Beast (Creatures of the Mafia Book 1)

by Eva K. More

  Kat furrowed her brow in confusion.

  “You didn’t get to kiss me, and I didn’t get to see your breasts,” Gabriel said.

  The twinkling in his gunmetal eyes indicated his humor, but Kat didn’t feel like laughing. She hesitated only for a moment.

  “Would you like to see them?”

  t appeared that the mighty Gabriel was avoiding her for the rest of the day when, in reality, it was her prerogative to be wary of him and not the other way around.

  She had done the chores around the house as usual and had prepared a meal with whatever ingredients were still in the kitchen. However, she hadn’t been able to coax Gabriel out of his room with the mouth-watering smell.

  Instead, he had helped himself to at least two portions while she had taken a nap, his treacherous nature evident in the dishes he had left behind, but this time though, he had washed them himself. He had some good manners somewhere inside.

  Naturally, she would have been relieved with his ignorance after their forbidden tryst the day before, but while he had finally shared some vital information with her, they hadn’t talked about the most crucial factor of last night.

  She was wiping the kitchen counters dutifully when he finally emerged, still dressed in his soft home wear.

  “Aren’t you going away today?” Kat asked, barely sparing him a glance, but stopped nonetheless with the cleaning.

  He shot her one of his less intrusive looks. “Later.”

  Expectantly nervous, Kat fiddled around a bit with the kitchenware before turning around and flipping her hair over her right shoulder, finally connecting her eyes with his. Sensing that she desired his attention, Gabriel sauntered to the kitchen island and sat on one of the bar stools with one of his legs outstretched while still supporting half of his weight on the ground.

  “Gabriel. About last night, I- I know we agreed on forgetting it, but-” She awkwardly said, and when he didn’t react verbally or change his expression, she looked down at her fingers. “we didn’t use… protection.”

  Gabriel sighed loudly. “Yeah, about that-” It was now him who turned his head to watch out the windows, avoiding eye-contact.

  “And I’m not on the pill. I mean I was – for medical issues mostly –, but they are at home and…” she trailed off, but despite her evident embarrassment, never looked away from his form.

  With Peter, this awkward after-talk hadn’t been necessary. They had cleared the coast before doing the deed, and with him being a nerd, he had planned and structured everything, from the beginning to the end. Her first time had been more of a clinical study than an experience.

  Peter had calculated the exact time they had until his parents came back home. He had bought different varieties of condoms and guided her through a checklist of what he would do, what she should do, and how long it should take. He had even taken the time to print some of the more educational illustrations of sexual acts to help them through.

  Just thinking about the absurdity of it made her cringe now - especially after her experience with Gabriel - but it had been her first time after all. And she had been relatively excited to lose her V-Card as all her friends had already done. The sex had been awkward, but the fronts had been cleared beforehand, so there had been no uncomfortable talks afterward.

  This situation here was entirely new for her. The sex had been incredible, but she just realized what Peter’s careful planning had managed to evade – the helplessness and fear of the unknown after the pleasure wore off.

  Gabriel sighed again, and when their eyes met, he appeared visibly upset. “I’m sorry.” His left hand closed into a fist. “I shouldn’t have done that yesterday…”

  Kat bit her lip. “It still takes two to… do it.” She grumbled and felt how the redness took over her cheeks.

  “Sure,” he answered wryly. “But I’m the experienced one. I’m 31 Kat; you’re barely 23 and still naïve in certain things. I should have stopped us.”

  His sense of responsibility was something she had admired from the start. For his lifestyle, it was a curious trait to have, but it was also one of the reasons why she had been able to trust him and feel safe whenever he was around.

  “But I didn’t want to stop,” she protested, blushingly meeting his gaze. Knowing herself, Kat figured that the blush reached her chest now.

  A small, uncomfortable pause followed, but Gabriel’s gruff voice soon after eliminated it.

  “Regardless,” he stated firmly, “the risk is too high… at least, if you believe me, I’m clean.”

  She frowned. Did he mean clean, like clean from drugs? She thought, but after a minute, her befuddled brain put the dots together. He didn’t mean the same thing as he had told Lina; he was talking about sexually transmitted diseases.

  Well, after his admission earlier today, she somehow truly believed that he had not sought out the comfort of a prostitute.

  “I’m too,” she answered much too fast. “I mean, I haven’t really… done it a lot. And it was only one guy and with- with condoms.” Oh, dear Lord! Kat wanted the earth to open and swallow her whole.

  Surely an adult wouldn’t blush when talking about it like she did, but the topic was nerve-wracking for her. But something in his eyes changed then. A steely glint appeared and was gone before she could analyze it. It couldn’t have been anger, right?

  “That’s good to know.” His gravelly voice rumbled from his chest. “And we best keep in mind that it was a mistake.”

  Kat crossed her arms, put off at his sudden coolness, and feeling hurt. “Was I- You didn’t like it?”

  Something in her tone must have struck a nerve because his gaze became warm again. He looked her up and down, halted at her legs, then her breasts, and slowly moved up her face. The fire within his eyes was burning hot.

  “It was amazing,” he growled earnestly.

  Kat’s nervous finger-fiddling stopped, and she gripped the counter behind her. “So… if we were two normal people, in a completely different situation, would you like to repeat it?” She held her breath, knowing that she probably sounded needy, but craving the reassurance his answer could bring.

  “In a heartbeat.”

  Her wide green eyes looked into his smoldering grey ones, and she felt her heartbeat increase its rhythm, that itch she had the day before beginning to permeate her body, wanting him, needing him.

  “Like, right now?” She whispered and, by his look, knew instantly that she was playing with fire.

  Gabriel looked at her warily and swallowed visibly.

  Encouraged by his apparent interest, she pushed off the counter and started taking small, deliberate steps in his direction, not once moving her gaze from his.

  “But you would like to see my breasts this time?” She kept the airy voice, and her teeth took possession of her lower lip. She would become the predator this time. If this were the only thing that she could be in control of, then she would take it.

  “Absolutely. But – we are not normal. This is no normal situation. So, no.” He replied, but even if Gabriel emphasized on the ‘no,’ his tone had become lower, darker.

  She couldn’t, wouldn’t stop, and sauntered up to him, her hips swaying unusually enticing.

  The muscles on his arms strained against the confines of his shirt, and he remained sitting sideways on the stool with one foot on the floor. Oh, he was magnificent. With everything she had gotten to know about him, the pull he had on her had become stronger.

  In a smooth move, she took off her shirt right in front of him.

  “What are you doing?” His eyes widened as he took a noisy breath through his nose. Kat bet that his mask had become foggy inside.

  “Showing you what you want to see,” she said calmly. In her mind, she licked her lips. And she wanted to see him lose control again.

  His eyes lowered and became heavy-lidded. With the barely concealed hunger in them, Kat felt less ashamed of her bold move and more empowered. If she had known seduction felt so intoxicating, she
would have tried it much earlier.

  Or maybe it was the feeling of having the beastly Gabriel looking at her like she was a goddess that made her pulse spike with desire.

  “You don’t like the word ‘no,’” Gabriel groaned.

  “Not if it isn’t sincere, just like yesterday.”

  “I thought we just concluded that this wasn’t a good idea,” he managed to utter gruffly.

  “And I thought men didn’t think in situations like this.” She replied in a fast comeback.

  He ruffled his hair with one hand and emitted a low, harsh laugh. “You are making it really hard.”

  It didn’t matter if it was intentional, but when his leg, the one probed against the stool, moved sideways, she stepped into him and was effectively trapped by his massive thighs.

  As if by their own volition, her hands stroked down her upper body slowly, teasing her already hard nipples with feather-soft touches before landing on his knees.

  “Yeah? How hard?” she whispered. Kat didn’t know where this bold woman had come from, but she didn’t want to stop and rethink her actions. Sleeping with him yesterday had opened up a completely new channel of self-awareness in her.

  Determined to experience that freeing ecstasy again, she licked her lips and kneaded the hard flesh beneath her hands.

  Ever the responsible one, Gabriel didn’t dare to move yet. “Very.” Then he looked her deeply in the eyes. “We don’t have protection.” Kat didn’t so much listen to his words as revel in his animalistic growl.

  “… you can pull out,” she said while her hands wandered slowly up his sweatpants, and a groan left his mask.

  “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

  “Then, don’t think.” She murmured as her hands reached his upper thighs, and Kat inclined her body toward him.

  “I-”

  She darted, pulling herself completely out of the cocoon that his legs created for her. Kat retracted her arms and hoped the longing in his expression was more potent than his sense of duty.

  Playfully, she made sure that his eyes were fixated on her and moved the tips of her fingers through her body, beginning at her cleavage, moving down slowly, until they reached her exposed breasts. “Don’t you want me?” she breathed while she left her left hand playing with her nipple, and the right one moved down.

  She knew she had him when he growled as his eyes drank her in, from her long blonde hair falling on her naked back to her hands, one still playing with the rosy nipple of a full breast, and the other moving over her flat stomach, the movement directed toward the apex of her legs.

  When he spoke next, he made sure to look into her eyes. “I want you.” And as an afterthought, he added, “You’re beautiful.”

  And at that moment, she felt so, too.

  “Then take me. Again.”

  Before her finger reached the waistband of her pants, he stood up abruptly, the bar stool wobbling behind him, and backed her forcefully against the wall. Biting her lip from grinning too wide, she beamed victoriously into his thunderous expression.

  Now the Beast was finally freed.

  “Jesus,” his menacing voice traveled up her heated skin like a burning whip.

  Forcefully gripping her hands in a tight grip, he pushed them above her head and fixated them with one of his. His other hand smoothed over her lips and descended lower until it reached her breasts. First, he caressed them with a feather-light, barely perceptible touch, and then he tweaked one of her nipples and squeezed the surrounding flesh until she moaned.

  Yesterday he hadn’t been able to see much of her, but today his eyes drank in every little detail.

  She was long gone from the point of being embarrassed and much closer to a peak of oblivion, that itch made her desperate to feel him inside of her. Her body and mind were eager to submit to the potent male in front of her. Gabriel was so dark and dangerous and yet reasonable and gentle at times that it made him so perfect for quenching her thirst.

  He might have been rough, but he would never hurt her.

  “You like this?” he bit out harshly and pinched her other breast.

  When she twisted her face into a more painful expression, he eased off her tender flesh and stroked down her flat belly, his hand disappearing swiftly beneath the waistband of her trousers, stopping right at her core above her panties. At first, his touch felt punishingly hard, but it turned gentle soon.

  “You like this?” he repeated his question.

  Kat moaned and closed her eyes. If it weren’t for the hand holding her wrists above her head, she might have crumbled now that her knees had become so weak.

  As if sensing her predicament, Gabriel pressed his body closer against hers, moving a muscular thigh between her legs. Kat longed to feel his warm breath on her skin, but the cold mask prevented that as he moved his head to her neck.

  He caressed her between her legs more vigorously, his fingers sliding easily on the now wet material.

  “Answer me,” he demanded. “Is this what you want?”

  Easing her panties aside, he stroked the moist flesh of her warm sex before dipping a finger inside her. She was sore from the night before, but the feeling of the appendage felt delicious, and she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Yes.” Kat gasped and ground her hips against his hand, rolling her head against the wall at the sensation it was evoking.

  “What exactly?” His gravelly voice bit into her mushy brain. “Me finger-fucking your pussy?”

  His dirty mouth ignited the fire in her even more, and she felt herself getting even wetter.

  “Yes,” she hissed, his thumb now simultaneously pressing against her clit.

  The hand holding her wrists let go of them and gripped her ass instead, tearing down the material of her pants and underwear until they passed her buttocks, and he could grasp her skin. With a small jerk, he pushed her thigh higher until it touched his clothed erection, and not overthinking her actions, she moved her leg slowly up and down as her hands gripped his broad shoulders.

  “Or do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She moaned in response and bit her lip even harder, even though what she desired was to bite his lips.

  “With my fingers?”

  This time her answer was a loud moan. She wanted more, much more, but he only gave her a little, inserting a second finger and filling her more deeply as he increased the pressure of his thumb. His whole arm shook with his movements.

  “Say it,” he ordered. “Say what you really want. My cock? Me pushing inside you and filling you up completely? Tell me who you belong to.”

  His primitive words made her delirious. She didn’t know where that had come from, didn’t want to dwell on the fact that his possessiveness was only a figment of the sexual predator in this beast, casting a primal spell over her, making her relish his wild attention.

  “I- I’m yours.” Talking had taken a significant effort. At the same time, she wanted to listen to him, encourage his dirty words.

  She was so close that she could see stars behind her eyelids already, and at this point, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t kiss her with his mouth as long as he made her toes curl with his iron voice.

  “Yes. Remember that, damn it.” His ministrations didn’t ease, and only a moment later, something inside her shattered. “Mine,” he growled as she screamed in ecstasy and dove right into her orgasm.

  Not leaving her too much time to snap out of her feverish spell, he pushed her pants all the way down and gazed at her with an admiring look for a second. She knew when he saw the light bruises on her hips, no doubt realizing that he had inflicted them the night before because his eyes tightened for a fraction. But the expression in them appeared smug rather than appalled.

  Any tender feelings between the two vanished when she reached out to him and pulled on his shirt.

  Within moments, he had pulled off his repressive garment and had moved her to the kitchen island. He roughly lifted her like a doll a
nd sat her on the countertop, after throwing the plates and glasses to the floor, shattering them. He pulled her hips forward and her legs up in the air, and after that, he stepped into her spread thighs.

  She felt him grip her waist harshly and looked, mesmerized, as his eyes watched her breasts bounce with her heavy breathing.

  Enthralled at the sight in front of her, Kat let her eyes follow her fingers as she smoothed over the intricate designs of his tense underarms. She loved how small and dainty she felt in comparison to his muscular body and marveled at his prominent pectorals and bulging biceps.

  With fast, efficient movements, he lowered his sweatpants and pulled his cock out, letting her wide eyes size his stiff sex.

  Peter had been a young boy, and she had been merely fascinated with their anatomical differences. But with Gabriel, she felt a deep pull in her lower stomach as she looked at his erection. She could see the veins beneath his smooth skin and the purple head that he nestled between her soft folds.

  Then Gabriel gripped the base of his cock, his brow creased in concentration, and his deep groan reverberated through her body as he eased inside of her.

  A sense of completion washed over her soul. How could something feel so damned good?

  “Jesus,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in a slow but hard rhythm. One of his hands snaked forward and stopped on her throat while his powerful fingers squeezed it, effectively muffling her moans. “Open your eyes and look at me, little bird.”

  Kat obliged his harsh demand, meeting his startlingly intense gaze.

  His other hand grasped her thigh and pushed it against her upper body as his torso descended onto it. “You feel so fucking amazing.” He moved his hips more forcefully.

  She opened her mouth to respond but could barely utter a sound with the tight grip he had on her throat. His touch, outside and inside, consumed her with a burning fire, that made her delirious.

  Gabriel’s hand then moved away from her throat toward her head and took a fistful of her silky hair. Instead of pulling on it, he held her in place and put his forehead on hers.