Chapter 20 - Gabriel
Iwalk in and quietly shut the door, my arms outstretched, holding my gun ready for whatever may come. I scan the kitchen and see no signs of life. I walk stealthily toward the living room. I turn the corner, my gun leading the way.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Sofia screams.
I notice she briefly reaches to the side of her waist where a gun might be.
Why would she do that?
"Holy shit, Gabriel, what the hell are you doing?"
I lower my gun. My body is overwhelmed with emotions. I feel such a sense of relief to see her alive. She's standing there wearing headphones, a gray sports bra, and black yoga pants. She's covered in sweat, and I can tell she's just finished working out.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I demand, my emotions lashing out at the cause of my worry.
"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"
"I... just... fuck," I say and put my gun away. I can't formulate words. I can't think straight. Thinking she might have been dead was just unfathomable.
I walk forward and kiss her with everything I have. Her body is stiff, but as I embrace her, I feel her relax and mold into me.
"Okay, wait. What is going on? Why did you come in with a gun?"
"It doesn't—"
"Gabriel, tell me. Is everything alright?"
"Let's sit," I say and motion to the couch.
"Luca called me. The Russians attacked us tonight. Five dead. Luca sent people here, but you were gone. We thought—I thought—something happened to you. Maybe they took you or something."
She looks at me, confused. "Why would they take me?"
"Well, they killed three women tonight. Two were mistresses, so when you weren't here..."
She leans back against the couch. I can tell it's all settling in, and she's starting to connect the dots.
I rub her leg. "Tell me, Bella, where were you?"
"You won't get mad?"
"Mad? No, you're here. You're safe."
"Okay, and Hector won't get in trouble?"
"Who the fuck is Hector?"
"The bellhop or room service guy—he's both of those things depending on the day, I guess."
"Tell me."
Sofia stands and paces.
"I get so tired just sitting in this damn room all day.
Hector has brought me my meals since I arrived here, and he's become a sort of friend.
He lets me out so I can go use the gym downstairs a few times a week.
Please," she says and stops to look directly at me, "Promise me he won't get in trouble. "
I'm so relieved that she's alive, I could care less about anything but her standing here now.
"He'll be alright."
"So now what?" she asks me.
"Now," I stand and wrap my arms around her, "I'm going to stay here for a while."
I hold her and look into her eyes. I see her blush and turn red.
"Sorry," she says.
"Sorry for what?"
"Well, one, for scaring you. Though it is nice to know that if something were to happen to me, you'd come."
I smirk. "I protect what's mine," I say and rub her face.
"And two, I'm very sweaty."
"I kind of like it," I say and kiss her neck, tasting her saltiness and inhaling her scent.
She rolls her eyes and laughs. "Come shower with me," she says, grabbing my hand.
Sofia leads me toward the bathroom. I take out my phone and text Luca:
Wrong intel. She's here safe. Will stay for a bit to make sure all is ok. Call in the morning.
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and focus on Sofia. As I follow her, my eyes trace the curve of her ass and hips, the way her damp hair clings to her neck.
We stop outside the massive walk-in shower, and Sofia turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to appear on the glass.
She turns to face me, and without a word, pulls her sports bra over her head. My cock stirs as I see her breasts exposed.
She's perfect. They're perfect.
Her pink nipples are hard, and my mouth waters as I take in the sight of her and my desire to suck on them.
I lick my lips, and she smiles.
Without looking away from me, she removes her yoga pants and underwear in one motion and stands naked.
With a delicious, tempting smile, she turns and enters the shower, leaving me yearning to be with her.
I remove my clothing as quickly as possible. I've never wanted to be pressed up against a naked woman so badly before.
I step into the large shower, and the hot water cascades down over our bodies. I pull her close, feeling her slick skin against mine. She gasps as she feels my arousal press up against her.
Still without speaking, she grabs body wash, opens it, and turns it over. She waits for me to cup my hands, and once I do, she squeezes the soap out.
She then turns, tossing her hair over her right shoulder.
I pick up what she's asking, so I rub my hands together and slide them up her back and over her shoulders. The suds start to cover her body. I reach around and caress her breasts and slide down her stomach, covering her in soap.
It's such an erotic sensation that I have to move slightly back as my cock is rock hard.
She takes my movement as an invitation to move under the water and wash away the soap. She turns to look at me, and I see her eyes drop down to my pulsating penis.
She bites her lip as her hands glide across my chest, outlining my pecs and working her way down.
She wraps her hands around my shaft and gently strokes as she gazes up into my eyes.
A feeling rages within me, and I slowly move my hips back and forth, my animal instincts taking over, and my desire to fuck her intensifying.
After a few moments of stroking me, she places a hand on my chest and pushes me back until I rest against the glass wall.
Slowly, she drops to her knees.
She runs her tongue along my shaft, licking every inch of me and sending a fire through my veins.
She wraps her lips around my shaft and begins to suck gently. I can't help but moan with pleasure. I love the feel of my hard cock in her mouth. The way she uses her tongue as she sucks makes my desire to come deep in her throat enter my mind.
I take a fistful of her wet hair and guide her head as she goes back and forth, sucking passionately.
My grip on her hair tightens, and I groan, unable to hold back, and thrust forward. Every lick of her tongue sends jolts of pleasure through my body.
She looks up at me with seductive eyes as she takes me deeper into her mouth. Her hands explore my body, teasing me with feather-light touches that leave my skin tingling.
My overwhelming desire to possess her completely overtakes me, and I want nothing more than to be inside her.
I struggle to maintain control. I don't want this moment to end, but I know I can't hold back much longer. While the thought of coming in her mouth is tempting, I want to satisfy her. I want to hold her and feel her tightness around my cock as she climaxes.
I pull her hair back and shift my hips away at the same time, sliding myself out of her mouth and forcing her to look up at me.
I give her hair a little tug, and she knows to stand. I turn her to face the wall and pin her against it, my hand still firmly gripping her hair. As she presses up against the wall, she spreads her legs and arches her back, giving me the entry I desire.
The entry I crave more than anything.
I slide my throbbing cock inside her and begin pumping hard. I'm too caught up in the moment to take my time.
No, it won't be gentle this time. She's been bad and needs to be punished.
I pull her hair back, and she looks up at the ceiling, moaning. I slam into her, forcing my cock deep into her. Her moaning only intensifies my desires. After a few thrusts, I release her hair and use my hands to grab her hips.
I thrust deeper and deeper. My grunts come out without my even realizing it. I'm so transfixed on fucking her, I lose myself in her.
I smack her ass hard, leaving an imprint of my hand. She moans at the pain and arches her back more, sliding down the wall.
She's just as ravenous as I am. Each of us cannot get enough of the other.
Her moans grow louder and closer together. I feel her lips clamping tightly around my cock as I slide in and out. I know she's on the verge.
I move faster, and her hands curl into fists as she braces for her release.
Suddenly, I feel her body stiffen up and then shake. Her moans turn into long gasps as she tries to catch her breath.
I slow my thrusting down and allow her to ride her orgasm for as long as her body allows.
With Sofia still trembling, I pull out of her and spin her around.
I lift her up, and her legs wrap tightly around my waist as I guide my hard cock back inside her.
Her lips part for me as I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss that conveys everything we're feeling.
The hot water cascades down on us as I press her against the shower wall, the steam rising all around us.
With each thrust, I deepen my kiss, devouring her gasps and moans. I can't get enough of her.
She's mine, and I want her to feel it in every fiber of her being.
My fingers dig into her hips as I lose myself. Her nails scratch down my back, fueling the fire that burns within me.
The feeling is so raw I can't put it into words.
The desire for my release grows stronger, and I know I'm on the verge of coming. I break our kiss, gasping for air, as I pound into her with everything I have. Her seductive moans and whimpers consume me.
I feel her breath quickening again and her walls tightening around my shaft.
She grips me tightly and screams as a wave of pleasure washes over her again, her body tense and shaking.
The sensation pushes me over the edge, and shockwaves run through my body as I come deep inside her.
I hold her tightly against me, trying to catch my breath as the aftershocks of our shared orgasm subside. I can feel her heart pounding, and I know she can feel mine.
All of it without speaking a word. It's perfect.
Once our breathing returns to normal, Sofia's legs unwrap from my waist, and I set her down. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.
We wash one another and when we’re done, she turns the water off. We step out and she puts on a robe, and I wrap a towel around my waist.
I scoop her up into my arms and walk into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I admire the glow of satisfaction that radiates from her.
As I crawl beside her, she curls up against me, her head resting on my chest. The silence between us is comfortable, no need for words to fill the space.
It's something I've never experienced before. Communication with our bodies, no words needed.
After about ten minutes of silence, with her running her fingers up and down my chest, she she breaks the silence.
"When are you going to leave?" she asks, her hesitation unmistakable.
"Tomorrow sometime."
She looks up at me and smiles. "You're going to stay the night here with me?"
"Bella, I can't let anything happen to you. You're mine. And with the Russians on the hunt? I'm not taking any chances for now. We'll see what tomorrow brings," I say and kiss her forehead.
There are a few more moments of silence, and then she speaks again, without looking up at me.
"Can we go out someplace tomorrow? You and me?" she asks in a nervous tone.
"I don't know if that's a—"
"Just for some coffee. There's a place right next to the hotel that has good coffee. Please, I need to get out, take in some fresh air, walk a little. Plus," she says and looks up at me, "I want to see what it's like to be out with you, even if it's just for 15 or 20 minutes."
On one hand, I can understand. She’d been locked up in the hotel and to her, it must have felt like months. On the other, those fucking Russians are lurking, and now that they've struck, they won't stop.
"You know there is a little café in the lobby that—"
"Gabriel, I drink the coffee here every day. Come on," she says and kisses me, gently licking my lips with her tongue. "Please? I'll make it worth your while."
Dammit.
"Alright, we'll go get coffee in the morning."
"And maybe stroll the Magnificent Mile?"
"Hey now."
"Think about it."
She curls up into me and falls asleep.
I hold onto her tightly, and in that moment, my possession over her feels complete. I can be with her. Protect her. Defend her.
My eyes feel heavy from the day's events, and before I know it, I'm asleep too.