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She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Rey was actually on Ben Solo’s black-and-red motorcycle, going home with him, after having sex with him in a nightclub bathroom stall. What was wrong with her tonight? Losing her virginity to her ex-boyfriend’s father was bad enough. Letting him take her to his house so he could have his way with her all night long was another level of craziness.

He wasn’t exactly the guy she could bring home to her mama, if she had one. But there was just something about him. He was so controlling, so demanding. He had ‘bad boy’ written all over him. Being taken by him, chaotic and unhinged, in the bathroom was spellbinding. And when he told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was coming home with him because he wasn’t done with her, she was more than eager to obey.

She should’ve stayed with her friends. Being under their watchful eyes would’ve been safer, and smarter. But it was just one night, right? Maybe if she kept telling herself that obvious lie, she could somehow excuse her behavior. Or maybe she could point out that it was technically her birthday, since she’d just checked her watch and noticed it was 12:03 a.m. She usually didn’t care about her birthdays, and she never did the whole ‘I’m one year older just because it’s after midnight’ thing. In her mind, she was twenty-one until tomorrow morning.

But she could make an exception, just this once. Between suddenly finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her, and getting reluctantly dragged by her five best friends to her first nightclub, she’d expected to wake up tomorrow to a birthday of migraines and misery. But now her birthday had the makings of being something special.

They just needed to get to Ben’s house as quickly as possible. Being pressed so hard against his back, with her hands so close to his crotch, was igniting fresh cravings in Rey’s nether regions. She would’ve thought her body would be exhausted and sore after being invaded for the first time. But no. She was ready to be invaded again. And conquered. And burned alive.

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and silently begged Ben to hurry. Just a little bit farther to his place. Just a little bit farther . . .

Ben drove his motorcycle as if his life depended on it. He shouldn’t be in such a rush; his house was only a few minutes away from Maz’s Castle. But his son’s ex-girlfriend was finally sitting behind him, where she belonged. He could feel the pressure of her breasts through his jacket. And her hands were just above his crotch. It was beating a rhythm, demanding her touch.

They needed to get home now.

Ben was twice Rey’s age, but she made him feel younger than his own son. He’d just finished taking her cherry in a bathroom stall. How did he already need her again, so soon? After secretly pining for her for so long, he should have more control than this.

But one taste of the forbidden fruit and he wanted to devour the entire tree. With no remorse. If Temiri would throw away such a delicious prize, just because he couldn’t keep his pants on, then so be it. Ben would keep corrupting his good girl himself. Freaking daddy’s little girl like he was halfway decent.

Even though he wasn’t. There was nothing decent about him. A good guy didn’t salivate over his son’s girlfriend. A good guy didn’t send an anonymous text to break them up. Rey didn’t understand what she had gotten herself into by giving herself to him. But she was left with no choice. He’d opened her up to the dark side tonight. The good side wouldn’t satisfy her anymore.

She couldn’t go back to it now. Like he couldn’t.

It was a question as old as the universe itself.

Why do all good girls like the bad boys?

Such a complex question. With such a simple answer . . .

Because they weren’t good girls.

The few minutes between the club and the house felt like hours, but finally they pulled into Ben’s garage. They were barely off his bike when their bodies collided. Mouths clashed in hostile combat. Hands clawed for anything that could be touched. He fell into her, nailing her to his door, wedging his tongue between her teeth. He needed to find the key, but he couldn’t stop dry humping her long enough to do it. He ached for some relief. Just a little relief.

He wanted to spill in his pants, but a passing police siren gave him just enough sanity to realize it was time to get Rey safely inside. She sucked on his neck, making it almost impossible for him to focus enough to get the key in the lock. But, somehow, after a struggle, he managed to get the door open.

Mouths locked messily, they fell into the house. Ben kicked the door shut as Rey dropped her little handbag on the floor. Hurriedly, she unzipped his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. His shirt buttons had already been ripped off when they had sex at the club, so the shirt was easy to shove away. His chest finally bare, he lifted Rey’s legs and carried her to the closest available surface—his dining table. Chasing her mouth, he sat her down and joined her on the table, until she was lying flat, with him on top of her.

They grappled together to get his pants undone. He shoved them down his butt, just enough to pull his cock out. He hated her panties but, like at the club, was too impatient to pull them off. He just had to get inside her now to alleviate some of the tender pain in his manhood. So he tugged her panties out of the way and rammed inside with one cutting lung. Kriff, she was still just as tight as she was when he breached her virgin cunny in the bathroom stall. But this time, her muscles loosened for him quicker, making it easier for him to hammer her with his thighs.

”Good girl. Bad girl,” he cooed. “Want you so bad.”

She was panting hot, heavy breaths on his cheek. Her white dress was so ruined Ben doubted it was salvageable. In fact, he wanted to make sure it wasn’t. She felt so good he couldn’t resist a few more lewd pumps. But then he made himself pull out and quickly crawled down her body. His teeth caught her panties and dragged them down her legs so he could toss them away. But a wave of jealousy hit him when he saw her clean-shaven snatch. Why had she shaved herself? Was it because of Temiri? Had she planned to give him her virginity before she got the text about his cheating?

The vexing thought reignited Ben’s resolve to wipe his son from Rey’s memories, once and for all. Incensed, he closed his eyes and his face made a beeline for her risen clit.

Holy—

Rey was floored by Ben’s sudden ambush. Oh, Force, he was kissing her there. No, not kissing. Eating. He opened his mouth wide, assaulting her clit and vulva.

”Ben, Ben . . . Ohhh!”

Vilely, he wagged his tongue between her folds. It hurt so bad. It felt so good. She was burning up. Her dress was sticking to her sweaty figure. She needed to get free of the stifling dress, but she couldn’t think. Her reality was unraveling. And Ben wouldn’t let up. He was annihilating her senses; compelling her to his will. She didn’t think she could bear it, yet he wasn’t giving her a choice.

But she didn’t mind.

No, sir.

In no time, her body detonated in a tsunami of pleasure—lavish and fearsome. A heartbeat later, Ben was on his knees, tugging his cock for all it was worth. His abs crunched as threads of come shot all over her dress. Rey stuck out her tongue, curiously wanting to catch a few drops. Oh, wow. She’d never tasted anything like that before. It was so bitter, but something about it made her, um, thirsty.

”Here, have some more,” Ben said, scooping up a glob of spunk with his finger and wiping it on Rey’s tongue. She instinctively swallowed it, surprised by how much its odd tang appealed to her. She was getting addicted to Ben. And if his smirk was any indication, he knew it. He was cocky, and it was working. Needing him was sinful to a fault.

Such a sweet sin.

”Sorry about the dress,” he said, winking.

Yeah, the dress was completely done for. She’d have to pay BeeBee back for it. But that was just fine with her.

”Um, do you think I could borrow a shirt?” she asked, sliding off the table.

”You sure you need one?” he asked suggestively.

He had a point. Anything she put on would probably just get thrown off in a little while. But now that she was getting over her mindblowing orgasm, her timid side was resurfacing.

Ben chuckled and waved at a door. “My bedroom’s through there. Take anything you want.”

Rey scurried along gratefully. She thought about finding something in his drawers, but decided to use the closet instead. Going through his drawers seemed like an invasion of his privacy, and she didn’t want to do that. Opening the closet, she wasn’t surprised to see that most of his shirts were black. He probably knew just how swoon-worthy the color made him look, especially with his black hair.

She started to riffle through her options, but paused when something strange caught her eye. She could’ve sworn it was her face. But that didn’t make any sense. Confused, she parted the shirts and saw . . . pictures adorning the back of the closet. Pictures of her. Actually, pictures of her and Ben. Selfies he’d taken of them over the last year.

She recognized each one. The barbeque Ben hosted six months ago. Temiri’s birthday at Dex’s Diner. Ben’s office Christmas party he’d invited Rey and Temiri to attend. No matter what the occasion was, Ben always made sure to take selfies with just him and Rey. She’d always assumed it was because he was trying to make his son’s girlfriend feel warm and welcome.

But nooo.

She felt the air shift as he entered the bedroom behind her. Swallowing hard, she turned to face him. He was leaning by the door, arms crossed against his very naked chest.

”I actually forgot about those when I sent you in here,” he said.

Her mind was working overtime, trying to comprehend what she’d just discovered. Gradually, she was seeing the whole time she’d known Ben with new eyes. The way he would smile at her. All the moments he accidentally touched her . . .

Ben crept forward, keeping direct eye contact. “You have that look in your eyes, from the club. My shy girl is coming back out to play.”

Rey stared at him, mouth open. She didn’t know what to do with herself, so she asked the only thing she could think of. ”W-why?”

”Why what?” he pressed, gliding closer by the moment. “Why what? Say it.”

”Why did . . . why did you put those pictures in your closet? I don’t understand.”

He inclined his head, his lips curling unrepentantly. “Search your feelings, sweetheart. You know the truth.”

His expressive eyes were broadcasting everything. He was so close to her now, looking at her with unrestrained possession. He’d told her at the club that he’d dreamed about her from the moment he first saw her. But she hadn’t realized, until now, just how serious he was. Every selfie had been a sign of his secret yearning. Right from the very beginning. Yes, he’d actually taken a selfie with her the day Temiri introduced them. The picture was first in line in the closet, with the rest following in chronological order.

How had she been so blind?

”Ah, there it is,” he said, holding her chin. “There’s a birthday surprise you’ll never forget.”

She blinked. He’d even noticed it was late enough to be her birthday? This was all too much to take in at once. She should leave, think things over. But she couldn’t. Her body was reheating. On their own, her hands rose and touched the eight-pack that had always caught her attention. He breathed raggedly and let her explore his muscles.

This was crazy. All that time, feeling guilty for her inappropriate thoughts about her boyfriend’s father . . . only to find out now about his feelings for her.

She used to think that she was strong. Or, at least, not this kind of girl.

But now she saw how she was wrong. Ben was dangerous, besetting. Just like a disease that kept on eating at her.

Maybe tonight had been inevitable.

”Good girl,” he ground out. “Put your hands all over me.”

Hands weren’t good enough. Feeling adventurous, Rey bent to lick Ben’s abs. She could taste his dried sweat from when they had sex a few minutes ago, and she liked it. Humming, she worked her lips up and mouthed his nipple. He purred and stroked her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Her tongue circled the areola, then licked the bud, compelling more noises of enjoyment from his throat.

A sense of power was coming over her. He got under her skin. And she wanted to get under his. There must be something wrong with her. Why did she love being bad for him? Why did the dark side just catch her eye?

She knew he was a villain. But she couldn’t stop this feeling, and she didn’t want to.

He gripped Rey’s chin and tried to kiss her, but she dodged him with a shake of her head. ”If you want me,” she purred, “you have to catch me.”

In a flash, she darted around him, out the bedroom door—Ben right on her heels.

So, she wanted to play dirty did she? What a bad girl she was.

Ben hadn’t lied about forgetting the pictures. Drunk on his post-orgasmic haze, he’d sent Rey to his bedroom, then followed her when he remembered the shrine of memories lovingly tucked away so Temiri wouldn’t know. When he wasn’t quick enough to stop her from seeing the pictures, he wondered if she would run. But he should’ve known better. She could never run from him. In fact, he found it wickedly satisfying to see her awaken to his obsession with her.

Despite her shock and confusion, she was undeniably turned on. And now she was inciting him. Her inner darkness wanted him to channel his passion for her toward catching and using her. Like a moth to a flame, she was back here again. Back to being willing prey for his hunter.

Her surrender was their sweet victory.

Since Ben was larger and faster, he caught Rey in no time. She wrestled with him, trying to ‘get away’. But he overpowered her with his strength and pulled her down to the floor with him. With a yank of his hands, her dress was ripped. Too needy to pretend anymore, she threw off the torn garment and helped him out of his pants. He manhandled her around so they ended up lying on their sides, his chest right against her back.

Yeah, here we go. Ben grabbed his manhood and rubbed it crudely between Rey’s legs. Her bottom wiggled in anticipation. Biting his lip hard, he wedged himself inside her from behind, slipping into her cunt until she was crammed-full. Yes. Just what he wanted . . . more of that feeling, more of that wetness. He used one hand to molest her breast, and the other to hold her still for his use. His cock rubbed against her walls, wallowing in their moist compression.

”Please, faster,” Rey begged.

Grunting, he picked up the pace. Their flesh slapped. Slapped. His teeth snared her earlobe. Her chest writhed. He rutted her, violated her, dragged her with him into the black depths of depravity . . . But they froze when a song suddenly started to play out of nowhere.

Looking up, Ben saw Rey’s little handbag on the floor above his head. The music was coming from her phone. He recognized the tune immediately. It was Rey’s ringtone for Temiri. Why was Temiri calling her, and this late?

A twisted idea came slithering into Ben’s mind. Rey began to panic as he grabbed the bag and extracted her phone. But he ignored her and answered the call, putting the phone on speaker and holding it between them.

”Reyyyy,” came Temiri’s slurred voice.

Aha, so that’s why he was calling—he was drunk. ”Answer him,” Ben whispered in her ear.

Rey gulped, but did as she was told. “T-Temiri,” she stuttered.

”Reyyyy. I’m sorrrrry,” he whined. ”Made a mistake. Want ya back.”

Ben hid his face in Rey’s hair to muffle his giggle. Leave it to his son to want Rey back, just as Ben’s rod was jammed inside her.

”Temiri, I-I don’t—ugh.”

Ben shimmied his pelvis, cutting off whatever Rey had been trying to say. She threw a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her moan. Just like in the bathroom stall, the badness in Rey was stirred by the fear of discovery. Such a ‘good’ girl.

”I never shoulda . . . Jyn wasn’t really . . . Take me back, pleeease.”

”Oh, Ben!”

”Huh?”

Ben licked behind Rey’s ear and probed her body with long, bottomless strokes. How many sex sounds would it take to sober Temiri up? Ben was curious to find out. The boy deserved it after the way he’d treated Rey.

”N-nothing,” she said—or rather, sighed. “Temiri, I . . . Force!”

He fingered her clit with his free hand. Rolled it between his thumb and pointer. Wagged it with a fingernail. Temiri better enjoy Rey’s sexy noises while he could. Temiri was weak and foolish, unlike his father. This was as close as the boy would ever get to the paradise that Ben was enjoying.

”Whaaaat’s going on?” Temiri asked. Ben could hear the suspicion in his voice. ”Are ya . . . are ya with someone?”

”No, I—Please, Ben, right there!”

”Ben?! Ben who?”

Ben kissed Rey’s neck. ”Yeah, Rey. Ben who?” he cooed.

”I heard that! Some guy’s with you. Who is it?” It was clear by Temiri’s tone that he was sobering up, quickly.

Ben held the phone close to Rey’s mouth. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should we be polite and answer him?”

She was stuffed full of Ben. He was in her body, in her head. What kind of girl was she, that she was getting off to having sex with a man while his son was on the phone? She knew what Ben was doing. He’d already thrown Temiri out of the house and cut him off for cheating on Rey. Now, he was taking the punishment to another level by torturing Temiri with what he would never have. It was cruel. Ben was a bad guy.

And like every other good—bad—girl, Rey liked it so much.

”Tell me who it is, Rey!”

Hmm. Okay, sure! Why not?

She’d already surrendered control of her body. Might as well loosen her tongue while she was at it.

“It . . . it’s your father,” she moaned. “He’s making me come.”

”WHAT?! You are not with my dad.”

”Hey, kid,” said Ben into the phone.

”Dad! What’re you doing with Rey?”

”I think she just answered that.” He put the phone close to Rey and whammed inside. She yelped, not even caring that Temiri could hear. Let him get an earful of what his father was doing to her.

”You’re having sex with my girlfriend?!”

”Ex-girlfriend,” Ben corrected. “And don’t worry, kid. If you ask nicely, maybe Rey and I will even make you a baby brother or sister tonight.”

Kriff, why was that idea even hotter? Losing her mind, Rey reached behind herself to cup Ben’s butt and pull him even farther, if possible, inside.

Temiri sputtered outrageously. “Dad, don’t you dare! Kriff, this is the most disgusting thing ever. I can’t even—”

Ben dropped the call and tossed away the phone. Turning Rey’s head with his hand, he licked silkily into her mouth. ”What do you think, sweetheart?” he challenged with a glint in his eyes. “Should we make my son a sibling for your birthday? Really show everyone that you’re mine.”

Anything. She would do anything. Ben could have anything he wanted. She just needed to come!

”Please, yes, anything. Just-just let me—”

Ben doubled his assaults on her clit. On a dime, fireworks exploded behind her eyes, ricocheting like bullets. She screamed into the night. He groaned and kept thrusting, taking advantage of her pulsations, until his seed was poured inside her for the second time. She loved its creamy wetness as it splashed her innards.

They laid there in the aftermath, with Ben comfortably still inside her. “Happy birthday,” he said.

Rey couldn’t say a word. How had this happened? She’d gone from being a virgin, to having sex three times already in one night. She’d also found out the man she’d reluctantly wanted for a year had wanted her, too—so much so that he’d turned his closet into a secret tribute.

“Has it really been that long?” she timidly ventured.

Ben kissed her shoulder. “Has what been?”

”Have you really wanted me all this time?”

He hugged her close. “Why do you think I sent you those pictures of my son cheating?”

She gasped and swiveled her head to look at him. “That was you?”

In hindsight, Rey supposed it shouldn’t surprise her. She was learning it was definitely something Ben would do. And she couldn’t be angry about it; Temiri was the one who’d cheated. If anything, she was almost glad those anonymous pictures had come from Ben. He was full of surprises, and she would have lots of fun unwrapping them for a long time to come.

Besides, her birthday had started out with a bang, and they still had twenty-something hours to make the most of. Heck, maybe Ben was right. Maybe he could give her a new little mouth to feed for her birthday.

Of course, he really shouldn’t do that. It was very, very wrong.

But all ‘good’ girls (haha) like the bad boys. And that’s just the way it is.

Nine months later, Rey’s birthday wish was fulfilled when Temiri’s baby brother and sister were born. Rey held the twins and smiled as Ben proudly took a selfie of the four of them and sent it to his son. Temiri hadn’t seen or spoken to them since that night nine months ago. But Ben had heard through the grapevine that Temiri had recently met a nice young lady he seemed to like.

Ben wanted to think his son might finally be on the right path to cleaning himself up. Rey herself wasn’t so sure, but who knew? Stranger things had happened after all—like a possessive man stealing his son’s innocent ex-girlfriend.

Either way, Ben and Rey were thrilled for their new little bundles of joy. When the babies settled down in their hospital bassinet for a nap, Ben snapped two more selfies with Rey—one smiling at the camera, and one giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love you, you bad girl,” he whispered in her ear.

Yes, he did. For better or worse. For good or bad. “I know.”