“So you stayed in a bad relationship for four years because the sex was good?” I ask sarcastically. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well it’s the truth. I never loved her, baby. Fuck, I didn’t even like her most of the time we were together. She was just a sure thing and I couldn’t pass up the convenience. I tried to end it several times, but she’d go running to her parents with some sob story, then they’d go to mine and my mom and dad would push me to give the relationship another chance—if you can even call what we had a relationship.”
I’m surprised by this. “You don’t seem like that kind of guy who’d let his family dictate what he does.”
The laugh that he releases holds no humor. “I’m not now, but back then I thought my father could do no wrong. I’d have done anything he told me to. I idolized the man.”
My heart breaks for him as he speaks about his father, the hurt of losing him reflecting so clearly in his sad eyes. I can’t help but reach across the island and place my hand on his.
His palm turns up beneath mine, and Gabriel laces our fingers together. “When he died, I wasn’t in a good place. I had a company to run, my mother to take care of. Everyone was looking to me to keep things afloat. The last thing I could bother to think about was my relationship with Kiersten. Her family was always there, trying to help where they could, consoling my mother…like I said, it as convenient.”
“She just said a lot of things that bothered me, then I saw you two together—”
“I swear,” he interrupts. “When I grabbed her waist it was to push her away.”
“What about when she was touching your face? You were holding her wrists, Gabriel.”
“To pull them off of me. She’s a fucking viper, Marley. She’ll slither in and try to manipulate everything and everyone in order to get what she wants. I made myself very clear that she wasn’t to touch me and she better not even looked at you, or I’d make her life a living hell. And I swear to you, my bella, I’ll do it. If I find out she so much as breathes in your direction, and you don’t like it, I’ll ruin her.”
I believe him. God help me, but I do. But that still doesn’t mean I’m ready to forget everything that’s happened. I’m uneasy with how I’m feeling. Thinking I was going to lose Gabriel hurt more than it should. This thing between us is spiraling out of my control, and I’ve been so captivated by Gabriel that I feel like I’ve lost my way.
“I still think it would be best if I went home. Maybe we need a little space, don’t you think? Our relationship is moving too fast. We need to slow things down a bit.”
When I look at him I don’t see anger or disappointment. What I see is determination. “No.”
Fuck.
“Gabriel,” I say on a sigh.
“I’ve changed my mind, you aren’t going home. You’re staying here until I can fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours.”
“Fine, I’ll just call Carmen to come get me.”
I stand to get my purse when he calls out, “Might be hard to do that, seeing as I have your cell phone. Oh, and before you decide to take the bus, you should know I have your wallet too. Good luck trying to talk your way into a free bus ride.”
Spinning around in frustration, my hands go to my hips as I demand, “Why are you doing this?”
There’s no softness in him as he walks towards me, not a hint of warmth. The Gabriel coming at me now is purely predatory. He’s wearing the same look he had the first time he told me that he always gets what he wants.
“Because you’re mine. You sealed the deal when you admitted it, when you finally let my cock slide into that tight pussy of yours.”
I hate myself for being aroused right now. What’s wrong with me that I get turned on every time Gabriel shows this domineering side?
“You can try and deny it all you want, fight your attraction to me, try and run when things get too intense, but it won’t do you any good. I’ll find you every single time. There’s no getting away, baby. You’re not leaving me.”
I don’t feel a single twinge of panic, not an ounce of worry. When I should be frightened by what he’s saying, I’m dripping wet instead. “Keep fighting with me, Marley, because it’s making me rock hard. It’ll make fucking the fight out of you even sweeter.”
Oh, God. Something’s wrong with me, because right now all I want is for him to do everything he just said. I want him to fuck every ounce of fight right out of me until there’s nothing left.
He can see it. It’s like he knows me better than I know myself. “You want that, don’t you?” he asks once he’s invaded my personal space completely. One hand comes to the back of my neck, holding my head in place so I can’t look anywhere but at him, the other snaking down and unbuttoning my jeans. Without preamble, his hand dives into my panties and makes its way between my thighs, two fingers push into me instantly. My head falls back as I moan his name.
“Yeah, you want that, my bella. You’re fucking drenched just thinking about it.”
“Oh, God,”
Gabriel walks us backwards until my back hits the wall near the kitchen table, causing me to open my eyes. There’s no rationalizing my way out of this, I’m running on basic instinct. His eyes, as gray as the sky during a violent storm, tell me he feels the exact same way. Just as quickly as his hand slid into my pants, it’s gone, creating a feeling of emptiness—longing.
“Take your clothes off. Now.”
Nothing inside of me considers disobeying him. My body yearns to be touched by him, my pussy wet and throbbing, desperate to be fucked by him. As quickly as I can, I step out of my shoes and strip out of everything I’m wearing, throwing it to the floor in a hurry, anxious for what he will do next.
In a flash, Gabriel spins me around and presses me against the wall. His movements are rough and controlling, but he doesn’t hurt me. It’s as if he knows exactly how far he can push me without scaring me. The sound of his zipper fills my ears just seconds before he bends his knees and shifts back up, shoving his cock into me in one brutal thrust. Pleasure and pain course through me as he fucks me harder than he ever has before. A loud sound pulls me out of my lustful haze, and I look down to see Gabriel’s slid one of the table chairs against the wall next to me. Grabbing hold of the back of my knee, he lifts my leg, resting my foot on the cushioned seat. The position spreads me wide open to take him even deeper.
“You’re not leaving me, my bella. Ever. Don’t you get that yet?” His voice is raspy and out of breath. “There’s nowhere you can go where I can’t find you. You belong to me.”
My nipples rub against the wall with every pump of his hips, sending shockwaves directly to my swollen clit. “Everything about you belongs to me. Your body is mine to fuck and tease any way I want. I’ll always make you come, but you’ll come how I want you to. Understand?”
I can’t speak through the gasps and moans coming from my throat, instead I nod my head frantically, conveying that I understand exactly what he’s telling me. Just then, his thrusts begin to slow, and I panic that’s he’s going to stop.
“Shh,” Gabriel sooths. “I know what you need, baby. Better than you do.”
With his hard dick still inside me, Gabriel takes a step back, keeping my hips pinned to his. With my foot still resting on the chair, he’s made it to where I have to bend slightly at the waist in order to support myself against the wall. His thrusts are still hard, but the pace has gotten slower. I rest my palms on the wall and brace myself to keep from falling forward just as one of his hands snakes between my ass cheeks, continuing down until he’s cupping where his body connects with mine, his fingers toying with my clit.
Right then the desire to see him fucking me overcomes me. Bending even further, I look between my legs and watch as his cock, slick with my wetness, tunnels in and out of me. My pussy clenches at what I see, the connection of our bodies is the ultimate turn on.
“You like watching me fuck you?”
“Yes. God, Gabriel. Please.”
“Please what, Marley.”
“Faster. I need you to fuck me faster.”
He grips my hair hard with the hand that isn’t between my thighs and pulls me up a little. “I told you, I know what you need.”
His fingers that were just stroking my clit trail up, through my cheeks, and pause briefly before they being to tease my hole. I feel intense pressure as he presses against it, trying to breach the tight ring of muscles. I try to stand, to move away from his invading finger, but Gabriel doesn’t let up. “Be still, Marley. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I take a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles so that the pressure doesn’t feel so overwhelming. “Brace against the wall, baby.”
I press my palms harder against the wall, making sure I don’t slip, as his free hand snakes back around to toy with my sensitive clit. He presses and circles the tiny bundle of nerves at the same time he begins fucking into me at a faster pace. The pleasure is starting to take over again, making my back arch and pushing my ass against his finger that’s entering me from behind.
That one tiny move ignites a fire inside of me, causing my mouth to fall open on a surprised gasp. My body begins moving on its own, chasing down its release while my mind remains in a fog of lust and desire. With every slam of his hips and every thrust of his finger in my ass, my own body meets his, stroke for erotic stroke.
“That’s it, my bella. Fuck my finger and cock.”
Every nerve ending in my body feel like it’s about to explode as my release builds. “Gabriel, oh, God.”
“That’s it,” he says through clenched teeth, fucking me even harder—faster. “You know you love it, baby.”
“Oh, fuck! Baby, I’m gonna come,” I cry out. “Don’t stop. God, Gabriel, please don’t stop!”
Everything inside of me shatters, breaking with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s so powerful I can’t breathe as I writhe against Gabriel, my pussy and ass squeezing around him. I try to suck in a deep breath at the same time I feel Gabriel’s cock swell.
“Ah, shit!” he shouts out just before he starts to come. I pant his name over and over as we continue to move against each other, dragging each gratifying tremor from our bodies until there’s absolutely nothing left.
My body is so exhausted once we’re done that I can’t move on my own. Gabriel—still sucking in deep breaths—slowly pulls his finger from me at the same time he slides his cock out. He helps me lower my foot from its propped position on the chair before picking me up and carrying me out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” I ask sleepily, having had him do exactly as he promised. Gabriel just effectively fucked the fight right out of me.
“To bed.” The corner of his mouth twitches and he arches one brow, “Unless I need to prove my point again?”
“I’m afraid if you do that, you might kill me. I can’t move as it is.”
We get to his bedroom and he throws back the covers before slowly lowering me onto his soft, fluffy mattress. “I need to take a shower,” I protest as he strips naked and climbs in next to me, wrapping me in his arms.
“No shower.”
“But I’m all sweaty and…sticky,” I flush with embarrassment at having to admit that.
“That’s precisely why you aren’t taking a shower,” he says, nuzzling my neck as he pulls my back firmly to his chest. “I want you sleeping with my come on you and inside you. I want you to wake up tomorrow morning and remember exactly who you belong to.”
“So you basically marked me then?”
“And I’ll continue to mark you, over and over, until I’ve made my point if that’s what it takes.”
“And what point is that?”
“That you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
I’d say, after that round in the kitchen, I think I read him loud and clear.
***
Lifting my arms over my head and pointing my toes, I stretch my body and release a contented sigh, reveling in how amazing the pull of my tired, achy muscles feels. Gabriel was relentless last night. After the kitchen scene, he took me back to his bedroom and proceeded to worship every single inch of my body with his. I’m no longer concerned that I may be falling for him, I have to accept it as fact now. I’m not falling for him. I’ve already fallen. The no turning back or protecting my heart, head over heels kind of love.
Am I scared? I’m absolutely fucking terrified, but I have to accept it, because if I don’t, I think I might just drive myself completely insane. Fighting him this whole time has been physically and emotionally exhausting. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired in my life. And he was clear as crystal last night. No matter how many barriers I put between us, or how far I try to run, he isn’t letting me go. I can continue to wear myself out battling him, or stop and finally allow myself to enjoy being with him.
I choose the latter, even though doing so means I’ll have to reveal everything from my past. Finally admitting to myself that I’ve fallen in love with Gabriel means my time has officially run out. I have to tell him the truth. I have to tell him everything. And that just may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
My hand slides across the bed in search of his warm body, but all I feel are the cool sheets, indicating that he’s been gone for a while.
Wrapping the sheet around my naked body, I climb out of the bed and pad across the chilled floor towards the bathroom in search of him. The bathroom is dark, no signs of Gabriel anywhere. When I turn back to the bed, I notice a folded piece of paper propped up on the nightstand. Grabbing it, I unfold it and begin reading. The handwriting just as precise and controlled as the man it belongs to.
My bella,
I have some work to take care of this morning.
You looked so peaceful in my bed, I didn’t want to wake you.
Jane left breakfast and coffee in the kitchen. I’ll be back soon.
Make yourself at home and try not to be too difficult.
~GB.
A quick look at the clock shows it’s only a quarter after eight, meaning I’ll probably have a few hours to myself. I’m thankful for the time alone, hopefully I’ll be able to come to grips with the epiphany I had this morning.
Slipping into Gabriel’s discarded button down shirt, I head for the kitchen, immediately grateful for Jane when the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee hits me. The breakfast consists of French toast, link sausage, and sliced fruit. I load my plate down with enough food to feed a pubescent teenage boy, knowing I’ll devour every delicious morsel.
I’m comfortably full and properly caffeinated thirty minutes later, and grab my cell, deciding to call Carmen to check in. Maybe she can help me sort through my revelation about mine and Gabriel’s relationship.
“’Lo,” Carmen’s tired voice comes through the line when she finally answers after the third ring.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” I respond with too much enthusiasm, enjoying every second, knowing it’ll just piss her off even more.
“Fuck off, morning person. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
I look at the clock over the stove and pull my leg up to my chest. “Yeah, it’s almost nine.”
“That’s too fucking early. Someone better be lying dead in a ditch somewhere, or I’m gonna kick your ass.”
I roll my eyes at her dramatics even though she can’t see me. “No ditches, but I need you to wake your cranky ass up. I’m officially implementing girl talk.”
A loud bang comes through the phone seconds before Carmen’s voice, “Sorry, dropped the phone in shock. You’re implementing girl talk? Holy fuck!”
“You don’t need to be an ass about it. I can always call Matty instead, you know. Gay guys are just as good at girl talk as girls are.”
“No, no! Don’t do that. I’m here! I’m just surprised, is all. You’re always so closed off, I never expected you to actually talk to me, you know?”
Guilt settles in the pit of my stomach. Carmen’s been more tha
n a friend to me these last few years. She and Matt have been my family. They’ve always been supportive and I’ve kept them at a distance this whole time. “I’ve been a shitty friend,” I mumble more to myself than to her.
“No you haven’t,” she insists. “You just have some personal demons. Matt and I understand. And like I’ve told you before, you’re worth it.”
I take a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before finally releasing it. “I love you. You know that?”
“I do,” Carmen’s voice a soft whisper. “And I love you too.” She speaks again after clearing her throat. “All right, so let’s get this girl talk shit started! What’s on your mind, babe?”
“I’minlovewithGabriel,” I blurt out as fast as I can, knowing I just open the floodgates.”
“What?” She shrieks into my ear. “When in the ever loving hell did that happen?”
“This morning…well, before that actually. I know I’ve been falling for him for a while now. But I only really came to the realization this morning that I can’t get any further down. I’m already there.”
“Honey, I have to ask…have you at least had sex with him yet?”
Oh that’s right. I haven’t told Carmen that little nugget of information. “Uh, yeah. A lot, actually.”
And queue high pitched girly scream. “Are you fucking serious right now! And I’m just now hearing about it?”
“Sorry,” I reply pathetically, not knowing what else to say.
“Ugh, whatever. Its fine, I guess. But don’t think you’re getting out of giving me all the deliciously juicy details later. I want to know what that dude’s packin’ in those designer slacks of his.”
There’s rustling around on the other end of the phone, and muffled voices like Carmen has her hand over the speaker. “Car?”
“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry about that.”
“What was all that noise?”
“Nothing,” she says nonchalantly.
I hear a masculine, “I got your nothin’,” come through the phone, followed by Carmen’s shrill squeal and giggles, then “Stopstopstop!”
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