Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Allison
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I spin on my heel and attempt to use the black cotton in my hand to cover my bare body. Gabriel’s eyes rake down my exposed form, drinking me in. He takes a step toward me and my heart pounds in my chest.
“I was just changing.” My voice comes out in a fragile whisper as I press my back against the clothing behind me.
“As much as I’d love to see you in my clothes, pretty girl,” he takes another step toward me. His blue eyes pierce into me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I heat under his predatory gaze. “I think I’d rather have you like this.”
“Have me?” I choke out as he crowds me. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over me as he steps in close enough that I can feel his body heat.
“I’m done waiting,” he coos as he leans down, running his nose along the length of my neck. “You smell good enough to devour.” His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush to him. I can feel the hardness of his length push up against me. “Let me taste you?”
His filthy words and desperate tone cause my knees to nearly give out beneath me.
A needy whimper is all I’m able to choke out as he lifts me by my legs.
Instinctively, I wrap my thighs around his waist. His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss.
It’s all teeth and tongue; messy and full of desire.
It’s the passion I didn’t even realize I’d been missing, the lustful madness that I’ve never known I’ve needed.
He’s sin and seduction, and I’m willingly letting myself sink into his depravity simply because it feels oh so good.
I’m awake and present in the moment for the first time in as long as I can remember.
His mouth leaves mine and trails down the column of my throat, kissing and biting my tender skin. The needy noises coming from me are ones I don’t even recognize.
“Please, Gabriel,” I beg but I’m not even sure what for.
He rears back up, his blue eyes staring down at me with heat in his gaze. “Do you trust me?”
I pause for a moment, uncertain how to reply. I barely know this man. It’s clear he’s full of secrets that I’m not privy to. For all I know, he’s some serial killer or something. And yet, despite the rational part of my brain screaming at me to disagree, I nod my head.
“Yes.” The word is barely out of my mouth when he moves.
Gabriel throws me up against the opposite wall. Clothes and hangers cascade to the floor around us as he pins me against silk shirts and soft sweaters. He reaches behind us, pulling out a brown leather belt.
“Still trust me?” he asks as he loops the leather around one of my wrists.
I swallow down the lump forming in my throat and nod.
His responding smirk causes a dimple to depress his cheek slightly.
He’s achingly handsome and the fact that he wants me is a heady rush.
I bite my lip to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret as he lifts my arms and secures them to the clothing rack highest toward the ceiling.
The leather is soft and smooth against my skin but the position is a bit vulnerable.
“Good girl,” Gabriel praises as he begins to sink to his knees, holding me up with a bruising grip on my thighs.
I squirm in worry as I dangle helplessly in his closet.
This is foolish and wildly out of the norm for me.
I’m not the type of girl that gets tied up and suspended above the ground as foreplay.
And yet, my panties are completely soaked with my arousal.
I want him beyond logic or reason. And when he moves to wrap my legs over his shoulders, staring up at me from between my legs, I know I’m completely lost to this lustful madness.
“First, you’re going to come on my tongue.
” He pulls my panties to the side as he speaks.
I try to squirm away but I’m helpless in this position.
I’m entirely at his mercy. “Then on my fingers. Then my cock.” He leans in, licking a slow path up my drenched center.
I cry out in pleasure as his tongue flicks my clit. “That sound good to you, Princess?”
I can’t answer, I’m too far gone into whatever pleasure fueled haze he’s created for me.
His tongue laps against my drenched core, stroking my pussy again, and again, and again.
I can’t stop myself from moving. My hips begin to thrust as I rock myself against his face.
He focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and creating a pulsing suction that has me seeing stars.
“Gabriel, yes!” I cry out as my toes curl and pleasure builds rapidly in my core. “Fuck! Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His tongue and lips continue to pull and push at my needy nub, driving me absolutely wild.
When his teeth nip at me, I’m done for. My orgasm detonates with such power that I can’t stop the scream that rips through me.
My entire body seizes up as I ride the electrical high pulsing through me.
Gabriel doesn’t relent, licking and sucking every last drop of my release from between my thighs.
“Shit,” I huff out as I finally come down from my high. My head feels light, as if I’m high above the clouds.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Gabriel growls as he rises to his feet, holding me up by my thighs. “We’re just getting started.”
He shifts me so that my weight is balanced on his hip as he slides his hand up my thigh.
His fingers slide into the hem of my underwear, pulling them off of my body.
I don’t miss how he stuffs them into his pocket.
Everywhere his fingers graze my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I just barely came down from my last orgasm, and yet as he looks down at me with heated hunger in his eyes, I can’t stop the way I roll my hips against him.
I whimper as his thumb grazes my drenched folds.
“So needy for me, aren’t you?” His fingers slip between my lips, teasing me with soft strokes. My walls clench, desperate to be filled. His tattooed fingers, covered in black ink, are a stark contrast to my pale skin. “Beg me to fuck you with my fingers.”
His words are aggressive and authoritative, and part of me wants to be offended, but a much larger part of me desperately wants this.
I shove my chest forward, my breasts aching from behind my bra.
His teeth latch onto the skin at the top of my chest, sinking into my flesh.
I cry out as his bruising assault turns into pleasurable laps of his tongue and lips.
“Say it and I’ll give you the relief you desire,” he demands as his tongue slips below my bra, teasing my peaked nipple.
My flesh is sensitive. Everywhere he touches is like electricity, and I’m desperate for the relief he’s promised. The only thing holding me back is my mind. The uptight, superego screaming at me that this is wrong and immoral. But in this moment, my body’s need for release is beating out my guilt.
“Please, Gabriel,” I choke out between panting breaths. “Use your fingers to fuck me, please.”
He pulls back, a sly smirk on his face as he stares at me. I’m sure I look a mess—flushed and sweating with hair stuck to my face. But this man, this dark and mysterious hero that’s wound his way into my life, looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“As you command, Princess.”
Two thick fingers plunge inside me, causing my walls to instantly clench around him. I groan at the sudden stretch and my body instinctively tries to pull back, but he holds tight, using his fingers in a scissoring motion to gently stretch me open.
“Gotta get this pussy prepped if it’s gonna take my cock, pretty girl,” he coos as he curls his fingers and strokes inside me in a way that has my entire body jerking and writhing in pleasure.
No one has touched my body like this before, as if every single stroke is meticulously planned to pull pleasure from me. My head falls back as I let go and give him control.
“That’s it,” he praises as he adds a third finger and pumps them in and out of me. The sounds of my drenched pussy being fucked by his fingers echoes off the walls of the enclosed space, wrapping us in a cave of depravity. And I absolutely love it. “Let go and let me use you.”
Despite having just come on his face, I already feel my pleasure rising again as he strokes my inner walls. Higher, and higher, and higher I go toward the peak of ecstasy.
“Your pretty pussy is already fluttering. You going to come for me, Princess?” he goads as he slips his pinky inside as well, sending me over the edge.
I come undone. My orgasm barrels through me hard and fast, like a fierce wave crashing on the shore. Gabriel doesn’t relent, pumping his hand in and out of me, drawing out each wave of my release.
I feel the bar above me snap before my lust hazed mine can register what’s happening.
The crack cuts through the sounds of our sin and jolts Gabriel into action.
Before the cascading pile of clothes and the snapped wooden clothing rack can fall on me, he’s pulled me back, spinning us away from the chaos.
My back lands on the floor, shaking my ribs and pulling the air from my lungs.
Gabriel lands on top of me, his body cradling my own.
My wrists ache slightly from where the belt had begun to dig into my skin.
I turn my head to the right to assess the mess.
The bar I’d been strapped to snapped in half, leaving clothes, hangers, and small wooden splinters scattered along the floor.
“I’m so sorry—” I begin to say. I’m mortified that I broke his closet, ruined his things. But before I can even finish my thought, his weight is off of me.