Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Susanna
Gabriel looks like he’s going to eat me. I’m not sure if it’s literally or figuratively but a part of me is scared to find out. Another part of me is excited.
He killed Chip. For me. Because that asshole wouldn’t stop touching me. I may be Gabriel’s prisoner but there’s something happening here. Something deeper than just kidnaper and kidnappee.
Once Chip’s body is gone and it’s just me and Gabriel, he storms over to the cage and rips the door open. I don’t hesitate to get out of it. I hate being in there.
We stare at each other for a long moment, his eyes raking over my body, before he pulls me into his arms and kisses me with everything inside him. Anger and passion and something else I can’t figure out. It’s almost like he cares for me but that’s crazy. Gabriel can’t care for me.
And I especially can’t care for him.
Yet, I don’t push him away as he kisses me deeper.
In one smooth motion, he pulls me onto the floor and leans over me.
“Why did you kill Chip?” I ask, staring up into his intense eyes. He looks like he wants to consume me whole.
“Because he was getting on my fucking nerves.”
“Was that truly the reason?”
“Yes.”
For some reason, my heart deflates a little. “The only reason?”
“Not the only reason,” he admits before kissing me again. “I need to taste you. All of you.”
I don’t stop him as he kisses down my neck towards my chest. My dress is in the way and for the first time, I wish I could yank it off me and expose my body to him. What is happening here? I don’t understand it and I know I should fight it but I don’t seem to have it in me.
He flips the end of my dress up around my waist. My bare lower body is on full display for him.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know what he’s about to do. I just have to hear him say it. I have to know that this is all real.
“I’m going to taste you.” He props my legs up around my waist, spreading them wide. I flush. Never have I been this exposed to someone before. I’m not ashamed of my body but it’s still a vulnerable position to be in.
My heart is pounding in my chest. Despite my nerves, I don’t stop Gabriel from putting his face between my legs.
The second his lips find my nub, I cry out.
I wax down there, so I’m fully bare. My mom would always ask why I would wax since I wasn’t sexually active but I did it for myself.
I’ve always hated hair on my body. But now I’m grateful there’s nothing in the way down there.
I can feel everything Gabriel is doing to me with his tongue.
He rolls it around my nub and around my folds before brushing it against my entrance opening. I let my eyes close and sink into the moment, forgetting that Gabriel is a man I should hate. Instead, I want to just feel with him. I want to experience these things for the first time in my life.
I’ve been picky about men. No one was good enough for me. Gabriel is the worst of the worst. He’s a kidnapper. A murderer. And yet, he’s powerful. Handsome. Rich. He rivals Luca in status.
That’s the kind of man for me. One who can take over the world.
But does that put me at odds with my sister? It’s a thought I push from my mind as Gabriel pleasures me with his mouth. I just want to feel this. Only this.
He runs his tongue around my nub, over and over and over again. My hips buck up into his face. Shame is a distant thought right now. All I can think about is Gabriel giving me pleasure. How good it all feels.
He grips my thighs tightly in his strong hands. I cry out as a wave of pleasure shoots through me. Every flick of his tongue gets me closer and closer to my orgasm. I can’t hold back. It’s too much. Too much. Too…
A moan escapes my mouth as my orgasm rips its way through me. Gabriel continues to pleasure me with his mouth as I ride it out. It’s only when my body stops trembling that he pulls back and stares down at me with a smirk.
“What was that for?” I gasp, trying to take in deep breaths.
“To show you that you’re mine now. Only mine.”
I shiver at his words. I can’t be Gabriel’s and we both know it. I’m not even sure I want to be with him. I just know that I’m drawn to him. His darkness and power. It speaks to me.
And that scares me more than anything.
“You saved my life,” I murmur, pushing my dress down and sitting up. Gabriel doesn’t comment on it. “Why did you save my life?”
“I didn’t want Chip hurting you.”
“Only you can hurt me?”
A dark grin crosses his face. “Exactly.”
“I hate you, you know.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Susanna. But if you really hated me, you wouldn’t have let me go down on you.”
“Like I have a choice.”
“If you had said no, I wouldn’t have. I know my word doesn’t mean much to you but it’s the truth.”
I stare into his eyes and I know he means what he says. He truly wants me to come to him of my own accord. And I’m afraid to say that it’s sort of working.
“Don’t put me back in that cage. I won’t run. I promise.”
“I’m not sure I trust you.”
“We have to trust each other. If you want me to give myself into you, you have to trust me not to run. And I have to trust you to not treat me like a prisoner.”
“But you are going to run and we both know it.”
I can’t say he’s wrong. The first moment I get to escape, I’m taking it. But… deep down, I know I’ll miss Gabriel more than I want to admit.
“So for now, you’re going back in the cage for the night. My men are gone. They won’t bother you again.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“That all depends on you, doesn’t it?”
His words shake me to my core. Why does it have to be my decision? This would all be easier if Gabriel just took me. Was the villain I need him to be.
But he’s not. At least, not as much as he should be.
With no other choice, I get back into the cage and Gabriel shuts the door behind, locking it. Then I have to watch him leave like what we shared didn’t mean anything to him.
Because it meant something to me.
Gabriel
I can still taste Susanna’s pussy on my lips as I sit in the back booth of my restaurant I own. It’s a classic Italian place. I am an Italian man after all.
I can’t stop thinking of her, in my cage, ready and waiting for me to return to taste her again. She liked it even if she pretends she didn’t. I know she wants it again which is good because I desperately need to make her mine. Somehow.
The bell over the door jingles as someone comes inside. It’s the middle of the day. The restaurant isn’t open yet.
With a glance up, I see that it’s Luca Moretti himself. He’s flanked by Alek Morozov and Dimitri Ivanov.
I smile. This is exactly what I wanted. A confrontation.
They’re finally getting worried enough to come into my own restaurant.
I have multiple guards around the place, all with guns and Luca will know this.
He won’t try to kill me here. He can’t. He won’t put himself at risk just to save his sister-in-law.
“Hello, gentleman,” I say, sitting back in my seat. “Do you want to join me?”
They remain standing before my table, all of them glaring down at me.
“Give us Susanna back,” Luca says.
“Now why would I do that?”
“Before we blow up this restaurant of yours,” Alek adds.
“You could. But you’re in it too. And none of you will risk blowing yourselves up. Not to get to Susanna. Do you actually care for her? I mean, truly? She’s just your sister-in-law, Luca.”
Alek steps forward. “But she is like a daughter to me. And I do care. So give her back to us.”
“What are you going to offer me in return for Susanna?”
“Peace,” Dimitri says. He’s the one with the least amount of skin in the game, as he has no connection to Susanna. He only has an alliance with these men because his sister, Katya, is married to Alek.
“You’ll offer me peace? A chance for us all to work together?” I set my eyes onto Luca, who looks like he’s in pain at this suggestion. “Truly? You’ll do this, Luca? Because I need to hear you say it.”
“I hate you,” he hisses. “I’ve always had. You tried to steal from me so many times. You are the last person I want to work with.”
“Well, then that settles it.”
“But,” he forces out, “you stole my wife’s sister and she needs me to get Susanna back. So I will do whatever it takes to make that happen. Before you cut up more pieces of Susanna.”
“Is the finger really hers?” Alek asks. “You burned off the tip.”
“To keep you guessing. You won’t know if it’s truly Susanna’s finger or not. That’s the fun of all of this.”
“If you won’t choose to work with us,” Alek continues, “then we’ll be forced to go to war with you. And we will kill you. We outnumber you. So think about what you want, Gabriel. This is your one chance to make peace with us. Just give us Susanna back.”
“But you see, the moment I give her back, you’ll just kill me. She’s my insurance that you won’t kill me. So I’m not sure how we can come to an agreement here.”
“We’ll offer you something else in return,” Luca says. “A marriage contract. I have men who have daughters that need to be married off. You can marry one of them. That will guarantee peace.”
His suggestion makes an idea form in my mind. “Or I could just marry Susanna myself. That would guarantee peace, wouldn’t it?”
All three men go silent. The air in the room drops ten degrees.
“If I married Susanna, then that would guarantee peace between us, wouldn’t it?”
Alek hesitates before he speaks. “The problem is, you kidnapped Susanna. You’ve hurt her. We can’t trust her to you and I will not marry her off to a man like you. I just won’t.”
“Not even for peace?”
“Not at the expense of my daughter.”
“But she’s not really your daughter,” I point out.
“I helped raise her. She’s like my daughter. And I will not give her to you. Take Luca up on his offer. You can marry someone else. Make peace with us. Give us Susanna back. It can all work out.”
“Mmm. No,” I answer flatly. “I don’t want to. You see, I like Susanna. I’m going to keep her. Now, I would suggest you all run along. And think about my offer. I can marry Susanna and that can be the way we keep peace. But it’s up to you men.”
“Let’s go,” Luca snarls. “He’s not going to give us anything.” Luca storms out of the restaurant, while Dimitri slowly follows behind. That leaves Alek.
“You are going to die, Gabriel,” he says. “Just think about that.”
“Or all of you are going to die.” I sound confident but as Alek leaves the restaurant, I can’t help but feel cold from his words.