Chapter 57

Gabriel always keeps his word. He let me run through the house, chasing me as if he were a predator and I, his favorite prey.

“Caught you,” he muttered when I tripped on one of the back stairs. He sat over me, his knees on either side, careful not to put his weight on me. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, my little mouse?”

His hands gripped my shirt from behind and tore it. I gasped, left in only my bra, face down on the stairs.

“The… cameras…” I breathed.

“You really think I’m going to let someone watch you naked, baby?” he mumbled, kissing my back while unhooking my bra. “I might if you’re into that kink, but then I’d have to gouge their eyes out. Actually, no, not even then. Don’t want it to live in their memory either.”

He smacked my buttocks, and I gasped. I doubted this was his form of dirty talk, but it turned me on intensely. His possessiveness, his protectiveness, him—he could read Shakespeare to me in this position, and I would still be aroused.

He pulled my pants down without unbuttoning them, letting them pool at my ankles. I wriggled to get them off completely, but couldn't because his hands were holding my arms down from behind. He then thrusted against me; I could feel his erection through his pants.

“At my mercy, as it should be.” He bit my neck, and I cried out his name.

There was a pause. His belt was unbuckled, and his pants removed.

“You feel me, little mouse?” He positioned himself at the entrance to my anus, his fingers tracing my wetness.

“Gabriel…” My eyes widened.

“You remember the safe word?”

I nodded. Excited. Confused. Scared. All at once. He was stroking himself, applying lubricant. He was going to penetrate my anus.

“What are you doing? Gabriel. Stop.” I was terrified; I was a virgin. I couldn’t bring myself to say the safe word.

“Ask me to stop, and I’ll just go harder. If you really want me to stop, use the safe word.”

“S-Stop.”

He pulled my body up, spreading my buttocks so far they hurt. He spanked me while positioning himself at my entrance, then released my buttocks. They clasped around his penis, even though he was inside by barely an inch.

“Gabriel, stop.”

He pushed inside another inch, or more. I don’t know; I blacked out for a moment—the pain, the pleasure, my stomach doing flips.

He was fully inside me when I focused on him again. My vagina was dripping.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes,” I replied, shaking my head.

He withdrew slightly, then thrusted again.

“Fuck!” I screamed. This wasn’t like losing my virginity; it was so much more.

“So tight,” he murmured. Another thrust. “Just made for me.” Another thrust. “Taking it in so perfectly…” More thrusts.

I moaned. I begged. I screamed, even though I knew I shouldn’t—my vocal cords had only healed a few weeks ago. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.

I was a dripping mess. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him to go harder, even if I couldn’t take it—especially if I couldn’t take it.

The orgasm that hit was unlike any I’d ever experienced—more intense, something I couldn’t describe. It was awesome.

I was sweating despite the cold, and when he released me, I slumped onto the carpeted stairs, eyes closed. I could literally see stars.

But the high of my climax didn’t last long, because Gabriel claimed my other opening without warning, thrusting all the way inside. He was pounding my vagina as he’d promised, even though I was completely overwhelmed.

“G-G-Gab…Gabriel,” I moaned as his thrusts quickened, and tears filled my eyes. My anus hurt, and now so did my vagina, especially as he pinched it and spanked my buttocks while f*cking me.

My eyes were shut; I had given up trying to open them. He leaned over me, sinking his teeth into my neck, pressing my breasts so hard it hurt. It hurt a lot. But I think I was aroused by the pain because I loved it, especially when he pinched my nipples.

I yelped. I gasped. I squirmed. I wriggled. He didn’t let me go, not even when I asked him to stop. I begged him to stop. Each time, he told me that if I really wanted him to, I could use the safe word. I didn’t.

I liked surrendering control; I liked that he did things to me without my permission. It was a messed-up kink; it made me feel ashamed and guilty sometimes. But when I was under him, when he took me without my permission, when he went harder and harder every time I asked him to stop, as if I had awakened a beast within him, an insatiable animal, I didn’t feel bad about it anymore. I let go of my control, and all I felt was desired, touched, by the right man, who I knew would pick me up and take me to our bed after he’d finished.

Chapter 57

And God, was he good at this. I came three times before he did, and then slept next to him on the stairs, panting, sweaty, naked, hair messed up—my favorite look on him.

“I didn’t use a condom, fuck,” he said, turning his head to me. “I didn’t think I needed a condom for what I was about to do, and then I saw your vagina dripping and I just…lost control. I’m so sorry.”

“If this is your apology, I might be gearing up for round four,” I said, smiling softly.

He raised his eyebrows before pulling a smile to his lips and leaning over me again. “That can be arranged.”

I giggled, and he kissed me—a soft kiss. The sudden realization hit me that we were kissing after more than a month, and it seemed he thought the same thing, because he bent down again and kissed me deeper, more passionately, igniting magic in my stomach. Then he pulled away, just as breathless as me.

I passed my hand through his messy hair. “Did you come inside me?”

“No, I don’t think so. Freckles, you make me lose control.”

I kissed his chin. “I’ll take a pill later, just to be safe.”

He looked hesitant. “You sure? It has side effects.”

“I’ll be okay.” A little giggle escaped my lips. He cared for me in the small ways, and those always won my heart. “Where is everyone in the house?”

“I sent them to see their families.”

“All of them?”

He grinned, a sparkle in his eyes, his voice husky and swoon-worthy. “All of them.”

I shook my head. He added, “Now, let me take care of you.”

Then he picked me up in his arms and took me to bed, just as I thought he would, running me a bath because he thought I’d be sore. I was, and I might even need a painkiller. But it was totally worth it.

When he put me in the tub and washed my hair, I realized I was irrevocably in love with him. There was no going back, ever.