“I did no such thing. You fucked my wife. You deserve to pay for that.”
“Probably I do. But you touched my wife, George, after I made it very clear to you to never touch her again. You just couldn’t listen, could you?”
“She’s just your plaything. It’s what you said!”
“She’s my wife!” Gabriel roars right before he kicks George in the face, knocking him over. Blood spurts out of George’s nose.
Gabriel wraps his hands around George’s neck and gives it a snap. I gasp when I see George’s body go limp as he slumps to the ground. That doesn’t stop Gabriel though. He continues to kick and punch George’s body over and over again.
I can only watch in horror. It’s a terrifying sight and yet… Gabriel protected me from George. I wouldn’t be in danger if not for Gabriel though. It’s all so confusing.
“He’s dead,” I gasp out. “He’s dead.”
That gets Gabriel to stop. The sight of him breathing heavy, covered in blood and sweat, is a terrifying sight. But in the haunting moonlight, he’s also never looked more handsome.
Gabriel kneels on the ground, grabbing my waist. I hold still. “He was not allowed to touch you.”
“I know. I know. I didn’t want him to.” For some strange reason, I bring my hand to Gabriel’s face… right over his scar. He flinches for a moment before leaning into my touch. “You saved me from him. Thank you… for that.”
“You are mine, Aurora. I have made that very clear.”
“You’ve kept your distance for days. Why?”
He doesn’t respond as he gazes into my eyes.
“Is it because of what I saw?” I whisper.
“What did you see?”
“Your… panic attack. That’s what it looked like.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“So then tell me.” I sound the most desperate I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Gabriel pushes my dress around my waist, exposing my underwear. “He saw you like this. He was going to fuck you. Rape you.”
“But you stopped him.”
“Would you stop me if I touched you?” His fingers find the edge of my panties. “If I pulled this thin piece of fabric down and fucked you how I wanted?”
I swallow hard. A sudden flare of arousal hits me. Why does my body respond to Gabriel like this? None of it makes any sense.
“I need to see you,” he growls, pulling my panties down. I gaps when the cool air hits my skin. “You’re bare.”
“I… shave,” I whisper.
He grips each of my thighs and spreads my legs wider. And I don’t stop him. Maybe it’s a combination of fear but I also can’t deny the wetness seeping out of me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Gabriel,” I gasp. My hands slam against the ground, catching myself before I can fall backwards.
He gazes down at my most intimate area. “I could touch you right now. Eat you out. And you would let me, wouldn’t you?”
I can’t say a word.
He brings his face to my inner thigh, inhaling deeply. “You’re wet for me. I can see it. Are you wet for me, Aurora? I thought you were a good girl.”
“I am,” I whisper.
