Always Been Mine

by Victoria Paige

  His face hardened perceptively. “I wasn’t being a jerk at all. You need to be able to tell the difference when your man is being a jerk or when he’s giving a damn. Because, babe, if I’m not reacting when other men have their paws on you, you should be worried.”

  He was right, but Beatrice still had her jaw set stubbornly, her arms crossed over her chest. Gabe stepped into her space, his arms circling around her and pressing fully into her. His mouth lowered to her ear. “You’ve given me an in, babe. I’m not getting out. So you can scream and protest as much as you want. Tongue-fucking you and you sucking me off ain’t enough anymore. I’ve given you plenty of time to get used to being back with me.”

  “What are you saying?”

  Gabe backed her against the center island and spun her around, bending her over the edge. Beatrice felt her heart pound against her breastbone in . . . anticipation? There was a twitch between her legs and her panties were already damp. Gabe’s crotch hit her ass—he was already hard.

  “Gabe,” she hissed weakly in protest.

  “Shut up!” He growled in her ear as he bent over her. His hands shoved her skirt up. She got wetter. “That attitude is sexy, and it makes me hard as hell. But it’s only because I can’t wait to fuck it out of you.” His hands fisted her panties and ripped them off.

  Beatrice tried to lever up. “Gabe, damn it, that’s an expensive—” He pushed her down and started rubbing his erection against her.

  “I’ll buy you more,” he groaned. He worked his fingers inside her and started stroking in and out. Beatrice writhed underneath him, her climax building as his fingers hammered inside her. She was on the brink when she vaguely felt his hand between them working his fly.

  She felt the blunt head of his cock at her slick entrance. Without another warning, Gabe slammed his cock deep inside her. She moaned as he filled and stretched her to her limit.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered raggedly, still holding her down with his upper body while flexing his hips and thrusting his cock inside her like a battering ram. He relentlessly pounded her into the kitchen island. She was reaching a new height with this joining, not having felt this connection the past two times they’d had sex. This time it was with the security of commitment, and this warmed her over until he pulled out.

  His weight left her and she was flipped around, her legs hit his shoulders and his mouth was on her, feasting on her pussy. The wildness of how he devoured her had her exploding in unending pulsating sensations. She must have screamed or cried; she didn’t know anymore.

  Just when she thought she was cresting on her pleasure, he lifted her and before she knew it, her back crashed against the wall and he was deep inside her once again. Hammering her hard, his cock was driving deep into her womb; she felt some pain mixed with pleasure.

  “Am I hurting you?” Gabe grunted, not letting up on the pistoning of his hips.

  Does it hurt?

  “Beatrice?” The intensity in his eyes seared into hers.

  She moaned low; she wanted everything, the pleasure, the pain. All of it. “Harder, Gabe. Make me yours.”

  Her words snapped whatever control he had. She heard a growl, almost inhuman in its utterance, as he canted his hips, shifted her in his arms and pounded deeper. They were banging hard against the wall; she’d probably have bruises on her back tomorrow, but it felt too delicious to care about that right now.

  “Oh, God, harder!” she cried when it hit her. The incandescent release shook her entire body, curling her toes as she arched away from him. Her pussy closed down on him and clenched his cock in a silken fist.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” Gabe roared, turning rigid with his climax, his fingers gripping her tighter. His face hit the curve of her throat; rivulets of sweat hit her as a warmth cloaked her body. They sank to the floor together with her cradled on his lap. She realized, save for her missing underwear, they were still fully clothed.

  “That . . . was good,” Beatrice murmured. Gabe had been nuzzling her neck, nipping her skin playfully.

  He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Good? If you’d screamed any louder, you would need new windows. Fucking incredible was what that was.”

  Beatrice giggled. God, she had been a giggling ninny lately. She buried her face in his chest as she inhaled the pure masculine scent of him.

  “I didn’t use a condom,” Gabe said.

  “I’m protected and I’m clean.”

  “That’s good.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not sure what you mean.”

  “It means we’re skipping condoms from now on,” Gabe said. “That’s what I mean.”

  “You’re getting bossy, mister.” Beatrice poked a finger at his chest.

  “Time to lay down the law, babe.”

  “Excuse me?” Beatrice retorted.

  Gabe eyed her intently. “I feel a discussion coming. I’d like to get off this floor because my ass is killing me.”

  Beatrice slid off him, and with her skirt hitched up, crawling on all fours to get up, her bare ass was like waving a red flag at a bull.

  She was attacked from behind, her hips yanked back, Gabe behind her already working his stiff cock into her. He bent over her and whispered, “Discussions can wait, my dick can’t.”

  He fucked her hard on the floor.

  *****

  Gabe sat back against the headboard, his eyes lazily following Beatrice around while she packed some clothes in her suitcase. He’d finally fucked her in every sense of the word. They had been circling around the sex thing for weeks now—had been doing oral the past two weeks—both of them wary to take it further to the next step because the two times they had fucked ended up disastrously. For his part, he was afraid that if she rejected him after the third time, they would be done. He patiently renewed their friendship, their need for each other—and yes, she was right, he wanted to get his hooks into her because hers had always been deeply embedded in him. So deeply interlaced in the fiber of who he was there was no way for him to simply yank her out of his system because she was knit tight in every cell of him.

  Still, it wasn’t enough. He was a possessive son of a bitch, and he wanted more. The fates must be laughing down on him because he had to go and fall in love with possibly the most stubborn and independent woman on the planet.

  “Move in with me,” he stated simply.

  “What?”

  “Move in with me, Beatrice. You know that’s where we’re heading.” Gabe shrugged. “So, just move in with me.”

  “Gabe, you know how excited I was when I scored this condo?” Beatrice unloaded her dirty clothes from the suitcase to the laundry bag. “Prime location in Washington DC.”

  “I bet the annual fees are a killer,” Gabe muttered.

  “Beats renting office space,” Beatrice said. “Now that you’re feeling better, maybe I should—”

  “Stop right there,” Gabe snapped. He got up from his relaxed perch on the bed and walked toward her. “You’re doing it again. Backpedaling. What the fuck do I need to do, huh, Beatrice? Why are you afraid to get close to me?”

  She opened her mouth as if to protest, but shook her head. “I don’t know. I like how you make me feel and it scares me.” Her luminous green eyes locked on his with all honesty. “I’m trying, Gabe. Believe me, I am. Because deep down, I know you’re not going to hurt me again. But I need you to have a life outside of me.”

  “What do you mean?” Gabe glared at her.

  “Threat’s over, right? Ryker is dead. It’s been quiet for over six weeks.” Beatrice sighed. “We need to go through normal. You know what I mean? I don’t want you to be my bodyguard. I was never the target to begin with, you were.”

  “I still don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “I’m asking you to find something else to do besides babysit me.”

  “You’ve done nothing but babysit me for a month in the hospital,” Gabe argued. “Why can’t I do the same for you?”

  “Tha
t’s different and you know it,” Beatrice retorted.

  “Babe, are you worried I’m going to run out of money, be the drifter boyfriend? Because I assure you, I have plenty saved up. I’m not letting you support me.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. That thought never crossed my mind because you’re not that kind of man.”

  He sure wasn’t.

  “I do have a plan once I’m a hundred percent sure you’re out of danger.”

  Beatrice’s eyes lit up. “Oh, what? Are you going to ask Travis for a job?”

  “Fuck, no,” Gabe muttered. “Protecting that body of yours is one thing, but that’s not the type of work I like to do.”

  “Not—”

  “Neither am I doing undercover work ever again—long term ones at least. I’ll probably contract out to security companies that work with the government, engaging in short-duration strike operations.”

  Beatrice didn’t look happy. “Not sure I like the sound of that.”

  Gabe rolled his eyes. “You wanted me to do something else.”

  “There are only a few security companies I trust, BSI being one of them,” Beatrice said. “I don’t want you doing anything risky without someone I trust to have your back.”

  “What do you want me to do, Beatrice?” Gabe asked in exasperation. “You don’t want me to be your bodyguard. You don’t want me to work for security companies other than BSI. Give me something here.”

  “How about private investigation?”

  Gabe’s brow shot up. “That could work. But there’ll be some level of undercover work and confidentiality I can’t share with you.”

  “That’s fine,” Beatrice smiled smugly. “I’ll get you in contact with a friend of mine.”

  Gabe didn’t trust that smile. He’d seen it one too many times whenever she was scheming with Doug. “What does your friend do?”

  “He’s a divorce lawyer.”

  Hell, no.

  “I am not about to sit in a car with an overpriced camera,” Gabe pushed through gritted teeth, “just so I can spy on unfaithful spouses.”

  “I’m telling you, Gabe, that market is red hot in DC.” Beatrice walked up to him and pressed her body against his. “Think about all the perverted politicians you’re going to take down.”

  “You’re joking, right?” She better be. Otherwise, she didn’t know him at all.

  She grinned. “It was worth a shot.”

  She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his arms around her. “You need to trust I’ll find something that you’re going to be comfortable with. I’m not saying it’ll have no level of danger. I’m not saying my whereabouts might be secret. All I’m saying is, I’ll always come back to you.”

  “You can’t promise that, Gabe,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, I can. I did this last time. Took me three fucking years, but I held on to the promise of you, Beatrice. The difference is, I’m not putting you through that unknown again.”

  “I’m wondering, what if I had been married or with someone else?”

  His grip tightened. Beatrice yelped, so he eased up. The thought of her with someone else was triggering a dark part in him. “I’d kill him.”

  Beatrice laughed nervously. “No, really, what would you have done?”

  His eyes must have changed because she frowned at him. “Gabe?”

  No. It’s Dmitry.

  He pulled her close and whispered the warning in her ear. “I will kill to have you.”

  Gabe released her before he frightened her more. He backed away from the room, holding her eyes. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

  *****

  What the hell just happened?

  Goose bumps ran down her back. That was not Gabriel Sullivan. That was not the Gabe she knew. That voice was menacing. Her hands were suddenly clammy, and they were shaking when she folded some clothes into her suitcase.

  I will kill to have you.

  Why didn’t that sound like an empty threat? It certainly didn’t sound like mere alpha-male, chest-thumping posturing.

  It was a warning issued with conviction.

  Beatrice spied her wine by the nightstand and took a heavy sip. In fact, she drained it. Yet, she didn’t want to flee or retreat from him. Behind his dark gimlet eyes was a storm pulling her into its center. There was a yearning for her to be his anchor. His sanctuary?

  She finished packing and rolled the suitcase to the living room. Gabe was sitting on the couch, bent forward, elbows on knees, hands linked.

  He looked up, and Beatrice flinched. His face was hard, harsh even.

  “Don’t,” he rasped, standing up. “I will never hurt you.”

  “I know you won’t,” Beatrice replied levelly.

  “You look frightened.”

  “Frightened, no. Seeing this side of you, though, is unnerving.”

  Gabe gave a short bark of mirthless laughter. “I don’t have a split personality, Beatrice.”

  “I know you don’t.”

  “What exactly do you see?”

  “Ruthlessness.”

  His expression shuttered. “Ruthlessness has always been a part of me. You know that.”

  “I don’t know; it’s just . . . weird, okay?” Her knees went weak so she sat down.

  Finally, his face softened and he crouched in front of her. He captured her knees between his, splaying his hands on her thighs. “You have nothing to fear from me.”

  Beatrice huffed. “It’s not that. You’re just intense.”

  His jaw tightened. He gripped her chin and the ruthless gleam was back in his eyes. “Yes. I’m intense when it comes to you. I’m ruthless when it comes to you. That is never going to change. Deal with it.”

  Beatrice jerked her chin away. “Not helping, Gabe,” she hissed.

  “Babe, I am who I am. In all the time we’ve been together, have I ever given you a reason to fear me?”

  “No.” Even now she was not afraid of him, but she was afraid of what his jealousy, coupled with this cold ruthlessness, could mean to people around her. “Just . . . just control your jealousy, okay? Threatening to kill a hypothetical husband or lover is freaky enough.”

  “I’ll rein it in.” His chilly smile was not reassuring and neither were the words that followed. “Just make sure your male colleagues know their place. In deference to your professional reputation, I’ll try not to act like a psycho boyfriend.”

  “That’ll be appreciated.”

  “Just remember—I have my limits.”

  Shit.

  *****

  “Honey, I’m home.”

  A smile played on Beatrice lips. It had been three days since Gabe finally let her go about her business without shadowing her. Not that he’d been an intrusive bodyguard at all. Despite his imposing presence, he had a way of disappearing and reappearing as needed. It freaked her out sometimes, these Houdini acts, but she knew even if she couldn’t see him, he had his eyes on her constantly.

  Rhino greeted her at the door, and like she and Gabe had discussed, she’d been more firm with the dog, but no less affectionate. She’d admit to bending the rules a bit, and Rhino, being the clever dog, played along. It was like she and Rhino had a little secret all their own.

  Rhino sat obediently this time and waited for Beatrice to give him attention.

  “Hey, boy,” she bent down and rubbed his ears. “Where’s your master?” She straightened and called out. “Gabe?”

  That was when she saw the note.

  Meeting an old buddy for coffee.

  Picking up groceries on the way home.

  Left you a voice message.

  G.

  “Damn it,” Beatrice muttered. She was drained from the last meeting today and forgot to take her phone off silent and check her messages. She did have several missed calls from different numbers and an equal amount of voice mails. She’d check them tonight or tomorrow morning. If they were urgent and business-related, Doug would get a call as well, and so far, none
of the calls were from her assistant.

  Which means . . .

  She could take a leisurely walk around the neighborhood with Rhino. She quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and sneakers and was out the door with an eager German Shepherd at heel. Trotting right beside her as she broke into a slight jog, Rhino snuffled repeatedly in canine contentment.

  Beatrice welcomed the shock of frigid air in her lungs replacing the stale stuffy one rendered from dry-heated office spaces. She loved taking walks in this historic neighborhood with its brick walkways and quaint Victorian row houses. If there was one place that would make her give up her DC condo, it would be a house in Old Town Alexandria.

  A nagging sensation suddenly prickled her skin. She noticed a beat-up car slowing to crawl right beside her. There were two occupants and the way they were watching her trilled the alarms in her head. They were approaching an intersection and her uneasiness escalated. Paranoid or not, she wasn’t tempting fates.

  “Come on, Rhino, let’s head back,” she muttered to him. She turned around and was startled to see a man approaching with menacing eyes intent on her. A white panel van was also slowing down.

  She looked back at the first car. It had parked at the intersection and the passenger stepped out clearly waiting for her to make a move. She was trapped.

  Before she could react, the man in front of her yanked down his ski mask. Rhino immediately went ape-shit and tugged in front of her, growling fiercely. Ski-mask man pulled out a gun and aimed for Rhino.

  “No!” Beatrice screamed as Rhino lunged straight for the man’s gun hand, wrenching the leash from her hold. She heard the muted pop of the silencer, but the shot went wide as Rhino brought the man down.

  Everything happened simultaneously. She was going for Rhino and making a run for it when the side doors of the van flew open and masked men jumped out. Beatrice didn’t waste time counting how many, her intent was getting herself and Rhino out of there.