“Close your eyes,” I growl.
She complies, and I watch her in the mirror as I shift my grip and peel off my gloves, tossing them to the floor. Once my hand is free, I slide my palm up beneath her tank top, grazing her bare breast.
No fucking bra—again.
I suspected as much, but I couldn’t tell beneath the cardigan. All I’ve thought about is tugging that scrap of fabric down so I could see for myself. Well, that, and sliding my fingers into her pussy to see if she was wet for me today.
“Will you be good and keep your eyes shut?” I ask.
She bites her lip and nods, and I squeeze her breast in warning.
“Use your words, Gabriela.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I release her wrists and pull off my mask. It’s a dangerous game, considering the lack of total darkness, but I suspect she’ll play along. She’s not ready to find out who I am yet.
I grope her beneath her tank top, angling her head back as I press my lips to her exposed throat. I can’t decide if I want to lick or bite her, so I do both.
She gasps, and I groan.
Slipping my hand beneath her skirt, I graze the top of her thigh-high tights that drive me fucking crazy. I snap the band against her skin, palm skimming up her thigh as she shivers. Dipping between her legs, I drag my fingers over the thin barrier of her mesh panties. She’s soaked for me.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this.” My lips brush against her ear.
“You have?”
She sounds like she’s thinking that over too much, so instead of responding, I push her onto her knees and shove her face down as I kneel behind her.
Gliding my hands along the back of her thighs, I peel up her skirt and palm the curves of her ass. Her entire body trembles with anticipation, and I think I’ve created a monster. When I grab hold of her panties and rip them open, she confirms my suspicion with a low, eager moan.
“Look at how fucking pretty you are,” I rasp, drinking in the sight of her bent over and aching for my cock. “The prettiest prey I’ve ever caught.”
Dark lashes flutter against her face as she soaks up my praise, her body melting into my touch.
Slowly, I sink two of my fingers into the warmth of her pussy while I squeeze her hip.
“Still sore, baby?”
“A little.” She moans as I withdraw my fingers and slide them back in, fucking her gently.
“But not too sore to have my cock inside you?”
She shakes her head, then yelps when I smack her ass, the vibrations rippling through her.
Liquid heat soaks into my fingers, reminding me how wet she was for me last night. The sight of my marks all over her inner thighs makes me rabid with territorial possession and a thought I can’t shake.
I’ll never let anyone else have her.
A rough exhalation wrenches from my chest. “What did I say about using your words?”
“I’m not too sore,” she says softly.
I soothe the sting of my slap, massaging the warm flesh beneath my palm as my gaze consumes her.
Her surrender is a temporary balm to the old feelings that today’s events dredged up.
I’m well acquainted with torture—both giving and receiving. There’s no other way to describe being so close to Gabi for years, knowing that she belongs to me, while she remains unaware.
