His dark eyes watched me hungrily as I performed a strip-tease for him. I knew I would never in real-life, but fantasy Lena was daring and bold and brave. Fantasy Lena was the kind of woman who rescued herself, who let nothing stand in her way.
I imagined myself slowly dragging the thin white fabric of Gabriel’s t-shirt over my head, baring my naked body to him. I could see him watching me with a lazy, predatory gleam in his eye, his finger idly rubbing his lower lip like a promise of what he would do to me.
A muffled whimper slipped past my lips. Gabriel was watching me play with myself, and my fingers started moving faster, vibrating my clit shamelessly. I started panting from the mounting pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, working myself so hard the wet sounds of my arousal filled the room. “Oh god, Gabriel…”
Gabriel smirked as he got up from his chair, stalking toward me like I was his prey. His lean, muscular body drew closer as he positioned himself behind me. He had taken over my fantasy as easily as he’d taken over my thoughts in real life.
Gabriel gripped my hips and jerked them back against him. My eyes rolled back as he pressed his insistent erection against the back of my thighs. He was so hard and so damned big, rubbing that thing against me obscenely.
I felt dirty thinking these thoughts, but it felt good. It felt freeing. I couldn’t stop playing with my nipple, touching my core with my middle finger. Harder. Faster. My body curled on its side as I clamped my thighs around my vibrating hand.
“Oh…” My eyes slid shut and my head fell back. “Ohh, Gabriel, yes…”
In my fantasy Gabriel reached around me and took over, expertly working his finger over my wet clit and sliding into me. My hips jerked to meet where he was stroking me hard to orgasm. I wanted him filling every inch of me. I wanted him pounding into me from the back as I screamed.
I was alive, and I wanted to feel it.
“Oh yes, Gabriel!” I cried, uncaring of how loud I was now. I wanted him to hear me moaning his name. I wanted him to come over to watch, to know just how much I wanted him.
I heard the door being flung open, and my eyes cracked open to see the lights in the bedroom turning on.
Gabriel had burst into the room wearing nothing but a pair of unfastened jeans that he’d hastily yanked on. His brown hair was tousled and his eyes were alert. Every muscle in his body was tense, like he was ready to take down whatever was making me afraid.
But there was no danger when I was with Gabriel. I was safe with him—my heart and my mind and my body.
“Lena,” he said in a ragged voice, his disbelieving gaze burning hot on my naked body. “I thought you were having a nightmare.”
The confusion on Gabriel’s face warred with lust as he took me in. The way he watched me made me feel intoxicated. Powerful. I could bring this big strong man to his knees if I wanted, and the thought made me so impossibly aroused.
Feeling more daring than I had ever been in my life, I parted my trembling thighs, giving Gabriel a perfect view of my swollen core. I kept petting my clit with my fingers, and my arousal soaked them all over.
“Filthy girl,” Gabriel breathed. He ran a shaking hand over his mouth, but I couldn’t stop touching myself. It was filthy like Gabriel said, but oh god, it felt so damn good with him watching me. I was about to come, my body shaking from the ecstasy.
“Gabriel, please...” I was panting hard as I dragged my eyes down his bare torso, down his sculpted abs, down to the chiseled V-shape of his pelvis… And saw his big erection behind his unfastened jeans.
I gasped, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out the way I knew he liked. My pleading gaze never left him.
“Gabriel, please.”
“You need to rest, Lena.” His jaw was tight, but I knew he was trying to hold himself back. He wanted me just as badly.
“Please.” My voice came unsteady from how close I was to climax. “I want to be yours. Only yours.”
I wanted to forget that any other man ever tried to lay his hands on me. Tonight I chose who I gave my body to.
My words seemed to make Gabriel snap. His dark eyes gleamed dangerously, but he took his time to cross the bedroom, never letting me look away from him.
He stopped by the bed, and still holding my gaze, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and took it off.
An involuntary moan escaped me when I saw his erection jutting out obscenely from his body. It was a darker color than the rest of his tanned skin, so thick and hard that it nearly pressed up against his stomach. The blunt head was swollen and dark red, already glistening with a clear thread of liquid dripping down the long shaft.
My hips thrust helplessly against my hand in anticipation. I wanted him between my legs, inside me, filling me up to the brim until I could no longer move.
Gabriel’s gaze burned into me as he joined me on the bed, but my hungry eyes never left his erection.
“You wanted this, didn't you?” he murmured, settling between my parted thighs. “Wanted me to come running like a horny bastard when you moaned my name.”
I bit my lip, nodding helplessly.
“Filthy girl.” Gabriel’s slow smile made me even wetter.
He was different from earlier. The fierce protector who was so afraid that I would shatter in his hands had been replaced with a wild, unpredictable creature. Raw sexual tension simmered just beneath his surface.
He was a hair's-breadth away from grabbing me and pounding into me like an animal, and that thought made me crazed with lust.
Gabriel grasped my knees and eased them wider. I could feel the raw strength in his arms with that single movement, and it made me feel so deliciously vulnerable. I bit my lip as I kept pleasuring my clit.
“You can’t stop touching yourself.” Gabriel’s smile was lazy, approving. “How often?”
I colored, even though I was baring my body to him and begging him to take me.
“Every day since the night you kissed me,” I whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I could tell that my answer pleased him.
“I think about you too,” Gabriel murmured. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he took my fingers away from between my thighs. He smiled slowly, his meaning unmistakable. “Every morning in this bed…and every night.”
I bit my lips at the thought of Gabriel pleasuring him in this very spot while thinking about me. I imagined him groaning as he ejaculated all over his hands and abs. I nearly orgasmed just thinking about it.
Gabriel took himself in his fist and pumped once, twice, bringing more glistening precum to the head before he gave in and grabbed a condom from his bedside table.
I whimpered helplessly, knowing what was to come. That sound became a helpless moan when Gabriel positioned himself at my entrance and began rubbing the head of his cock against my slick flesh.
“Oh, god,” I whispered as the blunt thickness pushed past my pussy lips. It pressed up against my inner muscles, and all I could feel was how big he was. He was so hard that I could come just from the insistent pressure pushing at my entrance.
“Shit, baby,” Gabriel growled, every muscle on his bare torso hardening in exertion. The chiseled planes on his arms and stomach stood out harshly in the dim light of the bedroom. “You’re so fucking tight.”
My insides began to clench, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Put it in,” I pleaded.
“Greedy girl.” Gabriel’s eyes grew heavy-lidded as he positioned himself right in the center of my core.
Then in one movement, he gripped my hips and thrust home, burying himself inside me all the way to the hilt.
I cried out in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Shit.” Gabriel gritted, dropping his head beside mine on the pillow. “Lena, I don’t know if I can be gentle. You feel too damn good.”
“I don’t want gentle, I want you.” I eagerly urged him on with a roll of my hips. I was so wet that even the slightest movement of
him inside me was pleasure. “I won’t break, Gabriel. I’m stronger than you think.”
Gabriel lifted his head and gazed down at me with a fierce, almost pained expression.
“Damn right you are,” he said like it was a vow. “You’re the strongest, bravest woman I know, and fuck if I know what I did to deserve you in my bed.”
He began to move again, going slow and watching my face for my reaction. His steady thrusts made it so good for me.
“Yes.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him, letting pleasure take over. “Just like that…”
Gabriel thrust in and out of me, taking me with deep and steady strokes. His thickness filled me so completely, and the pleasure I felt was even better than our first time. It was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. Our bodies were slick with sweat as Gabriel moved with predatory grace, possessing every inch of my body with his.
“Gabriel—” I tipped my face up and Gabriel kissed me, taking my mouth in deep, searching strokes.
I had thought that I was the only one who needed this, but I was wrong. Gabriel needed it just as much as I did.
He kept whispering my name like it was a prayer, one hand gripping my hip and the other cupping my face gently, as if the physical contact would remind him that I was here with him. I welcomed his roughness because I wanted him just as much.
“What are you doing to me?” he breathed when we broke away. His dark eyes were nearly black, stunning with me with how intense they were. “Lena, angel,” he shook his head helplessly. “What are you doing to me?”
I wanted to ask him the same, but my voice only came out as a moan when Gabriel thrust into me hard.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded instead. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt the pleasure taking over my entire body. I felt my climax building, and soon my whole body began to clench.
“I can feel your sweet pussy squeezing me,” Gabriel groaned as he moved.
His forearms were braced on either side of my face, and his bicep muscles were so swollen with tension that they were nearly double their usual size. His cock swelled inside me as well, and I knew instinctively that he was close to coming inside me.
Suddenly the blunt pressure pressed into a spot deep inside me, and pleasure hit me so hard I cried out.
“Oh yes!” I tossed my head helplessly. “Gabriel, I’m comin—” My head fell back as ecstasy seized me, and I screamed out as my climax took over. “Yes, Gabriel, yes!” My whole body arched off the mattress, and my inner muscles gripped onto every inch of him, relishing his hard thickness filling me up.
“Shit.” Gabriel gritted his teeth as he slammed deep into me, letting me milk him for wave after wave of pleasure.
Only after I fell back did he allow himself to take his pleasure. He withdrew from me and slipped the condom off, groaning loudly as he thrust several times into his hand, hard.
Then he yelled, and I felt thick hot ropes of liquid spurting between my thighs and on my stomach. I couldn’t stop watching Gabriel, his handsome face dark with pleasure as he came on my body. It was so raw and sexual, and I knew I would never forget the way he looked.
He collapsed over me, spent, and we lay in each other’s arms for several minutes afterwards to catch our breaths.
“Gabriel…” I licked my lips, feeling more vulnerable than I’d ever been. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For coming after me earlier. I didn’t get to say it just now.”
Gabriel was silent. A faint sheen of sweat covered his tanned skin and his breathing was hard from exertion, but his expression remained inscrutable. I wondered if he heard what I said.
After several moments, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and left the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back a minute later with a damp towel, just like how he did last night. Instead of covering my face in embarrassment, I forced my hands to stay at my side as Gabriel cleaned me up.
It was too silent between us, and I didn’t like it. I wanted Gabriel to say something.
Anything.
The mattress beside me sank down, and a moment later, strong arms drew me against a warm, hard chest. I turned and buried my face into Gabriel’s neck.
A clock’s minute hand ticked softly in the silence, and I idly tapped my finger on Gabriel’s chest in time to the beat, right where his heart was.
I’m safe with you, I thought as my eyelids grew heavy. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
I glanced up to look at Gabriel, expecting to see that he was sleepy too.
Instead, he was staring up at the ceiling with a grim expression on his handsome face. Right before I drifted off, I realized that Gabriel hadn’t said a single word to me after we made love.
The sun was already up by the time I woke the next morning, the rays filtering through the crack in the blackout curtains that Gabriel had drawn shut.
I glanced across the bed, but Gabriel wasn’t with me. Instead I heard a clink of plates and silverware somewhere outside. Curious, I quickly washed up and got dressed. Gabriel had laid out one of his black t-shirts for me, and I tugged it on before venturing out to look for him.
I found Gabriel in the dining room, with a wide spread of food laid out on the table, more than enough to feed the both of us.
“Hey,” Gabriel nodded at me in greeting. “You’re just in time.” His eyes raked down my body, sending heat rushing through me.
I smiled self-consciously, fiddling with the fabric of his t-shirt. It came all the way down to my knees, but the thin cloth did nothing to hide the points of my breasts.
“You ordered breakfast,” I managed, stating the obvious.
“I didn’t know what kind of food you liked,” Gabriel said, ruefully rubbing the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. “So I rang the kitchen for everything that was available. There’s English, Continental and Chinese on the menu today, which one strikes your fancy?”
I almost said “Anything is fine” out of habit to not be a bother, but I knew Gabriel would be patient if I took my time to decide, so I considered it carefully.
“I think…Chinese, please.”
“Cool, that leaves the other two for me.” Gabriel grinned as he helped me into my seat, but his smile seemed to lack its usual shine.
In fact, he looked like he hadn’t slept at all.
I frowned as I watched him take the seat across me. There were dark circles under his eyes, and lines of tension bracketed his mouth. Strips of bandages were wrapped around his wounded knuckles.
“Gabriel,” I began. “Did you—”
“I kept your devices in the study,” Gabriel cut in. “Figured you wouldn’t want them lying around.”
I decided not to push the matter, watching as he took a bite of toast and gulped back a mouthful of juice.
“Are you going to finish all of that?” I joked weakly instead.
Gabriel winked. “Sure. I’m a growing boy.”
He was hardly a boy, and he knew that.
I blushed, trying to be subtle as I took in his bare, muscular torso. Aside from the paparazzi photos, it was my first time seeing him half-dressed under the daylight. Gabriel in the flesh was a lot more alarming. His body was perfectly sculpted, every toned muscle and hard sinew looking like it was carved out of marble.
He was also very comfortable being undressed, lounging across me in only a pair of sweatpants. I had a feeling he would’ve gone nude if I were not here.
I grew even more hot at the thought of Gabriel naked, and took a quick drink of my juice to cool myself.
“I’m going out later,” I said once I corralled my thoughts again. “I’m heading back to the Tattler office to talk to Kelly Rhoades.”
Gabriel frowned, clearly not liking the sound of it. “That bitch who yelled at you and fired you? What for?”
“I’m going to ask her to take my story live. I know,” I added when Gabriel’s frown deepened. “I’m not excited to see her either, but it’s not a bad idea. Kelly may be hard, but at least she won’t back down on this stor
y. She’s tried to take Jacob Kline down before,” I told him, “but it’s impossible to go up against his lawyers without evidence. But now there is. Now we’ve got him. I’ve got him.”
Gabriel didn’t share my enthusiasm. His jaw was tight as he asked, “How long will you be?”
I poked at my dumpling as I thought about it. “If Kelly takes on my story, maybe the whole day? We’ll have to get started right away.”
Gabriel wiped his mouth with a napkin and tossed it on the table. “I’ll have one of Cam’s guys to go with you, and then you’ll come back here right after you talk to her.”
“What do you mean?” I said blankly.
“You can work from my suite.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head, mystified at his sudden overbearing demeanor. “I need to be with the team, this isn’t a regular article we’re putting out. It’s a whole campaign.”
“You’ll give them your evidence,” Gabriel said coolly, “and then you’ll come right back here. What the fuck is the internet for?”
I stared at the man across me, barely recognizing who he was. He was nothing like the Gabriel I knew who always told me that I was brave and strong and could do anything I set my mind to.
“You can’t just make rules for me,” I said, my voice unsteady with bewilderment and anger.
Gabriel’s expression was unreadable.
“I can, and I will,” he said, looking me right in the eye. “I will set as many rules as needed, starting with this. You will not go anywhere without telling me first, and you’ll only step out of here if you have a bodyguard.”
“You can’t do that!” I exclaimed. “Y-you’re not even my boyfriend—”
Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “Fine, then be my girlfriend. It’s settled.”
“It’s not settled!” My mind was racing and my hands were trembling. Confrontations always left me shaken, even more so when it was with someone I trusted. “And even if you were my boyfriend, you can’t just decide my schedule and dictate my life!”
“Watch me.”
“You can’t do this,” I said unsteadily. “I’m not going to j-just sit here like a…like a doll and just obey—”
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