CHAPTER 33
Filthy Little Plaything
Hunter
The red haze veiling my vision slowly dissipated with each grain of sand trickling through the fictitious hourglass in my mind. I drove us back home, shoulders bunched tight with the last tail end of my anger.
My jaw clenched as I replayed the scene where I went to search for Gabriela, once my conversation with one of my dad’s old friends came to a conclusion.
The only thing on my mind was taking her back to my place so I could make good on every promise.
My control started slipping from the moment I saw her in that form-fitting green dress.
I wanted to tear it off her body and fuck her all night long—against the wall, on the floor, in my bed—until the world around us blurred to nothingness and we were reduced to the singular feeling of bliss that always erupted when we came together.
I was practically salivating with the need to command her, taste her, ruin her sanity the way she had ruined mine, and counting down the minutes before I could pull Gabriela into my arms again.
Imagine my goddamned surprise at finding her in an empty hallway with her ex-boyfriend.
I prided myself on being level-headed.
But seeing another man kiss my Gabriela?
I. Fucking. Lost. It.
The bastard had the gall to touch her like he had every right in the universe and for that reason alone, I wanted to break him. If Gabriela hadn’t stopped me, I wondered if I’d actually have ended the fucker.
The inhale I sucked through my gritted teeth juddered in my chest, barely easing the ache rooted there.
I glanced at Gabriela sitting in the passenger seat, brows knitted into a frown as she furiously typed away on her phone.
Before sliding into my Jag, she’d wiped her lipstick and applied a fresh coat of crimson red, effectively eliminating all traces of Franco’s kiss.
But it wasn’t enough.
The jealous—downright territorial—side of me needed to lay claim on Gabriela. Touch her, kiss her, fuck her in a branding, there’s-no-going-back-from-here type of way. Until all the men from her past were specks and I was the only thing she saw, felt, and fucking adored.
Before dawn broke over the horizon, I needed to ensure that my treasured obsession realized that I was her everlasting fit.
My flesh, my muscles, my bones, my thrashing heartbeats.
It was all for her.
I was brought into this world, given breath, solely for Gabriela Regina Bellafiore.
A slim finger skimmed over my whitened knuckles in a familiar manner, drawing my attention away from my troubled musings and back towards the center of my universe. “Hunt?”
I didn’t say a word. We were almost home. My body heaved with the anticipation of what was to come.
The blue in Gabriela’s eyes brimmed with vivaciousness. “I texted Josh. He’s going to look into the cameras. See if there’s any evidence of what happened. If there is, he’ll make it disappear. Don’t worry.”
Truthfully, my only concern was beating Franco Morelli to a bloody pulp and nothing could have stopped me. Except for my girl. “I’m not worried, Gabby.”
She bit her bottom lip before licking it.
I was going to nibble on that mouth while I fucked her from behind, collaring her throat and seating myself so deep in that pussy she’d forget where we began and where we ended.
“Then what are you feeling? I can’t get a read on you and I’m nervous. I want to make sure you’re okay and—”
I cut off her rambling by grabbing her gloved hand, bringing it to my mouth for a kiss, and placing it on my lap. Right where she could feel my weighty erection pushing against my suit pants. I was ready for her. “That’s what I’m feeling, Gabriela.”
“Oh.”
“Once we cross the threshold of my apartment, I’m going to fuck you,” I rasped, my eyes drinking in her beautiful face, the pulse in her neck, and her chest, rising and falling with her breathing.
Her tits looked like they were seconds from spilling out of the low neckline of her dress.
My mouth watered. My cock hardened further.
I nearly veered my car to the side of the empty highway and took her right there. “You know that, don’t you, baby?
A needful sound clawed at the back of her throat. “Yes.”
“Good.” I was itching to get my hands on her. “Fuck, if your dress had a slit, I’d put my hands between your thighs and rub your sweet little clit to orgasm. Get you nice and ready for what’s to come.”
The night was young and dark above us, but the lampposts on either side of the street as I exited the highway, bringing us less than five minutes from home, seeped their illumination through my sunroof and windshield, erasing the shadows painting Gabriela’s face and showing me the sharp slice of excitement that sparked over her features.
Those red lips with the pretty Cupid’s bow parted—one heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats—and pressed back together when a decision was made, causing her to lean over the center console.
She was so close that all I could smell was her delicious vanilla and red roses perfume.
“Maybe not me, but we can certainly make sure you’re ready,” Gabriela hushed and that devilish tongue peeked out to trace the shell of my ear. I grunted, so fucking turned on. Her silk-gloved hand gave an experimental squeeze over my tented bulge. “What do you say, bello?”
Fucking hell.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I warned, though I wasn’t opposed to it. Not when I knew that sucking me off and catering to that kink of hers would result in me getting to play with the wettest, juiciest pussy on Earth. “People might see us.”
We’d just arrived at a red light, a single car packed with college-aged men waiting next to mine. All they had to do was stare out their windows and they’d see my date with her hand over my dick.
But that was exactly what she wanted.
The thrill stemming from the taboo nature of this act.
And Gabriela knew well enough that I wasn’t one to deny her anything.
“So?” Her lips quirked up in a wicked smile as she removed her right hand’s glove, letting the silk drop on my dashboard with a flourish.
My nerve endings sparked with anticipation.
She undid my belt buckle and lowered the zip in record time, the sound amplified in the quiet car.
Though it wasn’t as loud as the heartbeat rushing in my ears.
“Let them see what a slut I am for the hottest football player in the city.” Her breasts pressed against my chest as her mouth kissed my lobe, whispering, “Let them see me thanking him for beating the shit out of my useless ex-boyfriend.”
There she was.
My hot little vixen.
I hissed in a breath when her bare hand slid under the waistband of my briefs and pulled out my hard cock.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel and my eyes drooped at the pleasurable clench of her fist as she jerked me once from root to tip, her thumb catching the pearly drop and smearing it over the flared surface. “Fuck, Gabby.”
She tutted under her breath, glancing at me coyly through her lashes. “My, my. How long have you been like this, hm?”
I choked out a half groan, half laugh, but there was no humour in it. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you tonight.”
“Aw, my poor pretty boy.” Her melodious voice was laced with a mixture of mock condescension and pure poutiness. “I’ll make it better.”
God, she was a brat. Fuck me if I didn’t love it.
Screw it. If we were really doing this, we might as well go all the way.
I raised a hand to clutch her chin. “If you don’t finish me off by the time I park this car, I will punish you,” I said in a dark tenor. “And, Gabriela? You will swallow every drop.” I jerked her face closer until our lips brushed. “Now get to work, doll.”
Her blue eyes burned. The side of her that basked in my dominance was satiated. So was the side of hers that liked to defy me.
The light turned green.
I floored the gas.
Gabriela’s head descended onto my lap, accepting the challenge.
The first flick of her tongue against my skin was shiver-inducing. The second flick was ecstasy. And when she finally sucked my tip into the warm cavern of her mouth with a little whine—like she got off on blowing me, a rough growl ripped out of me. “Fuckkk.”
This girl was going to be my end.
Her mouth swooped down, taking an impressive amount of me despite being in such close quarters.
My groans were guttural, marrying with her small hums. She wasted no time driving me crazy, head bobbing as she sucked gluttonously, her tongue serpentine-like around my shaft, and her hands playing with my balls, leaving not a single bit of me unappreciated.
Never in my life would I forget the sight of her red lipstick staining my cock, her tits rubbing against my muscular thigh, and her snake diamond-emerald necklace winking like a thousand stars under the blurring streetlights.
God-fucking-damn.
There was no one like Gabriela.
On a cheek-hugging withdraw, she paused to kiss my tip and flash me a smile, the little rhinestone in her canine glinting. “You like my mouth, bello?”
“Love it, baby.”
“So tell me.” Her soft exhale washed over my wet skin and I cursed. “I want to hear it.”
How could I forget? We both got off on the praise.
Gabriela’s mouth fell back on my cock with a hearty suck and my eyes nearly rolled back into my skull.
“Gabriela.” I removed one hand from the wheel and placed it on the back of her head, clutching fistfuls of those long red strands. “So good. You’re doing amazing. Don’t stop. Please.”
The threat—or promise, really—of my punishment and the figurative timer she was working with fueled her to blow me like she was making a statement. No other woman could get me this heated. Only her.
The inside of my sports car filled with the sloppy noises of her mouth hoovering my cock and the nonsensical words I panted.
I was close.
So. Fucking. Close.
My little doll was loving the ever hell out of this moment.