Chapter 24
POV: Gabrielle?
I woke to thin cracks of light breaking through.
It warmed my skin, causing me to roll to my side and slowly blink open my eyes.
Dane was sleeping soundly next to me, his breathing soft and steady and his eyes were still pressed closed.
I watched him for a moment, studying the way his chest rose up and down, in soft, sharp breaths—the way his dark hair clung to his forehead—the way the cracks of light made his muscles look shaper and toned.
Then it hit me.
The light.
Where there was light, there were also windows.
I instantly got to my feet, tiptoeing towards the window and lifting up the shade and exposing clear paneled windows.
I tilted my head back to revel the warmth the light offered, feeling my body relax and my mind at peace.
A thought crossed my mind in that instant.
Maybe the windows opened?
Instantly, my fingers ran over the base of the window, searching for a mechanism. Eventually, they landed on a small clasp and with a flick of my thumb, I pushed open the window, breathing in fresh, free air.
Before I could fully take it all in—the light—the air—the relief, a hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me back and tossing me back onto the bed.
Dane towered over me now with his eyes narrowed, lips thin, jaw ticking and fists bunched into tight wound balls.
“So, that was your big escape plan? Fuck me so that you could escape?” he sneered, stepping forward and wrapping his hand fully around my throat.
A gasp left my mouth as I struggled to breathe freely. His hand clutching my windpipe made things like breathing kind of hard.
But as I looked up at him, words fumbling out of my mouth in gasp, I realized it.
Dane tightened his hold on my throat and it made me realize that this—actually made me want him more.
Because in his eyes, I saw clarity.
I saw…
Fear.
Fear of losing me.
I always thought—no, dreamed of a guy looking at me like Dane looked at me now.
And no matter how fucked up it was, I was into it.
I was into his aggressive demeanor. I was into the dom-sub lifestyle, though I hadn’t ever experienced it before him. I was into a soft—consensual choking.
He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, squeezing my throat tighter before slowly releasing his grip, lifting my body and slinging me over his shoulder. “If you want to play games, Belle then we’ll play. But I must warn you, I always win.”
I was draped over his back, my gaze tracing the line of his broad shoulders and the way his frame filled out his gray boxers.
I guess I never noticed the way his ass looked before, because I was too busy either absolutely loathing him or lusting after him and sometimes at the same exact time.
I should have wanted him to take me back to my room and lock the door. I should have wanted to be alone—to sit with my thoughts and make sense of my mistake, of sleeping with my kidnapper. I should have run when I had the chance last night.
But the truth was—I didn’t want to run. I didn’t want to be back alone in my room. I didn’t regret sleeping with Dane.
If anything, I wanted to do it…again, over and over…again.
So, like the depraved, serial-killer obsessed girl I was, I made another bad decision.
I began slamming my fists into his lower back as hard as I could, causing him to stop at his doorway, place me back onto my feet and back me into the corner of the hallway. His hand went back to my throat, anchoring me in place. And I swear to god, I felt my pussy literally vibrate from excitement.
I liked this. I really fucking liked this.
I squirmed, slamming my fist into his side and wriggling out of his grasp just enough that I broke free. If only for a second.
Before I knew it, his arms wrapped around me and he pushed me back into the wall.
“Now, if I didn’t know any better than I’d think you’re doing this on purpose, Belle.” His thumb dragged across my belly button, causing my body to seize.
“Maybe I am,” I winked, tilting my head up and pressing the back of it into the wall.
His thumb dragged lower, right above my clit, teasing me and torturing me at the same time. “You should know better than to play games, Belle.”
Oh, I knew better.
“Especially a game that you’d lose.”
“Maybe I don’t want to win,” I said quickly, almost too quickly.
He cocked an eyebrow, grinning, and making me want him even more.
Fuck, he looked beautiful, disgusting beautiful, all muscular and toned and angsty and dangerous.
His hips bucked against me again, causing my eyelids to flutter. “Fuck, Belle.”
“Fuck, Dane,” I drawled out, running my hands along his lower back.
“I think you’re just as messed up as I am,” he chuckled, bucking his hips back into my stomach, causing me to wet further.
And I couldn’t stop thinking of it. The forbidden thoughts.
Of him inside of me. Again.
“I think so,” I whispered as my hand traced the bottom of his stomach then lower, so low that I ran a finger over his clothed cock.
“I know so,” he said, his eyes darkening with every touch.
I ran my palm fully over his cock now, feeling it harden with each caress.
He fought back a growl. “Are you trying to make you fuck you against this wall?”
I smirked as I pushed down his boxers and exposed his length.
“Maybe.” I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking him.
A groan echoed from Dane’s mouth as I watched him lose full control. His grip weakened around me, as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
I worked his cock with my palm, stroking him slowly and rubbing my thumb across his tip, bringing him further and further with each tug.
“Fuck, Belle,” he groaned out, his eyes slowly opening and finding their way back to my face. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”
I pumped my palm over his cock one last time, before putting my arms over my head and letting them rest against the wall. “I want you to fuck me against this wall, Dane.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He flipped my body around, pressing my chest against the wall and arching my back so that my ass grazed his erection.
I moaned into the wall as his cold hands slid over my hips and his nails dug into my sides. Slowly, at a painfully slow pace, he pressed into me and bent me forward. His warm breath caressed my ear as he whispered, “I don’t believe you.”
I laughed, not because it was funny but because it made me so fucking turned on.
“Something funny, Belle?”
“Not at all,” I rasped.
He bucked his hips into me again. “Not convincing.” His thumb found its way between my legs as he began working my clit up and down.
I moaned into the wall and widened my stance, giving him better access to my pussy.
“So slick,” he muttered into my ear, slipping a finger inside me and causing my legs to wobble. “So tight.”
“Dane,” I all but begged. “Please.”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need,” he cooed, pumping his finger through my slickness.
“I need—” I moaned out, feeling his thumb work my clit at the same time. “I need—you inside me.”
“Do you?” he asked, chuckling, enjoying torturing me.
“Yes!” I cried out, almost at my edge.
His thumb flicked my sensitive bud another time, as his finger worked me to my edge.
A deafening moan left my mouth as my body slumped against the wall.
Out of breath, I watched with wide, captivated eyes as Dane pressed his engorged cock against my slick entrance way.
“Still want me inside you?” he asked, his tip ready to burrow inside of me.
“Yes,” I nodded.
He slid inside of me with one, long, powerful thrust and I screamed, I screamed because fuck, it felt good. It felt amazing.
“Fuck,” I whispered, as he thrusted again, holding my hips and using them to his advantage.
“Oh, Belle. I think you’re worse than me,” he grunted as he slipped into me again, ramming his cock in and out of me, while pushing my face into the wall.
I whined each time his cock left me. But euphoria was soon replaced each time he re-entered me.
“You feel so perfect,” he told me, thrusting into me again. “Tell me, Belle…tell me what you want.”
“I want..” I moaned, as his cock slipped into me again, this time harder and faster. “I want you to…” He drove into me again, causing me to groan. “I want you to fuck me!”
“Baby, why didn’t you say that before?” he laughed dryly, before using one of his hands to spread my pussy wider for him, and pierce me again.
I cried out weakly, begging for him to fill me again and again, faster and rougher. “Come for me, Dane.”
Like clockwork, he removed himself from my opening and dispensed his warm, sticky cum onto my back.
I slumped forward into the wall with hooded eyes and glanced back at him.
Dane was smiling, that wicked, perfect, calculated smile of his. “You surprised me, Belle.”
Shit, I surprised myself, too.
But I knew one thing for certain, this has been the best sex of my life.