Chapter 12
Gabriel
There’s a place in hell for men like me.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes filled with confusion and arousal. Seeing my belt around her throat, the sweetness of her submission as she parts her lips for her punishment, has my cock so hard, there’s a real possibility I blow across her tongue before I can get into her throat.
“Fuuuuck.” I exhale the pleasure the warmth of her mouth drives through me. Her teeth casually graze the underside of my cock, and I yank on her hair, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Don’t try it. I’ve been lenient so far. I can be meaner.”
I want to shove into her mouth, down her throat. I want to fuck her throat so fast and so hard that she never thinks about disobeying me again. But then she places her hands on my thighs, readying herself for whatever I’m about to give her.
She’s accepted her fate.
She’ll take what I give.
Her tongue swipes beneath the head, flicking the sensitive spot. My eyes roll, the pleasure steals my breath. I drag her closer, thrusting deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
“Swallow,” I order just as I thrust, and she obeys, taking me deeper, and swallows again and again as I pull back only to drive into her throat again.
Her muscles stretch around me, she groans, but I continue fucking her throat as my balls tighten.
“Such a good girl,” I mutter, and she moans.
When she’s not putting up the walls around her, she’s completely transparent. As independent and strong as she is, giving over like this, handing the control over to someone else, gives her peace.
I pull out, giving her a chance to suck in some air. When she tilts her head back to look up at me, her lips are swollen, and tears streak her cheeks.
She’s so fucking beautiful I might come just from looking at her.
“Again.” I don’t give her a reprieve, I shove my cock back into her mouth, thrusting and fucking her faster and harder. It’s pure luck I don’t explode inside her throat.
Her fingers curl into my thighs. She tries to suck in air but ends up gagging. I pull back just enough for her to get control of herself and then plow back into her.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Using her hair, I yank her off my dick. “Tell me. Promise.”
She licks at her puffy red lips and flicks a tear away with her middle finger. I let it slide. The point isn’t to destroy her.
Not yet. Not if I don’t have to.
“I promise.”
“What do you promise?” I tug on the belt, tightening it around her throat. “Say it, Savvy. I want to hear you say it.”
“I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
She scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, then licks it while dropping her eyes to my cock.
Fisting my shaft, I bring the head of my dick to her mouth, rubbing it across her lips.
“I think I’m done fucking this pretty mouth. I want your pussy now.” Dropping my hand from her hair, I pull her up with the leash, dragging her to the couch where I spin and shove her over the side of the arm.
She grapples for the cushions to keep from falling face first, and I haul her ass back until my cock is level with her entrance.
“Wait. Gabriel, you don’t understand. I’m—AHH!” Whatever she was going to say gets swallowed by her cry as I plow into her.
I freeze.
She’s so tight.
Too tight.
She’s lying with her cheek pressed into the cushion, her hands fisted on either side of her.
“Savvy, are you a virgin?” I grind out the question from behind clenched teeth. The last thing I want to think about is another man touching her, kissing her, fucking her right now, but I need to know.
At first she says nothing, just slowly sucks in a breath. Then she cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder.
“Not anymore.” A deep blush washes up her neck and over her cheeks. She moves her hips slightly and winces from the immediate discomfort.
Fuck me. I dig my fingertips into her hips. She was a virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed.
Until now.
There is no fucking chance I’m letting her go now. She’s mine. All mine.
She wiggles again, and I grip her tighter. “No, don’t move yet. If you move, I won’t be able to hold back.”
With her eyes shimmering with arousal and need, she says, “Then don’t.”
Fuuuuck!
I pull back and drive back into her until my balls slap against her. She stiffens, cries out.
“Give it a second.” I hold for another moment, letting her body get used to my size.
Nothing can keep me from claiming her in this way. In every way. If I need to bring in a tattoo artist and have my initials inked on her body to make sure she and everyone else knows who she belongs to, I will.
I ease my hand beneath her, finding her wet and swollen clit. She sucks in a breath, arches her back for me. In slow, steady circles I rub her, driving her higher and higher with her arousal.
“Good girl, good girl,” I chant. Each time my balls tighten more and more.
She lifts her leg, hooking her knee on the armrest, making her even tighter while she lifts up onto her foot and pushes back at me.
Matching me thrust for thrust, she fucks me as much as I’m fucking her.
“Do you think you should get to come?” I ask, flicking her clit with the tip of my middle finger.
“Yes! Please, let me come.” Her snark, her attitude, all gone. She grabs a fistful of the couch cushion and lifts up, driving back at me with more force. “Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”
Little liar. But it’s okay, she doesn’t mean to lie right now. Right now, she’d probably promise anything to be allowed to come.
“You’ll be my good girl?”
“Yes! I’ll be your good girl. Please, no more punishments. I’m a good girl.” She arches her back, and my eyes cross.
Over and over I drive into her. Her moans turn into pleas. My grunts entwine with her sweet pleading.
“Fuck, baby, yes. You can come, be my good girl and come for me.”
I press the flat of my middle finger against her clit, rubbing it in circles, harder and harder, faster and faster, until she’s screaming out her release.
Her pussy clenches around me, dragging me straight into a tsunami of pleasure that blindsides me. She’s unraveling beneath me while I’m coming apart at the seams with her.
She collapses onto the couch with a huff, burying her face into her arms.
Slowly, I ease out of her, yanking up my pants at the same time. She drops her foot back to the floor, then climbs over the arm and curls into a ball.
I squat beside her, gently rubbing her back.
“Savvy?” I say quietly.
She stiffens, then turns her face so she’s peeking at me through the strands of hair covering her eyes.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you too much?” Her throat is going to be sore tomorrow, and now the rest of her will be, too.
“I’m fine,” she says, the tenderness of her throat showing in her tone.
“No more lies. What hurts?”
She laughs, lifts her head a little. “Everything. But that’s not the problem.”
“What’s wrong, then?”
“I liked it.” She closes her eyes and turns her head again.
Hiding won’t do, but she obviously needs a moment to let her thoughts settle.
“And now you have another weapon to use against me,” she mutters into her arms.
Since she can’t see me, I smile while I continue rubbing her back.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say softly then roll her from the couch and into my arms, lifting her against my chest. Her arms wrap around my neck as I carry her through the sitting area and into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and remove my belt from around her throat. There’s a mark on the side, it will be there tomorrow.
The fact she will be wearing my mark for a day, maybe more, shouldn’t put such a thrill through me. But I already admitted I’m a monster.
“What are you doing?” She rolls to her side as I pull the covers back.
“I’m going to bed.”
“With me?” Her brow pulls tight.
“Where else would I sleep? Of course.”
“But it’s not that late, don’t you have things to do? Meetings, murder, that sort of thing?”
I shuck out of my clothes and slide into bed.
“I think the murders can wait until the morning.” Gliding my arm beneath her, I pull her into me until she rests her chin on my chest.
“Do you really own a billion-dollar company?” she asks, brushing hair from her eyes.
“No.” I pause a beat, tracing my finger down her nose. “I own a two-billion-dollar company.”
She tenses. “But you’re also, your family, I mean—”
“Playing on both sides of the law keeps my family’s interests safe. The legitimate company gives me access to things right out in the open, those ties make it easier for the rest of my businesses to thrive.”
“Like the pawn shop.”
I nod. “That’s one of them, but it’s a small operation.”
“You use it to wash your money.” She smiles. “It was a little obvious when you were charging five times the value on some pretty crappy jewelry.”
I squeeze her into me. “Like the diamonds?”
She huffs. “At least they were real diamonds.”
I laugh. “Technically, yeah. They’re real.”
“So what’s with the jeans and leather then? I mean it fit when I thought you were just some mafia guys, but then Cassie told me about your other company.”
“I hate wearing suits. I’ll do it when I have to, but lucky for me, I’m the boss.”
She presses her cheek to my chest and wraps her arm around my middle. “You like that, don’t you, being the boss?”
Her eyelids drift closed, and she lets out a long sigh.
“You like me being the boss, too, but I’ll wait until tomorrow to make you admit it.” I kiss the top of her head and tighten my hold on her.
A man could get used to this.
A monster like me shouldn’t try.
But I fear it might be too late.