new. The feeling completely replaced the butterflies she had previously felt. Never had a man cared much about her pleasure, they always focussed on their own.

Reaver continued to slowly pleasure the young rebel, Anna could feel herself melting under his touch. Without even thinking, her hand reached for his perfectly styled hair, tangling her fingers in it as the pleasure began to mount.

"Reaver," she moaned his name softly, which caused him to stop pleasuring her with his tongue. Anna felt Reaver run his tongue up the inside of her thigh as he pulled away.
"You taste delicious," he told her, instantly causing the young rebel to blush.

Anna stayed sprawled out on his bed and he couldn't help but admire her in her most vulnerable form. The deviant began to remove the garments on the lower half of his body and Anna watched him closely. She was very aware of the pistol that lay on the bed beside her. A constant reminder that every choice and action she made had a consequence. She just had to continue to ensure that she made the right choices. The type of choices that would please the wicked man who was in control of this game.

Anna couldn't help but admire his Reaver's body again, he was perfectly toned. Her green eyes studied each aspect of his body, beginning at his head and working her way down. However, she stopped when she came across his rock-hard member, her eyes widening involuntarily. Reaver simply chuckled, amused by the girl that lay in his bed.

"Are you ready for me, my dear?" he asked her, spreading her legs apart and climbing back on top of her.
"Of course," Anna replied as her eyes met his. Unlike earlier, Reaver's eyes were not filled with the usual emotionless hunger. Instead she could see a whirlwind of passion in them and she was completely and utterly drawn in by them. Her soft hand reached up to touch his cheek as their lips met once more. The rebel was well aware that this entire situation was wrong, but as she kissed him, it felt utterly and completely right.

The kiss continued, as Reaver pushed his hard cock into her. The sensation caused Anna to pull from the kiss, wincing in pain. He had only begun to insert himself into her but instantly stopped when it became uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, it hurts," Anna mumbled, completely embarrassed. Here she was, about to be bedded by the most powerful man in Albion and she was complaining his cock was hurting her. Just her luck. But in her defence, it had been quite a while since she had slept with a man. She had always found herself busy with the rebellion and even when she had some free time, the idea of taking a man back to the sewer for a hook-up didn't appeal to her.
"It's fine, just relax," Reaver told her as he planted small, delicate kisses along her jawline. Her eyes naturally fluttered close as she felt herself almost instantly relax.

"Good girl," the deviant said softly. Reaver could feel her relaxing too so he slid his cock further in. He did this slowly so that he wouldn't cause the young girl anymore discomfort. This definitely wasn't the deviant's usual style of doing things.

When he was satisfied, he began to slowly thrust in and out of Anna. Lowering his head down into the crook of the rebel's neck, Reaver began to nibble and suck on the skin. As he did so, the pace of his thrusts began to increase, causing Anna to arch her back involuntarily. Anna wasn't sure how he did it, but every thrust managed to make her moan.

Then, in one effortless movement, Anna forced the pair to roll over. Allowing for the rebel to now take position on top as well as regain some control of the situation. A smirk graced her plump lips as she looked down at the man below, still fully inside her. She began slowly and teasingly going up and down. But it didn't take long for the pleasure begin to build inside of her again. The inner conflict she was having was beginning to get unbearable. She was so aware that what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so unbelievably good.

The two continued. Every time Anna would lower herself back down onto Reaver's hard member, he lifted his hips slightly so she could take all of him. This sent a familiar sensation through Anna's body as she threw her head back. Her once perfectly styled hair, now cascading down her back.

The sensation continued to grow within her as her pace increased, bouncing up and down on his full length. It didn't take long for Reaver to take back control of the situation. With his hands steady on her hips, he began to thrust up into the young rebel. He could tell she was barely able to keep it together anymore.

"Are you ready to cum for me, my little rebel?" he asked her, his pace not faltering.
"Y-yes," she replied, her breathing heavy, allowing herself to fully let go.

The rebel was hit with the overwhelming feeling of bliss. A euphoric feeling she had never felt before rushing through every inch of her body. And as she let the orgasm take over her mind and body, Reaver joined her. Tightening his grip on Anna's hips, he pulled her downwards as he thrusted up, a groan escaping his lips as he came deep inside her.

Panting heavily, Anna looked down at the man beneath her, a smug expression plastered across his face.
"Well my dear, you're full of surprises," Reaver said, pulling himself out of the rebel.
"Thanks…" she mumbled, unsure whether it was a compliment or not. Anna climbed off of the deviant and flopped down on the bed beside him. Her breath still heavy and her mind still spinning. Thinking straight was something that wasn't coming naturally to her. She knew whatever happened, she couldn't let the resistance group find out about what happening tonight. It was strictly between her and Reaver.

To Anna's complete surprise, she felt Reaver's strong arms wrap around her body, pulling her back towards him. She lay her head on his chest. Anna wasn't going to make a scene because the deviant wanted her close to him, even though she would have much rather slept alone than in his arms. On the bright side though, she wasn't trapped in the cage and she was more likely to escape this way.
"Goodnight, my little rebel," Reaver mumbled.
"Night…" Anna replied, allowing her eyes to close and her mind drift off to sleep.

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