Chapter 23 - Anna
He leads me over to the painting and pulls on the cane. The door creaks open.
"Hurry," he says and pulls me in. He shuts the door gently, and we're standing in total darkness.
"I can't see."
I suddenly feel Gabriel's lips on mine. I taste the subtle sweetness of the whiskey while inhaling his cologne.
After a few moments, I hear a click, and suddenly a chain of low-powered lights turns on over us and illuminates a hallway. I look down and see a few doors and a bend at the end of the hallway, which I assume leads to more rooms.
"So these are Capone's tunnels, huh?" I ask.
"Yes, something like that," Gabriel says with a smile. "But right now, they're ours. Here," he says and takes my hand, "let me show you."
As we walk down the hall, a draft comes from overhead, and I look up to see long shafts in the roof—airways, I suppose.
Sensing my chill, Gabriel sets his drink on the floor, removes his jacket, and drapes it over my shoulders.
"It's always a shame to cover you, but I'd rather you be comfortable," he says with a smile.
"Thank you," I say and sip my champagne.
He picks up his drink and puts a hand around my waist. "This way."
We walk down the hall and enter a small room. It's dark, and the light in the room flickers, trying everything it can to stay on.
I notice some crates, boards, and a bookshelf.
"Is this where mobsters came to read?" I say jokingly.
Gabriel laughs. "Yes, every Thursday between 10 and noon."
We both laugh.
"Actually, I wanted to show you this," he says and walks over to the bookcase. He pulls on a book, and the wall pops forward.
"Okay, that's pretty cool," I say as Gabriel pushes the bookcase to the side.
A hidden room—who doesn't like that?
I follow him inside, and he presses a lever. The bookcase slides shut, trapping us in.
"Don't move," he says as his flashlight from his phone shines around the room.
"There," he says as a corner light turns on. It's an Edison-style bulb matching the others and mimicking the same warm glow of the lights outside.
It's a small room with a desk, some chairs, an old couch, and a few old paintings.
"Some say this was Capone's original office."
I walk over and take a look at the desk. It's simple and looks like any old desk you'd find in an antique shop.
Noticing what appears to be an old typewriter, I point to it and ask sarcastically, "Did he write his—"
I feel Gabriel come up behind me and pin me against the desk. His left hand wraps around my waist, and his right comes up and grabs my throat in a gentle but firm way.
He presses into me, and I can't move.
I feel helpless, and I love it.
I gasp as I feel his breath against my neck and close my eyes when I feel the hardness of his body against me. "Gabriel," I say, my voice dripping with desire.
"Shh," he whispers, his hand tightening around my throat. "You think you could wear something as revealing as this dress around me and not get punished? You're mine," he says and gently kisses my cheek. "And I want you now."
I suppose any other woman would be terrified if a trained, deadly mafia hitman was standing behind her, his hand firm on her throat.
But apparently, I was different. There's something about the way he claims me that sets my blood on fire.
I've never felt more alive, more wanted, than I do in this moment with him.
I was made for him.
I try to look over my shoulder to meet his lips, but he tightens his hold and turns my head forward. "You don't need to be kissed. You need to be ruined."
He maneuvers his left hand under my dress, and a few seconds later, I feel it sliding off my shoulders and onto the floor.
My body arches as he takes his left hand and rubs my breasts, his fingers gliding across my nipples, giving each one a firm squeeze.
I whimper as the pleasurable pain runs through me.
I push my ass into him and feel his erection through his pants.
He leans into me, making sure I feel everything.
"Put your hands behind your back," he commands me. I do, and immediately feel him.
"Undo my pants," he growls, still holding onto my throat. It takes me a moment, but I do and I hear his pants hit the ground. His left hand briefly leaves my breast to slide his boxer briefs down before returning.
My hands instinctively search for what I desire and find it. I slowly stroke his cock in my hands. I hear his breath quicken as I run my hands up and down his long shaft.
His left hand slides down and pulls my panties down. His fingers are met with all my wetness, and he runs his fingertips gently up and down my openin, then suddenly pulls away.
"I'm not going to finger you," he growls in a low tone and releases my throat. He then grips a fistful of my hair and forces my face down on the desk. "I want this to hurt a little, Bella."
I gasp as I'm suddenly bent over. Without our foreplay, my body doesn't have a chance to prepare for his size.
"Spread your legs wider," he commands.
I don't hesitate as I widen my stance, my body obeying his every wish.
The wood of the desk is cool against my cheek as my breath comes in short gasps. Gabriel's hand is firm on the back of my head, pinning me down, controlling me. I feel vulnerable, wanted, and on display.
His hand comes down hard on my ass, and I gasp at the sudden sting.
But it quickly turns into a moan as his fingers trace where he spanked me, soothing the pain into pleasure.
He releases my hair and places both hands around my hips, gripping tightly as he positions himself behind me.
He teases me with his cock against my entrance.
My mind is spinning, a whirlwind of anticipation and raw lust. These moments when I'm with him, I think of nothing else but him and how my body calls for him, desires him, begs for him.
One of Gabriel's hands leaves my hip, and I brace myself, expecting another sharp slap. Instead, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I bite my lip to suppress a moan, but my body, quivering with need, doesn't allow it.
"Oh, fuck, Gabriel," I call out, my voice pure and raw.
"Tell me you want this," he says, his voice a low growl. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right here in this room and that your body is mine."
I can hardly form words, my thoughts scattered by the intensity of his huge cock sliding inside me. "I want it," I manage to breathe out. "I want you, Gabriel."
With a thrust of his hips, he fills me completely. I cry out, the sound echoing off the walls of the hidden office. The initial stretch is almost too much, a sweet burn that borders on pain. But as he begins to move, the discomfort gives way to pure ecstasy.
"Say that your body is mine," he commands with a deep, hard thrust.
"My body, oh fuck, fuck, is yours, all..
." I say with everything I have before my words give way to moans.
I can't speak. I can't think, and at this rate, my vision will give out as my body shuts down, choosing to focus solely on the pleasure of Gabriel's cock stretching me, filling me, as his body pounds against me.
Each thrust causes the desk to shake beneath me. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he claims me with such force that it leaves no doubt about my ownership.
I am lost in a million sensations, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. Gabriel's pace increases, his breathing heavy. It feels like he's growing harder and harder inside me as my body surrenders to being stretched wider and wider.
"You're so fucking tight, Bella," he groans. "But you were made for me. Look at how well you take my cock."
My eyes roll to the back of my head from the pleasure he's giving me.
I've never thought of myself as the submissive type, but now, all I want is to be submissive to my master. For him to punish me, and to serve him and give him my body so he can experience the pleasure he allows me to have.
He's destroyed every aspect of my world and rebuilt it to serve him, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure he gives me only makes me want more from him.
As if sensing my thoughts, Gabriel reaches around and rubs my clit. The sudden burst of pleasure is almost too much, and I feel my orgasm building rapidly.
"Come for me, Sofia," he growls. "Come on my cock."
It doesn't take much as his words push me over the edge.
I explode around him, my body convulsing with the force of my climax.
My body quivers with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath quick and shallow. Gabriel's hand is still on my clit, drawing out every last ripple of pleasure until my body goes limp.
He withdraws his hand slowly. "Such a good girl, Bella," he says and kisses my shoulder.
I brace myself, anticipating the storm of his desire he's about to unleash on me. But instead of the hard, driving thrusts I expect, Gabriel slows his pace, drawing out each movement with excruciating control. He's making sure I feel every inch of him.
"Oh, fuck me, Gabriel," I whisper, my voice a plea for more.
"Patience, Bella. I want to savor you. To feel everything. To have my cock slide in and out of its temple. To fully know what is mine."
His words ignite a fresh wave of desire, and I push back against him, seeking the deep stretch I so desperately need.
But he holds me steady, refusing to be rushed, and I'm left to submit, to revel in the slow, deliberate movements that stoke the fire within me to a new burn level I didn't think possible.
One of his hands slides up my back, tracing my spine before becoming tangled in my hair. He gives a gentle tug, forcing my head back, and I gasp at the slight sting of pain that only serves to heighten my pleasure.
"You feel so good, Sofia," he says, his voice full of lust. "So wet, so perfect. All for me."
I moan in response, as I feel another orgasm building, my walls tightening around him. This one slower than before, a deep, rolling wave that threatens to consume me.