He would eradicate every man from my past until he was the last one standing.
CHAPTER 33
Filthy Little Plaything
Hunter
The red haze veiling my vision slowly dissipated with each grain of sand trickling through the fictitious hourglass in my mind. I drove us back home, shoulders bunched tight with the last tail end of my anger.
My jaw clenched as I replayed the scene where I went to search for Gabriela, once my conversation with one of my dad’s old friends came to a conclusion.
The only thing on my mind was taking her back to my place so I could make good on every promise. My control started slipping from the moment I saw her in that form-fitting green dress. I wanted to tear it off her body and fuck her all night long—against the wall, on the floor, in my bed—until the world around us blurred to nothingness and we were reduced to the singular feeling of bliss that always erupted when we came together.
I was practically salivating with the need to command her, taste her, ruin her sanity the way she had ruined mine, and counting down the minutes before I could pull Gabriela into my arms again.
Imagine my goddamned surprise at finding her in an empty hallway with her ex-boyfriend.
I prided myself on being level-headed.
But seeing another man kissmyGabriela?
I. Fucking. Lost. It.
The bastard had the gall to touch her like he had every right in the universe and for that reason alone, I wanted to break him. If Gabriela hadn’t stopped me, I wondered if I’d actually have ended the fucker.
The inhale I sucked through my gritted teeth juddered in my chest, barely easing the ache rooted there.
I glanced at Gabriela sitting in the passenger seat, brows knitted into a frown as she furiously typed away on her phone.
Before sliding into my Jag, she’d wiped her lipstick and applied a fresh coat of crimson red, effectively eliminating all traces of Franco’s kiss.
But it wasn’t enough.
The jealous—downright territorial—side of me needed to lay claim on Gabriela. Touch her, kiss her, fuck her in a branding,there’s-no-going-back-from-heretype of way. Until all the men from her past were specks and I was the only thing she saw, felt, and fucking adored.
Before dawn broke over the horizon, I needed to ensure that my treasured obsession realized that I was her everlasting fit.
My flesh, my muscles, my bones, my thrashing heartbeats.
It was all forher.
I was brought into this world, given breath, solely for Gabriela Regina Bellafiore.
A slim finger skimmed over my whitened knuckles in a familiar manner, drawing my attention away from my troubled musings and back towards the center of my universe. “Hunt?”
I didn’t say a word. We were almost home. My body heaved with the anticipation of what was to come.
The blue in Gabriela’s eyes brimmed with vivaciousness. “I texted Josh. He’s going to look into the cameras. See if there’s any evidence of what happened. If there is, he’ll make it disappear. Don’t worry.”
Truthfully, my only concern was beating Franco Morelli to a bloody pulp and nothing could have stopped me. Except for my girl. “I’m not worried, Gabby.”
She bit her bottom lip before licking it. I was going to nibble on that mouth while I fucked her from behind, collaring her throat and seating myself so deep in that pussy she’d forget where we began and where we ended. “Then what are you feeling? I can’t get a read on you and I’m nervous. I want to make sure you’re okay and—”
I cut off her rambling by grabbing her gloved hand, bringing it to my mouth for a kiss, and placing it on my lap. Right where she could feel my weighty erection pushing against my suit pants. I was ready for her. “That’s what I’m feeling, Gabriela.”
“Oh.”
“Once we cross the threshold of my apartment, I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped, my eyes drinking in her beautiful face, the pulse in her neck, and her chest, rising and falling with her breathing. Her tits looked like they were seconds from spilling out of the low neckline of her dress. My mouth watered. My cock hardened further. I nearly veered my car to the side of the empty highway and took her right there. “You know that, don’t you, baby?
