He comes at me again and this time, I manage to slice his arm, leaving behind a cut. Blood slowly drips down his arm.
Gabriel stops and stares down at his arm in amazement before touching his own blood. His fingers come back red. “You actually managed to cut me. I’m impressed. Not many people can say they have done that and survived.”
“I figured you’re going to kill me after this anyway but I might as well bring you down with me.”
“You’re cute.”
“And you’re an asshole.”
In one quick motion, Gabriel runs forward and grabs my wrist, forcing me to drop the knife. It clatters to the ground. His bloodstained fingers grip my chin, making me look at him.
“I think you were made for me, Susanna.”
I spit right into his face. He only laughs. “I was not made for you.”
“You’re spunky. Not afraid to fight. I like that in a woman. You’re brave.”
“Because I have to be. Because you kidnapped me.”
“Semantics.”
“No. You kidnapped me. That’s the truth.”
“Fine. I did. So then why did you give in to my kiss earlier?” His lips are right above mine.
I open my lips to speak but nothing comes out.
Gabriel’s smirk tells me he’s won. “You don’t hate me as much as you should, do you? You find this sort of exciting. I can tell.” And before I can react, he kisses me again.
And before I know what I’m doing, I give in to the kiss. Again. I can’t seem to stop myself.
Gabriel deepens the kiss as he presses me against the counter. His hands go to my hips and give them a squeeze. It makes a flare of arousal course through me. I can’t stop myself from moaning softly.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “That’s it.”
His fingers shove my dress up around my hips, exposing my lower body. No underwear in the way. He places his hands on my thighs, sending a heat through me. It’s electric. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coursing through me or the fact that I’ve been kidnapped for days now, but I want to kiss Gabriel. I want to feel his touch. I want to know what this is like.
I was expected to wait until marriage because that’s what Alek told me to do. Even though I pined to be my own woman, I stillfollowed the rules. And besides, no man was good enough for me. Every man I had ever met gave me the ick.
So why doesn’t Gabriel? He should make me disgusted. He’s a kidnaper after all. He’s killed a man right before my very eyes. And yet… I don’t want him to stop touching me.
I crave his darkness. He’s the worst for me and for some reason, that doesn’t bother me at all.
Gabriel places his hand right between my legs. It’s the fingers that don’t have blood on them, I notice. Thank God. I don’t need to get any diseases because of him.
He runs his fingers over my nub, making me gasp. I clutch his arms. I’m not sure if it’s to push him away or hold him closer.
Gabriel deepens our kiss even more as he rubs my most intimate area with his palm. I can’t deny the wetness seeping out of me. My body’s instinct. My mind knows better and yet, I don’t find myself stopping him at all.
My hips begin to rise to meet his hand. Bucking against him. It’s embarrassing but I’m too caught up in the moment to care.
Gabriel’s kiss is all consuming. I could sink into it forever. His hand is like magic, knowing exactly how to touch me. I’ve used my hand on me before but it was never like this. Never this powerful. This sexy. This magnetic.
“You like this?” he growls against my lips. I glare back at him but I don’t tell him to stop. He only smirks once more and kisses me with all of his strength. We both know I like this and that I won’t ask him to end it. I need this more than I’m willing to admit.
He rubs me harder and harder. Every touch of his hand between my legs sends a flare of arousal through me. It’s electricity personified.
My hands grip the counter to steady myself as I buck my hips into his hand, needing more and more and more. It’s animalistic. I never thought I would lose myself to a moment likethis. Never thought I would let a man treat me like I’m not even human. But there’s something so sexy about Gabriel that I can’t deny it.
