Chapter 13 #2
“I know you experienced something horrific in your life and now you’re determined to drag everyone down with you. But I will not let you drag me down into the darkness with you. I will not.” Even now, laying in her hospital bed, having just lost a lot of blood, Aurora still has a fighting spirit.
“Stay here,” I say in as cold of a voice as I can manage. “Rest. I’ll pick you up later.” I leave the room before we can argue more.
Before Aurora can see into my soul and discover all the shame I have.
Aurora
Gabriel takes me back home. After what he told me, everything has changed. I get why he is the way he is now. Cold and distant. Angry and dark.
It’s because he saw his family murdered before his eyes. I’m not sure how anyone could come back from that. But he did and now he’s on a mission of revenge.
Gabriel claims he doesn’t have room for love in his heart but I saw the way he cared for me. He doesn’t want me to die the way his family did. That has to mean something.
It’s something that I have to cling to otherwise I’m not going to survive in this mansion.
Gabriel walks me to my bedroom, like he’s trying to make sure I still don’t run even though I’ve proven I won’t.
“I’ll be fine,” I murmur. “I won’t hurt myself.”
“I don’t trust you to not get yourself in danger again.”
“Need I remind you that I wouldn’t have gotten myself into danger if you hadn’t been torturing that man? Or if you hadn’t made me try and kill him?”
Gabriel looks away from me like he can’t stand the fact that he knows I’m right. Or is it shame? What emotion is he keeping deep within himself?
“Go into your room,” he says gruffly.
I do as he says since the honest truth is that I’m tired from the whole ordeal and I just want to rest.
To my surprise, Gabriel follows me into my room. He pulls silk ties out of his pocket.
“What is that?” I ask.
“I need to make sure you don’t get yourself into a situation where you could be hurt again.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m trying you to the bed.”
My heart skips a beat. “What? Gabriel, don’t do this. You opened up to me. Don’t go back on it now.”
“It’s the only way.”
“No. It’s not the only way. Talking to me would be the way.”
He scoffs. “Do I seem like that kind of man?”
“You seem like the kind of man who’s been hurt and is taking it out on the world when you don’t have to.”
His eyes widen like he never expected me to call him out on it. In one quick motion, he picks me up around the waist and lays me on the bed, flipping me onto my stomach. I gasp when he spanks me. I also can’t deny the slight heat that builds within my core at his touch.
“Don’t speak for me,” he says.
“I won’t if you don’t tie me up. Don’t tie me to the bed, Gabriel. Please.”
With a growl, he spanks me again before shoving my dress up and ripping my panties down. I cry out when his hand cups my pussy. Instant wetness seeps out of me.
“You are mine,” he says into my ear. “Mine to do with as I please.” He rubs over my clit, getting me warmer. My hips grind into his hand of their own accord.
“That doesn’t mean I’m your prisoner. I’m your wife. Treat me like it.”
He doesn’t respond as he runs his palm against my nub. It feels like heaven on earth and I hate him for doing this to me. For drawing me in close and then pushing me away. It’s too much.
“You get too brave with me,” he finally says as I moan from his touch. “You like this, don’t you, baby? My good girl. You like it when I play with your pussy.”
His words light me on fire even though I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to distract me from the his real feelings but I’m too weak to resist his touch. I need it like I need air to breathe.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you like it.”
“I like it,” I admit, gripping the bedsheet tightly, like I might fall over if I don’t hold on.
“You’re a bad girl too. Getting wet for me like this.” He flicks my nub over and over. I’m not sure I can survive the emotional whirlwind Gabriel puts me through.
I buck against his hand with wild abandon. If I’m going to be stuck as Gabriel’s prisoner, then I’m going to let myself get lost in this pleasure. It’s my one release from the darkness he’s put me in.
“Gabriel,” I moan, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Now.” He inserts his finger inside of me right as I find my release. His finger hurts as it stretches me but it also feels good. A deep sort of pain that is also pleasurable.
He runs his finger in and out of me, working my body despite me already having had an orgasm.
“Come for me again,” he says. He inserts a second finger into me. I cry out. “You can take it. Take it for me, baby.” His thumb finds my clit and rolls it around. I’m sore and sensitive down there but I can’t stop the pleasure from working its way through me.
“Oh,” I gasp.
“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?” He drives them deeper into me.
“Yes,” I sigh.
“Then come for me again, Aurora. I know you can do it. I need to see it.” There’s a desperation in his voice that makes me hotter. Gabriel is holding himself back from me but I know he feels real, human emotion. I know he’s been hurt and is scared to open up.
I can’t deny that it makes me feel closer to him.
He shoves his fingers deep inside of me and I can’t hold back any longer. My second orgasm rips through me, making me clamp down on his fingers.
I shudder and shake as Gabriel whispers into my ear, “That’s my good girl.” He plants a kiss to my cheek. I shut my eyes to resist the urge to cry.
He pulls away from me and walks out of the room, leaving me alone, the silk ties abandoned on the floor.