Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Allison
Before
Ihaven’t felt this happy in…well, in as long as I can remember.
Brody was released after questioning but went to stay with his parents.
He didn’t ask me to join him there and I didn’t offer.
I went back to my house briefly to grab clothes.
My mother-in-law must have sent a cleaning crew because the home was spotless.
Spotless and cold and empty—a perfect picture of my life.
In contrast, this last week living with Gabriel has been easy, light, happy.
I’m happy. For the first time in a very long time, I wake up excited to start the day.
It doesn’t hurt that my day is starting with a large tattooed man perched between my thighs and eating my pussy as if it’s his sole purpose in life.
“Gabriel,” I groan as my hands slide into his soft locks.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he growls against my drenched core. His stubble is rough against the tender skin of my thighs as he nuzzles up against me.
“We don’t have time,” I groan as he dives back in.
His skilled tongue rims my opening, dipping in lightly and teasingly. I mewl as he continues to drive me wild with soft strokes. I dig my nails into his scalp and drag him forward, demanding more. He chuckles before withdrawing his tongue.
“It’s Saturday, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.” He slides a hand up my thigh, teasing the skin before sliding a single finger inside me. He holds it there as my walls pulse around it. “And I intend to take my time with you.”
My hips move on their own, rising off the bed, desperate for more. His lips fall down to my clit, kissing it lovingly, tenderly. My whole body is on fire.
“Gabriel, please,” I whine. “More. I need more.”
“Beg for it, Princess,” he growls in that low and demanding tone that I’m learning means he’s barely holding on.
“Please, I’m begging,” I pant out as I try to rub up against him. He holds tight, refusing to give me what I need.
“Not good enough.” His mouth descends on my thigh, teeth sinking into my flesh.
I feel the skin snap and my warm blood flow down my skin.
I cry out in pain. “Say you’re mine,” he demands as he withdraws his teeth and glares up at me from between my legs.
He smiles up at me, my blood staining his teeth.
He’s a monster—my monster.
“I’m yours.” The words that leave my lips don’t even sound like mine. They’re breathy and desperate.
Satisfied, he smirks up at me, exposing his bloodstained mouth.
Without another word, he dives back in. His tongue flicks my clit and I cry out.
He curls his finger, finding the spot inside of me that has pleasure swirling in my core.
He begins to move his fingers in time with his tongue, lapping at me inside and out, demanding my pleasure.
Blood trails down my leg toward my center.
The warmth mixes with his mouth, driving me absolutely wild.
When he adds a second finger, I can’t hold back.
“Fuck!” I shout with my head thrown back as my release crashes into me.
“That’s it,” Gabriel pants as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of my pulsing pussy. “Show me who owns your pleasure, your desire—show me how much you need me.”
I writhe and twist in the sheets as he drags out wave after wave of release from between my thighs. My body finally starts to relax, my muscles sagging as the waves of my pleasure start to ebb.
“Wow,” I choke out between panting breaths. “That was—”
I don’t get to finish my thought as Gabriel pushes my thighs wide and settles between them. He thrusts inside me in one punishing stroke. I cry out, throwing my head back as my back bows off the bed. His hands land on my hips, dragging me into him.
“You’re mine, Princess,” he grits out as he begins to rut into me like a man possessed. “Your blood,” he grabs my thigh, digging his thumb into the bloody bite he left on my leg, “your pleasure, your heart. You.” His thrusts become stuttering and uneven as we careen toward chaos. “Are. Mine.”
As he says the final word, he erupts. His cries bounce off the walls around us as rope after rope of warm cum coats my walls.
His throbbing cock inside me sends me over the edge.
I come again, my pussy clenching down around him.
My orgasm hits me hard and fast, throwing my mind into blackened bliss.
When I finally come back down to conscious awareness, I register his heaving body on top of mine. His skin is hot and sweaty as we come back down from our combined high.
“He’s never made you feel like that, has he?” he asks between pants. He doesn’t need to clarify who he means, I know he’s talking about my husband.
“No, he hasn’t,” I admit sadly.
“You’re mine now.” His fingers caress my flesh, trailing lightly up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
A knot forms in my chest. I haven’t been happy with Brody in a long time. This last week with Gabriel has been like a dream—we wake up together, get ready together, go to work together, and then spend the evenings cooking and laughing and making love. It’s the life I always imagined myself having.
And yet, part of me worries that I shouldn’t be this happy.
It’s as if I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The masked man hasn’t reappeared and Brody hasn’t reached out, but I know it’s only a matter of time.
Things can’t stay this way, soon the demons of my past are bound to make themselves known.
But I intend to soak in every moment of happiness that I can.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask as I lightly scratch Gabriel’s scalp. He loves when I do this, and I love that he loves it.
“I have to meet up with a friend for a bit this morning,” he says as he curls up into my chest.
“Oh, alright.”
He must hear the disappointment in my tone. “It’s just for a bit, Princess. Luke is my friend but he’s also a lawyer. He has some legal form for me to sign for the cybersecurity business. It won’t take me long.”
His fingers dig into my waist as he grabs me and flips us. I shriek as we roll across the bed, spinning until I’m pinned beneath him. He stares down at me from above.
“I’ll be gone for just a few hours, then I’m coming home and taking you on a date.” He leans down and begins to pepper my neck with kisses. His wicked lips and tongue are sinful. I melt under his attention.
“A date?” I prod as butterflies fill my stomach.
“Mmmhmm,” he purrs against my skin. “I’m taking you to dinner. I made a reservation earlier this week.”
“You did?” I ask between small moans of pleasure as his mouth continues sucking and nipping at my skin.
I’ve had to invest in some heavy duty concealer this week with the amount of bites and hickies that have begun to be a constant mark upon my flesh. Gabriel loves marking me, and I find I quite enjoy it as well. Every new mark sends a thrill of pleasure through me.
“You said it yourself—you’re mine, Ali. And I intend to show you just how fucking lucky I feel to have you, my beautiful, smart, sexy, sweet woman.”
His words stoke a fire inside me that I’m beginning to feel might be a constant burn of desire in my life going forward.
I want this man beyond what is healthy or reasonable.
He’s absolutely intoxicating, and despite the small warning bell in the back of my mind telling me that this is too much, too fast, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to dive head first into whatever this is.
I’ve never been one to throw caution to the wind, but for this man, for this life he’s let me get a glimpse of, perhaps I can live recklessly.
I just hope I don’t live to regret these choices.
I stare at the guide on the TV, seeing and yet unseeing the words on the screen.
My phone sits on the couch next to me, the glowing screen taunting me.
Gabriel left not long ago, leaving me alone, vulnerable, a sitting duck.
I glance down at the illuminated screen next to me.
The message is still there, still open, still taunting me.
HUBBY: We need to talk
He hasn’t said a word to me in nearly a week.
Why now? I feel the walls of my perfect tower of contentment beginning to crack.
Reality will force the fairytale that I’ve been living in to come crumbling down around me.
Anxiety and panic swirl through my veins, forcing a tightness in my chest that makes my breathing feel labored.
I can’t just sit here staring at the text. It will drive me insane.
Swiftly locking my phone, I stand and throw the offensive device across the cushions.
Gabriel won’t be back for a few hours. My body has come to crave him.
His smoke and pine scent has invaded my psyche.
He’s like a sinfully delectable addiction—delicous and dangerous.
A girl could lose herself in a guy like him.
I know I’m being foolish and diving in too quickly, yet I can’t stop myself from wishing he was here with me now.
I need something to get my mind off these swirling worries. I could go for a run, but I don’t know this area well enough to feel confident that I won’t get lost. It would be nosey to poke around his house…and yet…
My feet are moving before my mind can catch up to what I’m doing.
I definitely should not be doing this, but a part of me feels like if I’m going to be here, in this home, living with this man, I have a right to get to know him a bit more.
Make sure there’s no bodies stuffed in closets or anything, right?
I chuckle darkly to myself at the thought.
I found myself a hot nerd, not a murderer.
Perhaps that’s what I like most about Gabriel—he’s safe.
I always felt on edge with Brody, like I would never be enough.
I’ve never felt that way with Gabriel. With him, I’m enough—no—I’m more than enough.