Wicked Stalker (Captives of the Onyx Brotherhood #1)

Sixteen

Gabriel

Jesus Christ.

I was supposed to start slowly. Appear calm and focused. Let my poor girl have some sleep, a shower, and a goddamn meal before introducing her to the reality of life as my fucking sex slave.

But I opened my mouth, words came out, and now she's on her knees, hands clasped in her lap, looking up at me like I'm a deity. Those lips, which I've fantasized about for months, are inches from my cock.

I'm a fucking idiot.

If I don't touch her, I'm going to go insane. I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger and focus on the soft, silky texture of it. I take a deep breath and try to modulate my voice to the stern tone she responds so well to. Calm. Focused. Definitely not moments away from coming in my jeans like a teenager.

“What would you like to know?”

Her forehead creases. She must have millions of questions. What does she think of me right now? I can't begin to imagine.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

My spiral of hair reaches her head. I can’t resist giving it a tug before I release it, just to hear her sharp intake of breath. Then I consider her question. She's behaving so well she deserves a serious answer.

“My full name is Gabriel Sanderson. Until a year ago, I lived near Silicon Valley and worked for one of the best tech firms in the country. Then the Brotherhood approached me, and nothing can compare to what they offer, Eve. Your capture is part of my initiation.”

“How old are you?”

Quicker now, as though she's running through a list. A weird question, though. What does that matter?

“I'm twenty-six.”

She nods slowly. Had she thought I was older? People sometimes do. Maybe she's comforted I'm only a few years her senior.

“The ball. How did you do it? Other students were talking about it. How did you keep them away?”

Another unexpected question. She’s interested in how I pulled off the trick, even given her current circumstances. My girl needs to understand how things work. I file the information away for later.

“The ball did happen, but it started at eight, not six. They’re probably still partying right now.”

“Oh.” Her eyes lose focus for a minute, as if imagining it. Then she steels herself and pushes on. “This Brotherhood. What do they do?”

My hand moves almost of its own accord, tucking her hair behind her ear. On a whim, I trace the edge with the tip of my finger and don't miss the way she stiffens. Is that a sensitive spot for her? Good. I can play with it while we talk .

“It's almost five hundred years old. The original Brotherhood was a group of monks who changed allegiance from God to science. Much the same way you did.”

She frowns but doesn't interrupt.

“They recruit people they believe can make discoveries that will change human history. They give them unlimited resources in return for the ability to direct how the tech is used. Ethical ways. They want to build a better future.”

Now I sound like Kendrick. Her voice is skeptical as she asks, “And all these ethical scientists kidnap women and keep them as slaves?”

It does sound ridiculous, but I've had a long time to come to terms with it. I rub my thumb around the inside of her ear, back and forth. Her breathing picks up, and—oh, holy fucking Christ—her nipples harden.

I hadn't thought it was possible to be more desperate for this girl. I'd been wrong.

I bring my free hand up and trace the edge of the stiff peak. She gasps and pulls back, staring down at my hand. Her cheeks grow pink as she realizes her body is betraying her.

“Don't be embarrassed.” I choose a low, comforting tone. “You like it when I touch you. That's a good thing, because you're mine, and I'm going to touch you every moment I can. Now, do you want to keep talking?”

She takes an unsteady breath. “Yes.”

“Good. Don't pull away from me again.”

Shit, this is cruel of me. I can't seem to stop pushing her. She settles back into position and closes her eyes as I start to tease her nipple.

I force my mind back to her question. A deal is a deal.

“I'm your Patron. You're my Ward. It's an honorable position. Most Wards are highly intelligent women, chosen because they perfectly match their Patron’s needs. It allows us to focus on our work. I'm going to change the world, and you're going to help me.”

“By sucking your…cock?”

“Among other things, yes. But not just the physical side. You'll use your brain, as well as your mouth.”

Her eyes fly open and she glares at me, shaking her head with small, jerky movements. “But what about my life? I don't want to be your slave. What about me?”

The edge of hysteria grates on my ears. I need to distract her. “Have you heard of Jacob West?”

It works. Her panicked breathing settles, and her eyes focus. “What?”

“Jacob West. Have you heard of him?”

“I mean, yes, of course, but I don't see…”

“He's a Brother. The big guy back in the cabin? That's him. He's one of my best friends. Once you're trained and can move around the Compound freely, you can work with him if you want. He's deep into longevity studies at the moment, telomere research. He believes humans can live well past a century.”

She gapes at me, and I take the opportunity to resume teasing her nipples. She glances down at my hands but doesn't pull away, too interested in the conversation.

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. This isn't going to be a lifetime of miserable servitude. Your skills will be valued here. All of them.”

She falls into silence. I've given her something to think about. While I wait, I draw circles around her nipples, tighter and tighter until I reach the peaks. Then I give them a gentle pinch. A sound slips out of her throat, shocked but with the needy undertone I recognize. It goes right to my cock.

“You said you'd mark me, before. What did you mean?”

An abrupt change of topic. She's gathering information while she can. Smart. “There's going to be a ceremony in two weeks. You'll have to do certain things, and you'll receive a tattoo of my choosing. It marks you as mine.”

“What things? What tattoo?”

I smile, picturing it. I can't wait. Studying her body, I imagine what else I can do to it. She’d look amazing with pierced nipples. I might just do that once we get the initiation out of the way.

I pick up her wrist and turn it upright, running a finger over the underside. “Right here. I want you to see it all the time. A playing card. You get to pick which one.”

That’s all she needs to know for now. No point in scaring her too much. As I'd hoped, the playing card is enough to distract her.

“A card…” Her gaze sharpens. “The cards you gave me. I’ve never seen anything like them. How do they work?”

If I hadn’t already decided she was perfect for me, that question would have convinced me. On her knees, naked, and still, she’s curious.

I rub the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. The skin is so, so soft. I need those lips around my cock. It’s almost gone past wanting, to something deep and physical. I don’t think I can hold back much longer, but I just fucking promised her I wouldn’t make her do that yet. I can’t be a liar.

But there’s no way I can sleep in this state, either.

“I’ll show you tomorrow if you behave. I like to use my research in my magic act. The levitation trick is another of my inventions.” Too many damn words. I snap my mouth shut. Dinner out, I’d promised her, if she behaves. A new idea takes root, and I grasp on to it with the strength of a drowning man .

“Why me?” She interrupts my chain of thought with a softly spoken question. “There are a million women out there. Some of them might want this. Why me?”

The same question I tortured myself with night after night until I finally gave in and accepted the truth. I go back to playing with her nipples, and this time, she doesn’t pull back. The points are still hard, and they have to be aching as I tease them. Good. The more worked up she is, the easier the next part will be on her.

“I’ve been watching you since the day after the magic show. Cameras everywhere in your house. Full oversight of your phone.”

If this revelation is news to her, she doesn’t show it. She probably already suspected as much.

“You drew me in as soon as I met you. But when I learned more about you…” I break off and shake my head. “I knew. You’re made to be mine. No one else will do. I’ve waited months for you.”

The soft feel of her skin under my hands. The glassy sheen in her eyes. The way she squirms but tries to hide it. All of it piles together into pure desperation.

“I can’t wait any more. If you’re a good girl and do what I say, I’ll take you to breakfast tomorrow. Breakfast, and a tour of my lab.”

I wasn’t supposed to take her out of my room for days, but all of a sudden, I want to. I want to show off everything I’ve achieved here and everything she can do. I want to put a collar on her and show everyone in this fucking place that she belongs to me. And I want to give her a gift to offset how much I’m about to upset her .

“What do you want me to do?” Her eyes lit up at the mention of escaping the room, but there’s a strong, wary undercurrent to her words. As well there might be.

“Just open your mouth for me. That’s all.”

She tries to jerk back, but I anticipate her, pinching her nipples when she tries. The jerk only pulls on them, and she cries out. Her hands come up and claw at mine, but I don’t let go. “Stay still. Can you do that?”

I pinch harder, and she whimpers before whining, “Yes!”

Slowly, I loosen my fingers, and her chest heaves. She looks up at me, green eyes hooded and full of betrayal. “You said not tonight.”

“I know I did. I’m not going to make you do any work.” She watches with a sort of horrified fascination as I unzip my jeans and groan at the release of pressure on my straining cock.

“There’s a really important rule you need to know about, though.”

While she’s distracted by my cock, I reach out and grab her hair, pulling it tight. She twists in my grip and only succeeds in hurting herself, judging by her yelp.

“That rule is, ‘Not a drop wasted.’ Can you guess what that means?”

She mumbles something incoherent as I pull her closer and rub the tip of my cock over her lips. God, it feels every bit as amazing as I thought it would. More. Infinitely more. And she hasn’t even obeyed my instruction yet.

“From now on, you’re in charge of every drop of my come. It goes in your pussy, your ass, or that mouth of yours.” I tap my cock on her lips to emphasize the point and start to pump myself. “If any spills, I expect you to clean it up. You can lick it off the floor if you have to, though I wouldn’t recommend it. ”

She has no idea how many times I’ve pictured that exact scenario. She’s going to lick it off mirrors for me. Off polished floors. She’s going to know the taste better than her own name. For now, though, I’d sell everything I’ve ever owned just for her to open her fucking mouth.

“So, you have two choices.” My hand speeds up, grip tightening. Her gaze darts round, searching for a way out. I’m an asshole. I’m an evil fucking asshole, and she’s going to hate me. I still can’t stop. “Open up, or deal with a very messy clean-up process. What’s it going to be?”

“Screw you.”

I should chastise her, but I can't force myself to focus any more. I gasp as my pleasure builds.

“Last chance.” I position the head of my cock right at Eve's lips. She makes one last attempt to pull away, then stares at me and opens her mouth.

She opens her fucking mouth.

I slide the head of my cock inside, feel just an instant of warm, wet heaven, then erupt into her. A deep twist of pleasure, wrapped in absolute satisfaction, surges through me as my come fills her mouth.

She stares at me, eyes wide as though she has no idea what to do, as a thin line white line dribbles out of the corner of her mouth. I wipe it with my finger and smear it on her bottom lip as I pull my cock free and push her mouth closed.

“Now you swallow.”