Chapter 12 #2
I do as he says and lay on the cold, hard ground. In this moment, I don’t care. Gabriel lifts my hips up higher, driving his face in deeper as if that were possible. His tongue slips into my entrance, making me moan.
My hands find my breasts. Through the silk of my nightgown, it makes my skin feel more electric. More alive.
“Gabriel,” I gasp. “Oh. Oh!”
“Scream my name for me,” he commands. “Scream it.”
I want to disobey him. Remind him that he doesn’t get to control every aspect of my life but in this moment, I want to do as he says. I want to scream his name.
“Gabriel,” I moan. Every lick of his lips also presses the tip of his nose against my clit, making me more sensitive. “Gabriel.”
“That’s it, baby. You’re my good girl.” He licks me harder and firmer. My eyes flutter closed from the pleasure of it all. Mark’s screams are a distant memory.
In one quick motion, Gabriel sits up and brings his hand to my legs, inserting his finger roughly inside of me.
“It hurts,” I gasp.
“Get used to it, baby.” He runs his finger in and out of me without mercy.
The shock of it makes me clamp down on his finger.
“It will be my cock one day. You’ll be begging for it.
You need to be ready for me.” His finger moves faster.
The roughness of it all makes me feel more alive than anything ever has.
I whine and moan at the same time. Unhinged. It’s the only way to explain what I’m feeling.
Gabriel brings his thumb to my clit and presses down hard. I cry out.
“It’s too much. Too much.”
“You can take it.” He shoves my nightgown strap down my arm, exposing my breast and leans down and captures my nipple between his lips.
Gabriel removes his finger from inside of me and finds my clit, flicking it again and again and again until I can’t take it anymore.
My orgasm hits me like an explosion. For a moment, I’m not even sure I can breathe but then my vision clears and my body calms down.
He cups my pussy, claiming me again. “You are mine,” he whispers darkly into my ear.
“If I’m yours, then why do you push me away?” Why does it bother me so much? I shouldn’t want to know the man who is my captor. But is he really my captor when I made the choice to stay here?
Gabriel’s answer is to pull away from me and fix my nightgown back into place. “I don’t want that fucker looking at you a moment longer.” He pulls me to my feet and picks the knife off the ground, placing it in my hands. “Will you still stay? Or leave? You know your choices.”
My body is still tingling from the pleasure he just showed me. The confusing, all-consuming pleasure.
I look at Mark, who’s struggling against the ties binding him to the table. He’s a lot older than I first thought he was. Probably in his late forties.
“You are disgusting,” Mark hisses at me. “Disgusting.”
“I can’t kill him,” I whisper.
Gabriel grabs my hand and places the knife over Mark’s chest. “It’s easy. Give in to the darkness.”
“Do you truly want me to? Are you happy in the darkness, Gabriel? You don’t have to be.”
“It’s all I’ve ever known.”
“Because of Giovanni? Because of what he did to your family? What did he do exactly?”
Gabriel’s hand tightens over mine. “Are you going to kill him or not? It’s your choice.”
“I’m not a monster like you are.”
“No. But you did let this monster eat you out just now.”
I blush. He’s not wrong and I hate it. I force myself to look into Gabriel’s eyes. “I can’t kill this man but I can’t make myself leave. Not until I know the full truth.”
Gabriel and I stand there, looking at each other, neither one wanting to give in to the other.
We both let our guards down and that’s when Mark attacks.
He manages to wriggle his arm free from one of the binds and grabs the knife from me, slashing it across my arm, cutting me… deeply. Right across the wrist. I gasp, stumbling back, clutching my wrist to my arm. It’s bleeding fast.
Gabriel only looks stunned for a moment before he grabs the knife back from Mark and jams it into his heart, killing him instantly.
“Aurora?” Gabriel rushes to my side and grabs my wrist. “Fuck. You’re bleeding. Bad.”
“I feel… woozy.” I slump against him as more of my blood leaves me.
“I got you. I got you.” It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Gabriel sound this… scared. But he couldn’t possibly be scared for me. He doesn’t love me. Doesn’t care for me because a person who cares for someone doesn’t treat them the way Gabriel does.
He carries me upstairs and into the kitchen. It’s late at night so the staff have already gone to bed. He scrambles through a drawer until he finds gauze and wraps it around my wrist.
“I need to get you to the hospital. You’re going to bleed out otherwise. Why the fuck were you down there? If you hadn’t gone down there, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Damn it, Aurora.” He’s speaking so fast, I can barely keep up. None of what he says makes any sense to me.
Gabriel carries me to his car and quickly drives us away from the house. I can feel myself getting more and more lightheaded by the second. The gauze around my wrist has quickly turned from white to red. It’s completely soaked.
I don’t want to die. I have to fight for my father.
But I can feel the fight leaving me.
“You can’t die,” Gabriel says. I can barely hear him. “You can’t die. I’m not going to lose you like my family.”
I frown. What does he mean by that? But I’m too tired to ask. I have no more energy inside of me.
It barely dawns on me when Gabriel parks the car and carries me to a building. A hospital, I realize. The bright lights help zap me awake for just a moment as I’m placed on a gurney and wheeled away from Gabriel by nurses and doctors.
The last thing I see is the worry etched on Gabriel’s face.