Wicked Stalker (Captives of the Onyx Brotherhood #1)

Epilogue - one month later

Gabriel

Eve’s body trembles, grinding against the vibrator. She’s naked, face down on the bed, knees spread wide, and hair strewn out in a messy fan. I rub the lubed butt plug against the tight ring of her ass and slide the tip inside.

She squeaks. “Gabriel, please. I don’t—”

“Shhhh. You’ll take what I give you, or…” I use the remote to shut off the tiny vibrator taped to her clit. “You don’t get to come.”

She groans, and it’s music to my ears. My ears, and my cock. I’ve spent the last two days teasing and denying her. She’s really, really desperate.

“But that’s not fair!” A squeaky whine.

“I decide what’s fair. Now, tell me how badly you want this plug in your ass.”

A few beats of silence, and I can’t keep the smile from my face. It’s a good thing she can’t see me, or it’d ruin the mood. Forcing her to talk dirty is my new favorite pastime. I could listen to her faltering attempts all day long.

I give her clit a single, teasing buzz.

“I want you to put the plug in my ass!” She stammers it out, muffled into the blanket.

“Not good enough. More detail.”

She knows what I expect. We’ve been working on it for days. She wriggles, seeking sensation I have no intention of giving her unless she behaves.

“I want…” She visibly steels herself. “I want you to stretch my ass out with the plug.”

God, how the blood rushes to my cock at those words from her sweet mouth. But I can’t resist pushing her harder. “And why is that?”

She hesitates, and I slide the plug in again. We’ve worked up from a tiny size to this one, which is quite wide at its thickest point. I hold it there, fascinated by the way her body stretches, as she lets out a cry.

“I’m still waiting for an answer.” She wriggles, trying to find relief from the stretch but getting nowhere. I lean my weight onto her back to make sure she knows that.

“To get my ass ready for your cock!”

“The right answer at last.” She’s expecting me to show mercy now, but I don’t. I’m naked, and my cock is a rock-hard iron bar, needing release. And I know exactly where I’m going to put it.

“I’d say it’s ready now, wouldn’t you?”

She freezes, body suddenly still. “I don’t think—”

“You don’t need to. It’s my decision.”

I don’t miss the little shiver that runs through her at my words. She might never admit it, but Eve loves being reminded of my power over her. She loves feeling like her body belongs to me .

No more discussion is required. I switch the vibrator down to a low setting—enough to tease, but not enough to push her over the edge—and she moans as the sensation hits. I rub my cock through her soaked pussy, resist the temptation to slide into it, and pull the plug out of her ass.

I begin the slow process of working my way inside her. God, she’s perfection. She writhes and squeaks as I press in, the vibrator taking the edge off. It has to hurt. Her round ass quivers as I hit the halfway point and pause. “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

A muffled half sob is all I get in response. I’m sweating now from the exertion of holding myself back. I can’t go slow much longer. “Beg me, or it’s another two days of denial.”

There's absolutely no way she’ll let that happen. Sure enough, in a breathless voice, she manages, “Please fuck my ass.”

I turn the vibrations up, slam all the way in, and hold there, panting. She feels incredible, and the way she’s squirming against the vibrator is almost enough to make me come right there.

“Again. Make me believe it.” I start to move, first small movements in the tight grip of her ass, gradually building up to proper thrusts. She’s moaning now, close to the edge, and I’m not denying her anymore.

“Please. Please fuck my ass, Gabriel.”

It’s a wild cry, lost in the moment, and this time, I know she means it. “Gladly.”

I pound her in earnest. She yelps with every thrust, her body shaking, and I feel the moment she climaxes. Her body tenses, gripping me even harder, and she lets out a feral cry of satisfaction. I don’t pause, picking up the pace until all that exists for me is Eve, the feel of her around me, her little gasps, and the smell of sweat and hot arousal .

My release hits with savage force, and pleasure scorches me, pumping out and filling Eve’s beautiful ass. As the release fades, a deep, caveman-like satisfaction settles into my bones. Another part of her, conquered. Every bit of her is mine to use.

God. She turns me into a neanderthal, and I’m not even a tiny bit sorry.

She’s still frantically twitching, and I realize the vibrator is going full blast on her overly sensitive clit. Oops. I watch her struggle for a few more seconds before taking pity on her and turning it off. She collapses on the bed, a limp doll drained of all energy, and I kiss her head before pulling out.

She’s had the rough side of me. Now, she gets the gentle one.

I cuddle her for a few minutes, then help her into the shower. At my command, she places her palms on the glass and stays still as I wash her, top to bottom. Once we’re clean, wrapped in fluffy towels, and curled up together on the bed, she glances at me shyly. “I enjoyed that.”

I widen my eyes, pretending horror. “My good girl likes taking a load in her ass?”

I use the crudest language possible, and her reaction doesn’t disappoint. She whacks me with a pillow, face glowing bright red. “Gabriel!”

I laugh, disarm her, and pull her back against me. Sundays with Eve are my favorite day of the week. No work, no socializing. Just the two of us in bed all day. “What do you want for breakfast? We should order—”

My phone rings. Everyone knows not to bother me on a Sunday. I retrieve it, see Seb’s name, and answer. “This had better be important.”

“Get down to main admin. Right now.”

Seb’s serious tone shatters my good mood. “What is it?”

“Jacob. His Ward… Look. Just come. ”

Shit. I’d been so wrapped up in Eve that I’d forgotten Jacob’s Ward is due to arrive today. As with everything in his life, he’s planned it down to the last millisecond. His girl is the perfect submissive, a sweet girl with a miserable life who should find peace and happiness with Jacob at the Compound.

Since my near-death experience, Kendrick declared much tighter rules on leaving the Compound, so Jacob had to rely on the Gilda to perform the capture, something he wasn’t happy about.

Eve looks worried. I start to dress and throw some clothes her way. If there’s been a delay or the capture didn’t follow the exact specifications laid out by Jacob, it’ll have ruined his day.

We reach main admin. The sight that greets me is so unexpected I freeze, blink, and look again to make sure I’m not going crazy.

A woman kneels on the floor, bound hand and foot, with a gag over her mouth. Her hair is a cascade of vivid pink, her eyes icy blue and wide with fury. She struggles against her bonds like a rat in a trap, a muffled tirade pouring from her. I can’t make it out through the gag, but she sounds fucking livid.

Not what I'd been expecting.

Kendrick, Jacob, and the head of the Gilda surround the girl, eyes locked on her. Seb sees us coming and shakes his head. “You’ll never—”

Jacob sees me. The hard lines of his face and the whites of his eyes show a rage I’ve never seen from him. His affable, controlled demeanor is shattered.

He points at the woman. “See this? It’s the wrong girl! They fucked it up, Gabriel. Those fucking morons took the wrong girl!”