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  Copyright© 2022 Sam Crescent

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  Editor: Audrey Bobak

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  TAKEN BY THE REBEL

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2022

  Chapter One

  This was bad.

  So very bad.

  Fay Griffin tried to look for an exit, hoping to escape. He’d already seen her, so it was only a matter of time before she was fucked. This wasn’t good. She hadn’t wanted to go on this date, but her best friend had said she deserved a night of fun. This wasn’t fun.

  Especially as her best friend’s older brother, Blaze Carter, had just stepped out of the fighting ring. She had no idea he was still a fighter. If she was completely honest, she had no idea who he was, not really.

  She was best friends with his sister, Blair.

  When they were in high school, no one dared to bully his sister. Blaze was five years older than Blair, but his reputation preceded him and had everyone around him taking care of her.

  With what she’d just witnessed, Fay was petrified. She had to get out of here.

  Her date was an asshole.

  At dinner, he’d tried to do the whole routine of forgetting his wallet, but she only had enough money to pay for her part of the meal. She refused to pay for him. Fay had been scolded by that one before and never picked up the tab for any man.

  This was at Blair’s insistence.

  Fay went on dates, but none of them ever lasted. A few dinners here, light lunches there, and she was done. It was probably why at twenty-one years old, she was still a virgin.

  She’d be a dead virgin if she didn’t make it out of this abandoned, falling-apart warehouse soon.

  Her date had already left her.

  He’d picked her up from her apartment, at his insistence, and she had no choice but to accept a ride home from him. Only, he’d come here. Now she had to figure out how to get the hell out of here.

  Stepping away from the crowd, Fay tried to find the exit, but each time she did, she came to a door that was sealed shut.

  The commotion of the fight terrified her. Her heart hammered against her chest.

  Blaze didn’t like her, not one bit. She didn’t know why he didn’t like her, but he always avoided talking to her. Often, he just glared or stared at her. No words were necessary, which was why she avoided him.

  Panic clawed up her throat as she found herself at a dead end, in what looked like the locker room.

  Fay spun around, coming face to face with the scowling man she’d hoped not to see. Her hands shook a little. “Blaze,” she said.

  He was a good-looking man, if a heavily tattooed, highly muscular man was what women found attractive. He had short hair as well, neatly cut, but she knew Blair was the one who took care of his hair. Blair was a hairdresser. She had a lot of focus, which was why she was going to college.

  Fay had … nothing.

  The moment she turned eighteen, her parents kicked her out of their trailer, saying it was time for her to make her own way in the world. She didn’t have a clue what she wanted out of life, drifting from one job to another. She currently worked at a bar, as last week she’d been let go from the diner.

  With just one job, she knew it would be impossible to make the rent if she didn’t find something else soon. At least she had three months in advance. She was good at handling money. Making it last. A lifetime of doing it had made her good at it.

  The irony was that she wasn’t good at math at all. Failed it a million times, but the moment someone put a dollar sign in front of a bunch of numbers, she knew what she was doing. Crazy.

  “I was … just … er, leaving,” she said.

  She didn’t move, but he did.

  One step, then the other.

  She had witnessed him fight two men. One hadn’t been enough, and to make the stakes more interesting and to drive the crowd wild, two men had fought him. Blaze didn’t even have a scratch on him.

  There had been many rumors in high school about Blaze. Some said he was a fighter, others said he was a lover. All bark and no bite, but Fay knew differently. This man was an enigma.

  When the distance between them started to lessen, Fay had no choice but to take a step back, then another, and another, until all of a sudden, her back hit the brick wall. She cried out as Blaze slammed his hands at either side of her head.

  He’d never hurt her before. Never done anything to inspire fear.

  She just knew of what he could do.

  She stared at his heavily muscled chest but didn’t really see any of it.

  Hands clenched at her sides, she was almost afraid of what was going to come next.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” he said. His voice was deep, hard, gravelly.

  Fay tilted her head up, hating that she was cowering from him. Blaze Carter didn’t control her.

  “I don’t want to be here!” She growled.

  Why did he make her feel this way? She didn’t even understand these feelings herself. Blaze had never hurt her, never threatened her, but he evoked such a rush of … what? He was her best friend’s older brother. Scary in his own way.

  He’d been taking care of Blair for as long as Fay could remember. The two were close. They had each other, while she had no one.

  “My date brought me here, but I … he…”

  “What have you been told about going out to dinner with strangers?” he asked.

  “Damn it, Blaze, enough.” She wanted to push him away, but that would involve her putting her hands on his body, and she wasn’t going to do that. She never touched Blaze.

  Never.

  “Did he kiss you, Fay? Did he touch you?”

  Fay frowned as she looked up at him.

  Time seemed to stand still. She had no idea what was happening. It was rare for him to say her name. She couldn’t recall the last time he had. He always referred to her as you, or girl, or it.

  She’d never heard him say her name and now, what was that tone to his voice? Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe she was imagining things. This had to stop.

  “I want to leave, okay?”

  “Tell me.”

  “Come on, Blaze, I didn’t even know you were fighting or doing anything like that.”

  Blair had begged her brother to stop going to the fights. It frightened her to think of him getting hurt. Fay couldn’t disagree. The sheer violence she’d just witnessed made her feel sick to her stomach.

  Blaze gripped her chin and tilted her head back. “Did he touch you?”

  He wasn’t going to budge. She saw it in his eyes.

  “No. No. He didn’t. What is it to you?” she asked.

  “Because if he had, I’d be the one heading back into the ring and calling on him.”

  “I don’t know what is going on with you. I’m sorry I stumbled on your … secret. I won’t tell Blair.”

  “That’s a lie.”

  “No, it’s not a lie. If she doesn’t ask, then I won’t tell.” That way she wouldn’t be lying to her best friend. She hated lying, especially to Blair.

  Blaze still didn’t let go of her chin. His gaze stared right into hers, and at first, she didn’t know what the hell to do. She was held completely captive. Under his spell. No way to move.

  This was hard for Fay. She had always been a little … attracted to Blaze. He was her best friend’s older brother. The man responsible for her, even before their parents had died. The one thing she and Blair had in common was that their parents hadn’t cared about them, not at all. Blaze was the one who took care of Blair.

  Fay had no one.

  Watching Blaze taking care of Blair over the years, from treating her after she got sick, to driving her to school, and even handling the bullies, Fay had developed a crush. One she knew was never going to work.

  Blaze didn’t go for women like her.

  She’d seen him with women. Slender, blonde women. That was his type. At least from what she’d seen. That was all he went for.

  Not chubby, brown-haired women. Not her.

  “Or maybe I just need to give you a memory that is a lot better than fighting.”

  Fay’s gaze grew wide as the small gap between them evaporated as he pressed his very hard body against hers. She felt every single inch of him as he touched her. Even his—she swallowed—hard cock as it pressed against her stomach.

  This couldn’t be happening.

  ****

  Blaze had promised himself he’d never do anything to his sister’s best friend. He’d also sworn to Blair that he’d never go for Fay.

  Sweet, sexy, slightly broken Fay.

  The girl who was constantly around growing up, and he knew why. He’d been the one to take her home late at night. Witnessed her parents’ disregard for her. How they didn’t care about her. Never had.

  From the time she was a little girl, she’d always been alone.

  He knew that. Which was why he had no qualms abo
ut approaching her parents and telling them to kick her out the moment she was eighteen. Fay didn’t know he was responsible.

  From the time he hit fourteen, he’d been terrifying to most men. It was how he’d gotten into the fighting business. Some of the men he’d fought for had never seen a boy with so much rage inside him. No, he didn’t have rage, but a thirst to win. He didn’t give a fuck what it took to get there.

  With Fay kicked out, he was able to steer her in the direction he needed her. Not moving in with Blair, but to an apartment she couldn’t afford. He dealt with the landlord, providing the necessary money to leave her be and to allow her to live there. He was the one who took care of the bills to ensure she was safe and warm.

  When it came to her jobs, he was the one taking care of it. The seedy bar she currently worked in, he didn’t like it, but he had dealt with the guy who owned the place. Blaze had clocked the way he looked at Fay, and he didn’t like it.

  Over the years, he’d taken care of many of the guys who’d looked at Fay the wrong way.

  The young woman didn’t know how goddamn gorgeous she was. As a kid, she’d been mousy, on the chubby side. Now, she had some sweet fucking curves, and he’d started to notice them when she was eighteen.

  He’d been staying with his sister for a couple of weeks to fix up her apartment. Blaze loved his sister, but he also knew if they lived together for any length of time, they’d kill each other. It was why he’d always given her space. They were too hotheaded for one another.

  Anyway, Fay had a girls’ night with Blair. They hung out, had a few drinks. Blair had gone to bed, and Fay, halfway through the night, had stumbled out, needing the bathroom. He doubted she remembered.

  She never gave any indication she remembered.

  He still remembered her as if it was yesterday. She’d worn a small bralette that barely covered her breasts, and a pair of boy shorts that had ridden up. Her feet had been bare. Her body on full display.

  She liked to hide it behind large sweaters and cardigans, rarely wearing anything that emphasized her curves. Fay had large tits, and they were big, so natural, and he just wanted to touch them. Even tonight, she wore a dress, one he’d seen many times before without her wearing a cardigan. Those tits were a struggle to confine, but they made his mouth water. She hid them tonight as well, with a cardigan buttoned up to near her neck.

  Such a shame.

  Her waist curved inward, but it wasn’t tiny; she had an hourglass figure with more meat on her bones. Her hips as well; he couldn’t keep his gaze away from them when she walked away or even stepped into a room. They were designed to have his hands on them as he fucked her hard, holding on to those sweet hips.

  Just thinking about it made his dick rock fucking hard.

  He wanted her. That was never going to stop. It hadn’t stopped. Not since before she was eighteen. He was only five years older than her, but fuck, he felt wrong wanting her.

  Until now.

  It was why he’d taken care of her and kept himself away.

  But she’d stepped into his fight with a fucking date.

  She was always going on dates, and he couldn’t stand that. Fay was his. She’d been his for a long fucking time.

  That night a while back, when he got to see her, he couldn’t resist. Fay didn’t remember how he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her against him so he felt those sweet tits pressing against his chest. How he’d stroked his other hand down her back, curving in at her waist and then cupping her curvy ass.

  He wanted to touch her again, but he knew that was impossible. Not now. The last time, he’d kissed her hard, wanting to fuck her, to take her, to make her his, but she’d also been drunk.

  In the morning, Fay hadn’t remembered a thing. There was no blush when she looked at him. No sign that she even remembered what had happened. It had kept Blaze going until this moment.

  He was tired of her going out with douches. He was tired of waiting.

  Those lips had been his two years ago. They belonged to him. None of her dates had ever gotten serious, but if they had, he would have taken care of it.

  No one deserved her. Not even him.

  Those plump lips called to him. They would look so good wrapped around his dick, but for now, they were going to work on his lips.

  He couldn’t resist. He knew he should, but then, he slammed his lips down on hers, moving his hands so one gripped the back of her neck, holding her still, and the other cupped her ass. So fucking juicy.

  Exactly what he wanted.

  Fay called herself chubby and fat. He’d heard the words spilling from her lips, but to him, she was utter perfection.

  Beautiful.

  All his.

  He wanted her so fucking badly.

  Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock, and he had this overwhelming need to take her, right now, against the wall. To stake his claim on her. He wanted her so badly.

  Denying himself hadn’t helped. Distance hadn’t made him forget about her.

  She opened her lips, and he couldn’t resist plunging inside, making love to her mouth. All of a sudden, he heard the alarm.

  The fight had been busted. The alarm was to alert everyone that the cops were coming.

  Fuck. Shit. Bad fucking timing.

  He was pissed off.

  Breaking from the kiss, he grabbed Fay’s hand and moved toward the back of the shower stall.

  “Everywhere is locked,” she said, sounding a little breathless, and it turned him on. He’d caused that. Fay was all his.

  Did she even realize what she’d done tonight? What she had caused? By coming here, her single days were now over. There was no one else for her to date. She now belonged to him.

  There was only so much restraint he could show, and it had been used up.

  Getting to the exit in the changing rooms, he kicked the bottom and hit the bar, which moved.

  Gus, the man running this operation, always showed him the exit route. It was what he’d demanded from the moment he started fighting.

  With Fay at his side, he didn’t let go of her hand. He took off, going to the site where Gus was already waiting, holding out a brown envelope. Neither of them spoke as Blaze took his money, nodded at him, and ran off.

  Talking was overrated, and the cops would keep on coming until they thought they found their culprit.

  Blaze ran down the street, heading toward his car. He never parked close to the fight.

  Fay kept up with him, and he smiled. His woman loved wearing boots as opposed to heels. It was a good thing because he wouldn’t have been able to cope with her body in heels.

  After getting into the car, he grabbed his shirt from the backseat. He never left anything to chance. He only ever arrived with himself, exactly how he intended to walk out of the ring.

  He slid it on, but then jerked his chair back.

  “Get on,” he said.

  “What? Why aren’t you driving away?” She panted a little.

  “If I drive away, the cops will get my license plate, and they’ll come sniffing around. If it looks like I’m making out with my girlfriend, then there’s nothing to it.”

  “What? You want me to—”

  “Straddle my fucking dick, Fay, now!” He snapped the last part out, and she didn’t argue with him.

  From how awkward she was climbing on his lap, he knew she hadn’t done this. He had to lift her dress up, and then angle her hips, drawing her pussy right against his pants. He was rock-hard, and he wanted inside her.

  Staring up into her eyes, he couldn’t look away, didn’t want to.

  Fay was his. The time for waiting was over. She would belong to him.

  Chapter Two

  Fay’s entire body had been on high alert since the moment Blaze had kissed her. No, before that. When he’d made sure there was no distance between them. His whole body pressed against hers, and she felt the evidence of his dick.

  Holy crap.

  That couldn’t have been happening.

  Only it had.

  Then the kiss. She’d been kissed before but never like that. Even now, her lips tingled, but then, he’d kissed her again.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.