by Eva K. More
He scoffed. “And look how that turned out.”
Frustrated, Kat raised her hands and gripped her hair tightly. “Well, I’m sorry you had to save me once again.”
“It’s not that I had to save you, but that you got yourself nearly killed again!” He almost yelled, and Kat made a considerable effort not to wince.
“Obviously I’m a burden for you. So why don’t you just let me deal with this mess on my own then? Let me go.”
Narrowing his eyes at her, Gabriel lowered his voice into something dark and heavy. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re not responsible for me; you are not my father!” Agitated, she had started to gesticulate with her hands, pointing them at her chest with her last statement. And with that, he took a threatening step closer to her, making her hard to resist taking one back.
Then his eyes captured hers again. “Pretty damn sure I’m not your father,” he growled.
And as soon as his words were out, her breath left her in a rush, and she felt that same terrifying sensation she had days ago. “You are attracted to me?” She asked, confused, and obfuscated.
If it weren’t for the accusing undertone, he might have reacted more subtly, but the widening of his eyes betrayed him, and to make it worse, he retracted to one of his old techniques, turning his back to her.
“Don’t embarrass yourself,” he said with a lot less heat than he had packed in his previous words.
She gripped his shoulder and tried to bring his hackles up again. “No, you are.”
Fascinated and even a little delighted, she watched the internal struggle in his stormy eyes. She had spent the past few days thinking he hated her.
Instead of answering her with words, he pointed one arm into the direction of his door, his expression guarded. “You need to leave now. We’ve had the talk you wanted, now go.”
Oh no! He would not shut me out again; he would not return to his distant and aloof self.
Additionally, there was this heady feeling of power, longing, and curiosity that had settled deep into the pit of her stomach. There was something there, something she wanted, no, needed to explore. If she could not control her life, could she control the Beast? Could there be a way for her to reach him on a deeper level, to make him react?
“No!” In the dim light, she couldn’t see the details of his face, but she felt the tension in his muscles as she pulled at him roughly. “I’m not finished yet.”
“I am,” he hissed. “I don’t care about what spoilt little bitches want.”
Anger hit her like a tidal wave then. She wasn’t a bad girl, so he shouldn’t have to be ashamed of being attracted to her. She didn’t deserve to be called names.
It happened fast then. Kat wrenched herself from Gabriel with such a force that they stumbled on some shoes lying on the floor and fell on his bed, him on top of her.
The lines blurred then.
What might have started as an accident turned into a dark obsession the moment her bare thighs touched the skin of his torso. Still seething due to the careless way he had handled his part of the conversation, the sudden urge to hurt him and claw at his skin, the desire to prove his words wrong, had her locking her arms around his neck and pulling on his wet hair with one hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled, taken off guard.
“Behaving like a bitch,” she spat in anger, heat rushing through her veins. She was summoning the Beast and pushing Gabriel to the background.
Kat thought Beast might get away from her as she laid sprawled on his bed with him on top, between her legs, and her feet behind his lower back. And he could have easily stood up with his barely constrained strength, but instead, he folded one arm next to her head and stretched the other one to her hip, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her behind, holding tightly onto her flesh.
“Lina would be proud,” he snarled, and she bristled with what she thought felt like a punch at her gut.
“You don’t like it?” she replied, gritting her teeth and delivering words that she knew would feel just as hard as his.
He ground his pelvis against hers, and she felt his hardness between her legs. “Not at all.”
“Liar,” she whispered, her anger simmering, but mostly replaced by a different kind of emotion. She tugged on his hair again and bared his throat to her as she latched onto the skin there. Biting it - in fury, in lust - and feeling a heaviness in her lower abdomen when the cold metal of the mask brushed her chin.
“Is that what you had in mind when you said I pranced around men? Around you?” Kat asked with a breathy voice. She felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers.
“No,” he breathed harshly. “Let go of me.”
Instead, she wound her body tighter around his and let go of his hair only to grip his neck.
“Damn!” he groaned as he leaned his forehead on hers and whipped his lower body powerfully down, and the electric press of his rigid member on her soft mound sent a shockwave of lust into her system.
This was what she wanted, what she craved.
All her bottled emotions could float freely now as she let herself experience the Beast in a way that would finally channel all her negative emotions into one powerful action.
Suddenly he stopped his movements and ripped his hand from her soft flesh. “That’s enough, little bird. Let go of me,” he repeated in a gravelly voice and lifted his chest off the bed.
“No,” Kat said and clung even harder to him.
His skin felt hot to the touch, and the damp towel between them roughened up the insides of her thighs. Beast moved his hips more forcefully against her so that Kat could feel his hardness on her swollen flesh. He pumped against her a few more times before stopping once again. The restraint of his moves made his muscles quiver.
“Damn it!” he hissed and glared at her in a mixture of hunger and need. “Why are you doing this?”
She couldn’t remember it so clearly anymore, but wouldn’t admit that to him. “I’m proving a point.”
“Jesus, Kat. What’s the point?” He replied, groaning. “Never mind, stop.” He continued, but at this point, he was unable to control his movements any longer. He hit the right spot, and she moaned.
“But I like it,” Kat mewled, gasping, and closed her eyes. The need to be ravished and consumed by him had pushed all the other thoughts in her brain away.
Then he pushed off her, ripping her limbs from his body, and sat down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. She followed suit, but instead of sitting next to him, she made a choice and ended up sitting on his lap with both of her thighs on his sides, straddling him. Her hands gripped his wide neck, nails biting into his damp skin, just as Beast’s hand moved to her hair and fisted it, pulling on it.
“Do you know what you’re doing? What you are offering?” His question sounded more like a dark accusation, but Kat had already plunged too deep into oblivion to take notice.
With their change of position, the towel had slipped, and now the only thing separating the hot and silky flesh of his cock from her wet entrance was the flimsy material of her panties. A guttural groan rose from deep within his chest as she rubbed her core against him.
“Stop that,” he said without conviction as she repeated her movement, longing to feel so much more of him, and she sensed him laying his other hand on her thigh, his fingers digging into the skin, no doubt leaving bruises.
The crotch of her panties was already soaked, gliding smoothly over his shaft. “No,” she breathed as her hips rotated. She was in control now; with each second, she felt Beast’s resolve shatter and crumble.
His breath sounded harsher through the mask, and her panting increased with every rub. Kat wasn’t afraid that he would stop her because she felt his resistance melt away thoroughly, and she relished in the fact that his muscles were tense from restraining his power, a power she wanted to feel with her every sense.
“Push me away if you don’t want me.” She chall
enged him with another gliding motion, daring him to capitulate to his urges.
The sound he made was half a painful laughter, half a deep groan. “I tried.”
Another slide. “Not hard enough.”
“I’m pretty damn hard, all right, little bird.” He replied as he got his face closer to hers, pressing his forehead against hers and grabbing the back of her head with such force that Kat thought he wanted to melt them both together.
“Show me.” She whispered.
The intensity in which he was watching her had her nearly combust, but it was what followed next that had her seeing stars.
The hand in her hair loosened and turned to grasp the nape of her neck as the other one caressed the top of her thigh before slowly pushing her panties aside. When she felt Beast’s cold fingers probe her, going back and forth between her wet folds, Kat thought that she might explode at any second.
“Damn. I tried to keep my fingers off of you. I warned you, little bird. Now take it,” he said darkly. “Take everything I give you.”
“Yes.”
His intense gaze never left hers, daring her to look away, like he was punishing her for driving him to this point. However, Kat’s gaze didn’t waver, and she tensed in anticipation of him owning her in the most primal way. She moaned when he entered her, slowly sliding his warm cock inside her. Such a contrast to his fingers.
She had thought that he would be big, but she couldn’t have imagined the bittersweet ache of him filling her so entirely. It was a sensation unlike anything else, and it made her delirious.
“Yes, good girl,” he cooed huskily.
Half desperate, she started moving her hips, craving more of the friction.
“Easy,” he said, steadying her hips. But she didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted fast and earthshattering, so she shook her head.
No.
“God damn it!” he hissed as he broke eye contact, and his animal side took over.
Both of his hands grasped her flesh tightly and guided her unexperienced movements into a brutal, punishing rhythm. She savored the feeling of his hard thighs against her buttocks and the controlled strength of his upper arms.
Outside, the rain was falling heavily, and inside, their combined panting filled the room.
With the way he was holding her, she was sure that she would bruise, but it didn’t matter. All she wanted was to rise higher, soar into an unknown peak that she could nearly taste on her tongue, and deeper still, there was a part of her that wanted to break him, to see him tremble beneath her fingers.
To know that he was losing all his senses because of her.
Kat could feel him everywhere at once, inside of her, on her skin, grabbing her hip while he guided her at a fast pace, over her clothes as she felt one of his hands leaving her hip and take hold of a breast, pinching her hard nipple through the fabric. She smelt him, molded her fingers on the hard planes of his shoulders: such a savage, such a Beast, such a man.
She hadn’t known sex could be so consuming, so incredible. A strange itch consumed her, one that she knew only Beast could scratch inside of her, so she fastened her movement, desperate to find release.
Her hands fisted in his hair as the tingling in her body increased. When he moved one of his thumbs to press it against her center, only a small space away from where they connected, on that place where she sometimes touched as she read one of her steamy novels, she cried out incoherent words.
Even with her eyes closed, she was blinded by a startling light. A prickling spread across her body, and she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her cry, but it was to no avail. With a sense of completion, she realized that an orgasm had washed over her like a tidal wave of ecstasy.
Beast let out a harsh growl as he moved her hips more forcefully, pushing his own upward, meeting her thrusts in a frenzied pace.
If it hadn’t been a critical factor in her satisfaction, she might have looked away and relished in the sensations of her own body, but she looked at him when he let out that low, deep growl, a combination of a groan and a harsh breath. Whereas she had closed her eyes at her climax, he kept looking right at her when he came. And he wasn’t looking through her, but he was actually seeing her, watching her as his last shudders subsided.
The intense focus made her dizzy.
Enjoying the aftermath of such a spectacular feeling, she let her head lay on his shoulder for a moment, and when she finally lifted her eyes, they connected with soft grey orbs. The beast was gone; it was now Gabriel looking back at her while her heart pounded in her chest, and she caught her breath.
At that precise moment, his phone beeped, and a second later, his eyes widened as if realizing what had happened.
“Shit!” he cursed.
She suddenly felt fragile, uncertain, and shaky, so without thinking, she ungracefully moved off him and ran out the door. She did not want to deal with anything hurtful that he had to say right now. After all, a girl still had her pride.
What had I done?
he had spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in her bed behind locked doors, finally falling into a light sleep after a couple of hours, and the following day, Kat stayed in her room until leaving it was inevitable.
The lock on the door had been unnecessary, though, because after she had left him naked and entirely spent sitting on his bed, he hadn’t come to check up on her. Not that she had wanted that. All she had done was use the toilet immediately to wash up and then curl up to her side on the bed.
And dear God, had she been stupid. Not only had she somehow initiated sex with Gabriel, she hadn’t thought about protection until it had been too late. Prior to her kidnapping, Kat had been on the pill, but after missing her medications for the last few weeks, their effect couldn’t have been guaranteed anymore.
Aside from that stupid move, how in hell had they gone from fighting to having sex? One moment she had been relieved, then angered, and the next, she had felt a force stronger than gravity pulling her into that hot, sweaty mess.
Even thinking about it made her heart race uncontrollably.
However, no matter how much she dreaded stepping outside the confines of her room and facing him, she couldn’t wholly regret the experience. After all, up until now, her only sexual reference had been a rather dull teenage boy with zero finesse, and she hadn’t known how incredible sex could feel. Gabriel was anything but a boy, and he had exceeded her wildest dreams.
The crux of it was that she shouldn’t have any fantasies involving him at all. He was a criminal, a murderer! And she knew he had close ties to a brothel.
His reaction to that business might have let her feel that he distanced himself from it, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy it. There was a very high probability that he had been with Star or even Lina, and that just didn’t sit well with her.
And when she finally got the courage to go out, for a moment, she thought that he had run away and left her alone, as at first, Kat didn’t see him when she stepped into the big room.
She quickly made a beeline for the coffee machine, and dread entered her system because, as usual, when he awoke first, a pot was already waiting for her.
“Good morning.”
She jumped, his deep voice catching her off guard. It was midday already, but she didn’t dare comment it.
“Hello,” Kat croaked, staring decisively out the window. When he didn’t say anything else in return, she contemplated turning around but was too nervous about doing it. Eventually, when her uneasiness grew to an unbearable point, she eased to the side and saw that Gabriel was still there, lounging against the wall, his hands lazily tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants.
Looking at his defined arms encased in soft cotton, she immediately remembered his tight hold on her yesterday, and with a shameful blush spreading like wildfire from her cheeks down to her chest, found that she couldn’t move her eyes further up his face.
He began to approach her carefully, and Kat visibly tensed, whic
h caused him to stop in his tracks.
“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said.
“What for?” Even to her ears, her cheerful tone sounded insincere.
“Listen-” His voice was severe, “what happened yesterday shouldn’t have happened.”
“Probably not.” She replied, biting her lower lip as she lowered her head to look at his feet.
“I was- it- damn it! Would you look at me already?”
She wanted to keep staring down forever, but his tone of voice had been much too desperate, and she knew better than to ignore it, so meeting his eyes for the first time after having him inside her, her heart skipped a beat. The mask was still in place, a prominent barrier between them.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked her sincerely, grey eyes pinning her down with a startlingly clear gaze.
Kat thought about her tender flesh and the bruises on her hip. “No.”
“Good,” he replied, and Kat noticed the relief that came with that simple word. “Would you like to talk about it?”
Yes, she wanted to, she wanted to shout it out. They had sex; they had been as close as two people could be. And she felt even more attracted to him, intrigued, longing to see his face even more than before. After everything they had done, after everything she had made him do… how could he not trust her with his face?
“What is there to talk about?” she asked, trying to be nonchalant. Nervously, she swiped her hair over her right shoulder. “Obviously this solitude has made me a bit crazy, and two adults confined in such a small space for a certain period of time… well… it’s natural, maybe.” Her eyes darted from his face, unable to endure his scrutiny. “And I’m normally not that … I’m not promiscuous or anything of that sort. I haven’t even had sex in the last- Oh God!” She helplessly mumbled as she covered her heated face with her hands.