“Move her stuff to my room,” he ordered Branby as we came inside.
There was that smell again
“Wait—what—no—” I protested.
I looked wildly over at Lucian.
Surely he’d object tothat.
But he didn’t, only nodded.
He didn’t meet my eyes.
Gabriel smelled like salt and power, his heavy hand clamped onto my shoulder.
There was still straw in my goddamn hair when he shoved me into his room.
I only got a flash of it before he threw me onto the bed, glimmering dark flashes of expensive electronics paired with heavy, sinister paintings that might have been hanging in this same room for generations.
“You’ll be here with me from now on,” he said, and there was a note of exultation in my voice that I recognized very well from my studies.
Possession
He had marked me as his own.
Gabriel pulled off his T-shirt, his eyes still on me. His body was ungodly, ripples of abdominal muscles and sleek, deadly lines of power.
He pulled down his pants and settled over my body, pointing his dick at my mouth.
“Clean me off,” he said. “I’m ready to go again.”
CHAPTER 11
The next morning, I woke up as if in a fog, aching all over. My dreams had been strange and chaotic things, and suddenly my body jerked as I felt a heavy, dull pain in my ass.
“Ouch, Gabriel!”
“Squeal if you want, but my dick is going in your ass when I want it. And I want it now.”
One hand was on his cock, the other on my cheeks, spreading me wide for him.
My ass wasn’t built for his size, it wasn’t ready for his size, but he spat on his cock, pressed it in past resistance until every muscle in my body was tensed, like I was afraid to move or he’d shatter me apart.
Since he wanted me to scream, I resolved not to for as long as I could, my hands clutched out at the sheets, wishing desperately I could lever my body out of the bed and run away from him.
“It’s not going to go in!”
“Not only is it going in, but you’re going to come for me.”
Inch by arduous inch, he moved inside me as I poured with sweat, gritting my teeth until I could stand it no longer and I had to let loose with whimpers and moans.
My cunt was puffed-up and swollen, rubbing on the bed until I felt like I was going to scream with frustration.
It was such a depraved intimacy to feel him so close to me, his eyes greedily watching my every move.
“Take it,” he ordered with each inch as the discomfort seized up my muscles, ground my clit down harder onto the mattress.
I came so hard I might have blacked out, stars clustering in my vision as the dueling sensations of throbbing, erotic pain mixed with the urgent needs of my swollen cunt.
