Fallen Angel (The London Ruthless Series Book 2)

by Sadie Kincaid

  Gabriel turned to me and frowned. ‘Don’t be. I’m not.’

  ‘I shouldn’t have ... It was just …’

  ‘You were in the moment. You were happy. I like that your first instinct was to kiss me,’ he grinned and I felt my stomach do a little somersault.

  It suddenly felt very hot in his car and I wound down the window for some air.

  When we pulled up outside my dad’s house, Gabriel switched off the engine. I noticed that my dad’s car wasn’t outside meaning he wasn’t home. The house was empty.

  ‘So, can I come in while you find the scissors?’ Gabriel asked.

  ‘What?’ I blinked at him.

  ‘The scissors? I want my picture.’

  ‘Oh, of course,’ I said. ‘The picture. Yes, of course you can come in,’ I agreed, even though I knew if he came into the house, there was likely to be only one inevitable outcome.

  After letting us in, I walked into the kitchen towards the counter with Gabriel close behind me. My body, as always, was acutely aware of his presence and all of my nerve endings were on edge.

  ‘Why don’t you sit down and I’ll find those scissors,’ I said as I turned to face him.

  He continued walking towards me and I held out a hand to stop him. ‘I really think it’s better if you sit down.’

  He frowned at me. ‘Why?’

  ‘For both of our sakes, I think you should keep at least a metre distance between us at all times.’

  His frown turned to a scowl. ‘What? Why?’

  ‘Because this pregnancy has got my hormones raging, Gabe. I feel like I’m on heat. And this,’ I waved my hand in his direction. ‘Isn’t helping at all. My body just kind of gravitates towards you. It’s like it knows there’s a part of you inside it.’

  He sucked in a breath and I saw his eyes blazing with fire. I swallowed as I realised I had just handed him the keys to the cookie jar.

  He ignored my request and took another step towards me. I stepped backwards. Distance was my only defence. But then I found myself backed up against the large refrigerator. He kept walking towards me until our bodies were just inches apart. I felt the heat searing my skin. God, I wanted him so much.

  He placed his hands either side of my head and leaned his face towards mine. ‘I bet your body would like another part of me inside it, wouldn’t it?’ he growled.

  I swallowed. There was no point in denying that fact. I was practically panting with lust. There were several parts of him I’d like inside me, and he knew it.

  ‘I think we both know that’s true,’ I breathed. ‘Which is why you should go and sit on the other side of the kitchen.’

  ‘Why? We’re both adults. Let me take care of you, baby,’ he said as ran a fingertip down my cheek.

  His touch was like an electric current on my skin. ‘No. We can’t,’ I insisted.

  ‘Why can’t we? We both want this.’

  I shook my head. ‘That doesn’t mean we should do it. It will only make things more complicated.’

  ‘I don’t think things between us could get any more complicated, Sam, do you?’ he said as he edged ever closer to me.

  My heart was pounding so hard in my ears, I could barely think straight. My skin burned and that space between my thighs throbbed painfully, and I knew he could make it all go away in an instant.

  But we couldn’t. ‘It’s not like we can have no strings sex, is it?’ I said.

  ‘Well, I’m not suggesting no strings sex,’ he replied with a scowl. ‘We could never have that.’

  ‘So, what are you suggesting?’ I breathed as pressed even closer to me.

  ‘We will always have strings, Sam. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex just because we need to.’

  ‘Do we need to?’ I panted.

  ‘I do,’ he growled. ‘I can hardly think straight without you. I think about fucking you almost every minute of every day. And when I’m not doing that, I’m thinking about eating your delicious pussy.’

  I felt my insides melting like warm butter. I loved his filthy mouth. I couldn’t answer him though. I couldn’t lie and tell him that I didn’t need this when my body was so brazenly betraying me.

  ‘You don’t have to answer me, Sam, because I already know you need this. I can tell by the way your breathing has changed. The skin on your neck is turning pink the way it does when you’re turned on. You’re already thinking about how, very soon, I’m going to fuck you, and your legs are trembling in anticipation of it. So, tell me, baby, why is it such a bad idea?’

  ‘We don’t have any condoms,’ I offered feebly, grasping at any excuse as even my voice trembled now.

  ‘Why the fuck would we need them?’ he said with a frown.

  ‘We wouldn’t,’ I whispered.

  ‘So? Any other poor excuses for why we shouldn’t do this?’

  ‘We’re not together,’ I reminded him. ‘It’s hard enough being apart as it is …’

  ‘Do you think denying this will make it any easier to be apart? Do you remember how good we are together?’

  I couldn’t help but gasp as my insides contracted. Of course, I remembered every delicious way this man could make me feel. ‘Yes.’

  ‘When you get yourself off, you pretend that it’s my fingers on you instead of your own, don’t you?’ he growled and my pussy clenched in response.

  ‘You’re pretty sure of yourself,’ I mumbled.

  ‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ he glared at me and I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. He held me captive with those incredible green eyes.

  ‘You’re not,’ I whispered.

  ‘So, what’s the problem?’

  ‘It won’t change anything, Gabe.’

  ‘I know that,’ he said. Then he pressed his body against mine and I felt his erection pressing against my stomach. He bent his head to my neck and planted a soft kiss on my throat and it was my undoing. I almost came on the spot.

  ‘Not here, in my dad’s kitchen,’ I panted.

  He nodded and took my hand before leading me upstairs to my bedroom.

  Once we were inside the room, Gabriel pulled at the belt on my wrap dress and opened it before sliding it over my shoulders. He slipped his warm hands over my hips and onto my behind, pressing me into him.

  I groaned as he started to trail soft kisses up my neck. I started undoing the buttons on his shirt but he stopped me and pushed me back onto the bed. ‘Not yet, baby,’ he growled. ‘Let me take care of you first.’

  He crawled over me and planted soft kisses on my stomach as he slid my underwear down my legs. His hands ran back up my thighs, pulling them apart until I was completely open to him. He started to trail soft kisses up from my knees and all the way up to the top of my thighs, driving me crazy. He had been right in the kitchen, I needed him inside me just as much as he needed me. So, why was he being so hesitant?

  ‘You don’t have to hold back, Gabe,’ I breathed.

  ‘I won’t,’ he growled against my skin. ‘But I’ve gone six long weeks without fucking you, baby. I want to take my time. I want to taste every part of you.’

  And he did just that. Lazily exploring my body with his hands and his mouth, until I was begging him to let me come.

  ‘Soon, baby,’ he groaned. ‘Let me taste you.’

  When he finally took pity on me, I almost passed out. My orgasm exploded through that point in my body where he had his fingers and his hot mouth on me.

  As I lay, breathless and in an orgasm induced stupor, he stood up and undressed. Then he walked over to me, and took hold of my hand.

  ‘On your knees, Sam,’ he ordered.

  I allowed him to pull me up until I was kneeling on the bed, facing the large, mirrored wardrobe. He slipped onto the bed behind me, until he was kneeling too and we were both facing the mirror. He pressed his body against mine, his erection nudging against the seam of my behind. Then he pulled my hair to one side and planted a soft kiss on my neck.

  ‘Do you see how beautiful you are, Sam? Do y
ou see how good we look together?’

  I felt the skin on my cheeks flush pink as I looked at the two of us in the mirror. I watched as his left arm snaked around my body until his forearm was pressed against my breasts and he began teasing my right nipple, rolling it around between his finger and thumb. I moaned loudly as I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his hard body against mine.

  God, I had missed him so much.

  When his right hand slipped over my hip and between my thighs, I whimpered in response. He found my swollen clit and began to rub slowly as he continued nuzzling my neck and tugging at my nipples.

  ‘Is that good?’ he whispered in my ear.

  ‘Yes,’ I just about managed to get the word out.

  ‘Look in the mirror and spread your legs,’ he ordered. ‘I want you to watch when I slide my cock into you.’

  I felt his words deep in my core as I felt another orgasm building. I looked in the mirror, at our bodies melded together as I spread my legs further apart. My cheeks flamed with desire and longing as I watched him slide his huge cock into me.

  ‘Gabe,’ I cried out as he slowly started to thrust into me. My senses were completely overloaded. He continued his assault on all my favourite pleasure points and I suddenly felt like I was falling. The pressure was intense and incredible. I was about to completely lose myself to him.

  ‘Gabe, stop!’ I panted.

  He stopped moving, but he stayed inside me and kept his hands where they were.

  ‘What’s wrong, baby?’ he asked, his voice full of concern.

  ‘I just need a minute. It’s so intense.’

  ‘In a good way or a bad way?’ he asked.

  I smiled at him in the mirror. ‘Good.’

  ‘So, why am I stopping then?’ he said as he planted a soft kiss on my shoulder blade.

  ‘Because I feel overwhelmed.’

  ‘Well, that’s kind of the point, baby. You feel overwhelmed because I’m doing all of your favourite things at the same time. Because I’m kissing your neck, and you love that. You love having your nipples played with. You can hardly control yourself when I rub your clit, but most of all, you love being filled by my cock, don’t you?’

  Not to mention the dirty talk! ‘Yes. But I feel like I’m going to completely lose control.’

  ‘And why is that a bad thing, Sam?’ he whispered. ‘Let go. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.’

  I tipped my head back against him. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to speak. ‘I know,’ I whispered hoarsely.

  ‘So, shall I carry on?’

  ‘Yes.’

  He kissed my neck as he drove further into me, and his hands continued their previous endeavours.

  Every single part of my body felt like it was on fire. My blood thundered around my body. My heart hammered in my chest. The tightening in my core was so intense, I thought I might pass out at any minute.

  ‘Do you see how good you look when you’re full of my cock, baby?’ he growled and his filthy talk was my undoing.

  I felt the orgasm tearing through my body, trying to burst out of every place where he had his hands on me, before funnelling back through my core and rolling through my abdomen and legs in wave after wave. My legs trembled violently and he had to hold me upright as he gave a few final thrusts before he found his own release.

  He pulled out of me and lay me gently down on the bed, lying beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist.

  ‘You’re the devil,’ I hissed.

  ‘The devil?’ he flashed an eyebrow at me. ‘You used to call me your angel.’

  ‘Angels don’t torture people like that.’

  ‘That was torture?’

  ‘Delicious torture,’ I said with a smile. ‘I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stand up for at least an hour.’

  ‘Good. Because I’m happy to stay right here for as long as you need to,’ he said as he pulled me closer. ‘And I’ll be ready for round two in about ten minutes.’

  I rested my head under his chin. I should tell him to go. This closeness between us wasn’t helping matters.

  But I couldn’t. I ran my hand over the tattoos on his chest. I loved his body. But more than that, I loved his soul. He was the missing part of me.

  So, why did he have to go and fuck it all up? And why couldn’t I let him go?

  I needed his touch like I needed air. I railed against the feeling of being owned, but I couldn’t escape that fact that my body was completely his.

  A few hours later, I was lying with my head on Gabriel’s chest and his strong arms wrapped around me. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest as we both recovered from our exertions.

  He had spent the entire afternoon reminding me of how good we were together. He had fucked me over and over again. It had been hot and passionate and intense – but it didn’t change the fact that he had screwed his ex-wife when we’d been apart and she was having his baby. I could never get past that, no matter how much I wanted to.

  ‘Did I tell you that one of our bouncer’s wives has just set up her own business doing those 4D scans?’ Gabriel asked me.

  ‘Has she? I’ve seen those, they’re really good.’

  ‘What do you think? Shall we book one?’

  I looked up at him. ‘I don’t know. Have you seen how detailed they are? I’d kind of feel like I’d seen our baby’s face properly, and I’m not sure I want to – not until he’s born. Does that make sense?’

  He smiled. ‘Whatever you decide.’

  ‘I’ll think about it though. And it’s handy to know if we ever change our minds?’ I said and suddenly realised I’d said we. As though we were still a unit – a couple. And we weren’t. Not any more.

  Gabriel planted a kiss on my head and hugged me tighter. As I was wondering how best to extricate myself from his embrace, I heard the front door opening.

  ‘Crap. It’s my dad,’ I said as I sat up straight. ‘Quick, you need to get out of here.’

  ‘Shit!’ Gabriel muttered as we both jumped out of bed and started dressing.

  ‘You need to go now,’ I hissed to him.

  ‘What are you suggesting? That I climb out of the window?’ he asked with a smile.

  ‘My dad can’t know about this.’

  He stopped dressing and stared at me. ‘Sam! You’re carrying my child. I think he knows that we have sex.’

  ‘He knows we used to. But we’re not supposed to any more.’

  He scowled at me and then he bent and picked something up off the floor. ‘Here,’ he said as he threw my bra to me.

  ‘Thanks.’

  ‘I’m missing a sock?’ he said.

  ‘Under there,’ I replied as I saw the tip of it peeking out beneath the bed.

  A moment later, we were both dressed and headed down the stairs as my father was standing in the hallway shouting my name.

  ‘Hi, Dad,’ I said as I jogged down the stairs.

  He looked up at me and smiled, and then he noticed Gabriel walking behind me and flashed his eyebrows.

  ‘I was just showing Gabriel something I bought for the baby,’ I said quickly.

  ‘Oh, is that what you call it?’ my dad said with a grin.

  ‘Hi, Seb,’ Gabriel said.

  ‘You staying for a brew, mate?’ my dad asked him.

  Gabriel looked at me and then he shook his head. ‘No, I think I’d better go.’

  ‘Okay. I’ll see you at work later?’ my dad replied, then he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen.

  We reached the bottom of the stairs and Gabriel slipped his arms around my waist. I tried to shrug him off, but he held me firmly in place.

  ‘Gabe,’ I said with a sigh.

  ‘I know. Nothing’s changed,’ he said as he leaned his head towards me. ‘But thank you for this afternoon,’ he smiled before leaning closer.

  His lips brushed mine softly and my treacherous body melted into him. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. ‘I love to hear you moaning my
name, Sam.’

  My insides clenched at his words. I put my hands on his chest. ‘You need to leave. This can’t happen again.’

  He stepped back from me. ‘But you already know that it will, right?’ he said in that low growl of his. Then he turned on his heel and left.

  I leaned against the wall and let out a long, slow breath. That had been incredibly stupid. But it had also been incredibly worth it.

  Chapter 15

  Gabriel

  I climbed into my car and leaned my head against the headrest. My heart had only just stopped pounding. I could fuck Samantha Donovan every hour of every day and it would never be enough.

  I could still taste her on me. I could smell her on me, and it made my dick twitch. I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t live without her. I needed her back by my side and the sooner I made that happen, the better for everyone.

  I slipped the scan photograph out of my jacket pocket and stared at it.

  Our beautiful, strong boy.

  The picture was perfect. The sonographer had said he was posing to have his photograph taken. I looked at the name on the top. Samantha Donovan. Along with the date of the scan and our boy’s gestation – twenty weeks and one day.

  I took out my phone and looked at the similar photograph Jennifer had sent me. She had cropped it in such a way that only the image was showing. None of the information was visible.

  Maybe it was just the way she’d taken the photo? Or maybe there was something more to it?

  Chapter 16

  Gabriel

  I walked into my office at Archangel Securities and was surprised to see Sebastian still there. I checked my watch and noticed it was almost eight o’clock. He rarely worked late, and since Samantha had moved back home with him, he ate dinner with her every night. He loved cooking, and he loved cooking for her. It was one of the ways he showed his love and affection.

  ‘What are you still doing here?’ I asked him. ‘I thought you’d be at home with Samantha?’

  He looked up at me and blinked. ‘What?’

  ‘I said what are you doing here?’ I stared at him. Something was off.