“I’m at your mercy.” Thrusting deep, he hits my g-spot.
“Ah!” My eyes roll back in my head as he works my body with precision. It’s insane how he knows exactly what I need.
Grinding against my clit over and over, he fills me with his thick cock, and I take every inch of him. The orgasm is building and I’m fighting to hang on. “Come with me, Gabriel. I want us to come together.”
His grunt tells me he’s on the edge. He circles his hips, and I can’t hold back any longer. My pussy contracts around his cock so hard it’s almost painful.
“Fuck!” He roars, burying himself to the hilt as he fills me with his cum.
Screaming his name, my orgasm hits with the strength of a storm. A storm that matches what I see in his eyes. Gabriel is a force to be reckoned with. He’s a gentleman, but he’s also protective and I sense a beast simmering just below the surface.
My beast.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and nipping my sensitive skin. We stay like this for what seems like hours, content and quiet. He leans to the side, reaching for something on the nightstand. He unlocks the handcuffs, examining my wrists closely, rubbing the feeling back into my arms. I glance at the red marks where they cut into my skin. Our eyes meet and the concern on his face squeezes my heart.
“I’m okay.” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I’m sorry, baby. Am I a sick bastard if I like it?”
Giggling, I wrap my arms around his neck. “If you are, then I’m sick, too.”
He slides his arms underneath me, pinning me against him. “I don’t want you to worry, Brooke. I don’t usually lose my temper.”
Smiling softly, I run my fingers through his unruly hair. “I’m not worried.”
We lie there in silence as he holds me while I stroke his hair. You’d think his large body would crush me, but it’s comforting.
Shifting his weight to the side, his breathing slows, and he drifts off to sleep. Tired from all the orgasms I’ve received in just a few short hours, I let sleep take me, too.
I wake up a few hours later to a warm hand caressing my cheek. Opening my eyes, Gabe’s watching me, a smile playing across his lips.
Raising my arms, I stretch my body. “Hi.”
“Hi, beautiful. I’ve made us a late lunch if you’re interested.” His hand stills on my cheek as he bends to kiss me.
“I’m very interested.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss.
Groaning as he pulls away, he pinches my hip playfully. “Behave or I’ll have to spank your pretty little ass.”
My body comes alive with the delicious threat. I’ve never been spanked before, but the idea of Gabe doing it sends my pulse racing. The slickness between my legs returns and my skin flushes.
He smirks, sensing my thoughts. “You’re trouble. Get your sexy ass up and come eat.”
Standing from the bed, he brings me with him in a tight embrace. He breathes deeply, nuzzling his face into my hair. I could get used to this. After a few moments, he takes my hand, and I follow him to the kitchen where he’s made two largegrilled chicken salads for us.
My stomach growls. “This looks great. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, angel. What would you like to do after we eat?” He takes a bite of salad and his phone rings.
His face hardens when he glances at the screen. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
Nodding at him, he answers the call. “Eric.”
Casually listening as I continue to eat, a man’s voice comes through the line. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but it’s not good if Gabe’s face is anything to go by.
“Keep tabs on him. I want to know what he’s doing at all times.” He ends the call, tossing his phone on the table.
“Is everything okay?” I don’t want to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, but I’m curious.
