I let out a pathetic whimper. “I don’t understand. You’re only a man. Who gives a flying fuck if you lust for me? You can have me! Whatever this cult thing is…if somehow it’s not a lie, let it go. Because if they’re telling you that what we have is wrong, well, fuck ‘em.”
“If only it were that easy, Mel Bell.”
There was something else holding him back. Something big. And it hurt that he wouldn’t tell me.
“You’re hiding something from me. I’m not a fucking idiot. But whatever it is, it’s a pathetic excuse for not being with the woman you claim to love, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Then make me.”
“I can’t.”
We were going around in circles. My whole body was hurting, but especially my chest, which felt like someone had dropped an anvil on it, Wile E. Coyote style.
“So that’s it then? You won’t touch me again? I just told you, I’m yours. I love you, Gabe. You can have every part of me. My heart, my soul, my pussy. It’s all yours.”
His cock grew hard in his slacks. Helikedit when I said I’m his.
“I want to be yours, Gabriel. I want you to fuck me again like you did when those guys almost took me from you. I want you to spill yourself into me again and again so no man can ever mistake me as being anyone else’s.”
“Stop it.”
“Maybe you should stop the car. What’s stopping you from pulling over right now? It’s dark out; no one will see. You can bend me over the hood and spread my cheeks apart and see all that is yours, bathed in moonlight.”
I reached over and pressed my hand to the hard length in his pants. He released a small moan that he tried to bite back but failed. I caressed his cock in a firm grip, rubbing it slowly. Teasing. Torturing me.
“Melanie…” he whispered. There was a hint of desperation lacing his tone like he was almost begging me to stop. But he didn’t want me to stop. We both knew it. He arched his hips up to rub against my hand, and his breathing became shallow and ragged.
“Don’t you want to bury yourself in me again? Didn’t I feel good, wrapped around you?”
He let loose a guttural growl and jerked the car over onto the shoulder of the road, cutting the engine. His eyes blazed with something I’d never seen before, something feral, powerful.
Something dangerous.
Something secret.
“Mel, get your hand off my dick,” he ordered. Authority spewed from the words that stung like poison. The cloud cover had broken just enough so that a sliver of moonlight split into the car, illuminating his penetrating orbs that flashed with warning.
I shivered and snapped my hand back. “I don’t understand why we can’t be together.”
“We are together,” he said stiffly.
“Don’t patronize me, you know what I mean.”
“Because it’s forbidden. It’s why I haven’t touched you before. It’s been hard for me to not succumb to…” He faltered. “Male urges. Tonight, I failed.”
“What do you meanforbidden?” Were we still on this religious cult crap? “Who forbids it? God?” The name came out, mostly as a joke, but by the way Gabriel’s eye twitches, I knew I’d hit the money.
“Yeah, or something like that.”
Man. I almost believed this whole religious shtick Gabe was going with. And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. The closest he’d ever come to religion was the Judas Priest t-shirt he wore from time to time, and somehow I didn’t think that really counted.
He said nothing, his mouth pressed into a hard line. So much emotion churned behind his eyes like he was desperate to spill his secrets but afraid to.
“Is it really because you’re not supposed to be with me? Or it is just because I’m not good enough for you?”
“It’s not that you aren’t good enough for me, Mel. You’retoogood. You think I’m someone I’m not.”
