Dark Angel: A Dark Romance: London Ruthless Series Book 1 (The London Ruthless Series)

by Sadie Kincaid

  I closed my eyes, wondering how he was able to maintain such control when I was on the edge of collapse. I let out a small whimper as his hands brushed over my behind and he slid a thumb under the edge of my black lace underwear. And then he was there. Right where I wanted him to be. Right where I had wanted him since I’d first saw him again. His fingers slid through my cleft easily, until he found my clit and he started to use two of his fingers to draw slow, teasing circles. I groaned in pleasure and frustration until he leaned over me, his mouth pressed to my ear again.

  ‘Fuck!’ he breathed. ‘You’re dripping wet. Do you get you off on arguing with me?’

  The only response I could muster was a whimper.

  ‘I’m going to make you come, Sam. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name. Right here on this table. Is that what you want?’

  His words alone almost tipped me over the edge. ‘Yes,’ I panted.

  Obviously satisfied with my response, Gabriel started to work me into a frenzy with his fingers, massaging my clit over and over. Then using his other hand, he pushed a finger inside me, dipping in and out — the rhythm matching that of his other hand.

  Slowly he inserted a second finger and I moaned loudly. Unable to stand the growing pressure in my core any longer, I started to buck my hips against him, but he stopped me, using one of his hands to pin me down again. ‘God, don’t stop,’ I groaned.

  He leaned over me again. ‘I told you not to move,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Are you going to be still? Or do I need to hold you down?’

  ‘I’ll be still,’ I gasped, barely able to speak coherently.

  Gabriel’s hands set to work again and I could feel the orgasm building, but each time I almost reached a climax, he’d stop and changed his pace or his position — leaving me constantly teetering on the edge.

  ‘Please, Gabriel?’ I pleaded.

  I heard his soft, throaty chuckle, then he was on me again, his lips grazing my throat as he whispered in my ear. ‘I like hearing you beg. Do you want me to let you come now?’

  I nodded. My face brushing against the grain of the table as Gabriel pushed two of his fingers inside, rubbing at that perfect spot while pressing down on my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I closed my eyes as every part of my core tightened, before my orgasm ripped through my body like black powder, the heat searing through my legs and stomach. To my shame, I screamed his name.

  After he’d rubbed the last of my orgasm from my trembling body, Gabriel pulled me up from the table and turned me to face him. ‘I’ve been thinking about doing that ever since you walked into my office,’ he said with a wicked smile.

  He ran his knuckles across my cheek and I could feel the dampness of my arousal on his fingers. I shuddered as he dragged his wet thumb across my lower lip. ‘And I suppose I can fuck you on this table another time.’

  I blinked. What? He was leaving? I opened my mouth to protest but no words came out. I was bereft. Despite the incredible orgasm he’d just given me, I wanted more. I wanted him. All of him. I wanted to feel him inside me.

  Then to my surprise, he kissed me. Deep and lush. His tongue pushing into my mouth, confirming my suspicion that he was as skilled with it as he was with his hands. Already I could feel the familiar warmth spreading through my core again. I needed him. Reaching between the two of us, I grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed. He was rock hard — his trousers straining under the pressure and I wondered again at how he managed to stay so controlled when he was clearly as turned on as I was.

  ‘Don’t,’ he whispered as he moved my hand.

  I stared at him, feeling like a child who’d been chastised. Before I could protest he put his hand under my chin and tilted my face closer to his. ‘Oh, you’re going to get that. Don’t worry. But not here. If this is our first time, I want to do it right. Where’s the bedroom?’

  Dear God! I grinned at him before taking his hand and leading him down the hallway and into my bedroom.

  Chapter 18

  Samantha

  Gabriel closed the door behind us and stalked towards me, his green eyes burning into my skin. I physically trembled as he approached. Why did my body have such a strong physical reaction to him? As if he wasn’t bloody cocky and hot enough, he could blatantly see the affect he was having on me. It was doing my image no good at all.

  Gabriel stroked my cheek. ‘Are you nervous, Sam?’ he asked with a wicked glint in his eye. ‘After what I just did to you?’

  ‘No,’ I said, my chin titled in defiance.

  Gabriel raised an eyebrow and smiled. ‘Good. I’ll make sure you scream my name at least once more tonight.’

  I swallowed hard. The truth was I was incredibly nervous which was unusual for me. I was never nervous about sex. But then, I’d never had sex with anyone who made me feel like Gabriel did. And given what had just happened on my kitchen table, I had a feeling that sex with him was going to be an enlightening experience.

  Gabriel started to undress me, running his hands over every part of skin that he exposed to the cool air. ‘God, you are so fucking beautiful,’ he hissed when I was finally naked before him.

  I blushed and took a step back from him, allowing his eyes to roam over my body. He reached out and pulled me into his arms, his hands resting on my backside as he pushed his body into mine. He looked at me then, his eyes searching mine. I sensed some hesitation.

  ‘What is it?’ I asked.

  ‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ he breathed.

  I blinked at him. ‘Well, I’m naked and you’re standing in my bedroom with your hands on my arse. I’m practically panting here. So, what do you think, Einstein?’ I said with a grin.

  ‘You know that I like to be in control, Sam?’

  ‘Yes. You’re a control freak,’ I replied with a nod. ‘So?’

  He moved his hands from my backside and took hold of my wrists. ‘I’m a control freak when it comes to sex too. I don’t just like to be in control. I need to be. I want you to do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. I want to hold you down. I want to tie you up. I want you to be sitting at your desk tomorrow and not forget for one second that I’ve fucked you. I’m not sure you can do that?’

  ‘Why? Because-'

  ‘Because,’ he interrupted me before I could finish my thought, never mind my sentence. ‘In case you hadn’t noticed, you don’t respond well to being told what to do.’

  ‘I did fine just now in my kitchen, didn’t I?’ I reminded him.

  ‘You certainly did,’ he said with a laugh as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. ‘I won’t ever hurt you, Sam. I promise. But can you trust me? Do you want to do this?’

  I stared at him. I did trust him, or at least I wanted to. He was Gabe. I understood exactly how he felt about control. I liked to be in control too — out in the real world. I’d had so little control of anything when I’d been married to Jackson, that it almost felt like I had to over-compensate now and I felt an overriding need to have a say in every decision in my life, no matter how small. From the colour of the walls in the office reception, to the brand of coffee we bought for clients. It was exhausting. So, giving up control, right then, of my own free will and to Gabriel, felt like I could finally relax.

  ‘I trust you, Gabe,’ I whispered.

  I saw the fire in his eyes before he pushed me onto the bed.

  ‘Don’t I get to see you too?’ I asked and he glared at me. ‘Please?’ I smiled sweetly. He stared at me for a minute, obviously considering my request before obliging by taking all off his clothes. I watched as he undressed, my eyes fixed on his incredible body, all taut, toned muscle. I had waited so long for this; I could hardly believe it was happening.

  ‘Like what you see?’ he asked in that trademark menacing growl that I felt to my very core.

  ‘Hell, yes!’ I replied with a smile.

  He crawled onto the bed, holding himself over me before smothering me with a kiss.
Taking my hands, Gabriel placed them above my head. ‘I won’t tie you up. Not yet. But I want you to keep your hands here. Hold onto the pillow if you have to, but don’t move.’

  ‘What will happen if I do?’ I asked.

  ‘Then I’ll stop doing whatever it is I’m doing, and make you suck my cock instead,’ he replied before kissing my neck.

  I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was being serious or not but decided that I didn’t want to find out. Not that the thought of sucking him off wasn’t pleasing. It was something I was looking forward to, but if what he’d done earlier in the kitchen was anything to go by, I was certain I wouldn’t want him to stop whatever it was he had planned.

  Gabriel continued kissing my neck before slowly trailing his lips down my collarbone, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb before giving them a gentle tug. Then his mouth was on them, licking and sucking and driving me crazy with wanton desire. I had never wanted to feel someone inside me so much in my life. I dug my fingernails into the pillow. I wanted to touch him, to run my fingers through his dark hair and guide him down to the place that was aching to feel his touch. But I did as I’d been instructed and held onto the pillow. Suddenly, his hands started to move lower, until he found that sweet spot — that place where it seemed every nerve of my body ended.

  Dear God, he was so good with his hands. I could feel my orgasm building already. I moved my hips, grinding myself into his fingers, and this time he didn’t stop me. Just as I was thinking that I couldn’t take any more and was about to explode, he stopped and I gasped out loud. I almost pulled him back to me but then his fingers were replaced by his mouth and I entered a whole new realm of pleasure.

  Gabriel licked the length of my slit with his hot, thick tongue. ‘Jesus, Sam, you taste so fucking good,’ he growled against me and the vibration of his speech as well as his words were my undoing. He placed his mouth directly over my clit and I climaxed, shouting his name as I did.

  ‘Well, that was easy,’ he chuckled as he looked up at me. ‘Maybe you should make me work for the next one. Or should I make you work for it?’ He teased as he bent his head low again.

  Before I could protest that I couldn’t take anymore, that I was too sensitive, his fingers were inside me. The methodical in and out driving me crazy. And his mouth. He could do things with his tongue that made me hear choirs of heavenly angels.

  He nibbled and licked and sucked.

  Over and over.

  Stopping and starting.

  My blood thundered around my body. My heart was pounding in my ears. My breathing short and ragged. I was lost to him. I raked my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me and away from me at the same time. Then he stopped — and I realised what I’d done. My hands were no longer on the pillow.

  He looked up at me. ‘I warned you, Samantha,’ he said as he moved up the bed towards my face. I blinked at him, feeling a momentary flash of terror. I had heard those words so many times before. Gabriel saw it instantly and suddenly his eyes were full of concern.

  ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

  ‘Nothing,’ I whispered.

  ‘Sam! Please don’t lie to me. This won’t work if you’re not honest with me. What is it?’

  I shook my head. ‘That phrase. I haven’t heard it for a while, that’s all. I’m okay.’

  ‘Shit! I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have... We shouldn’t have...’ he started.

  ‘Please stop feeling sorry for me, Gabriel. It’s just a phrase I’d rather you didn’t use, that’s all. Aside from that, you don’t have to treat me any differently than any other woman you have sex with.’

  ‘You don’t have to prove anything to me, Sam. We can stop-'

  ‘What if I don’t want to stop? You said you wouldn’t hurt me. This is hurting me. You, treating me like glass. I won’t break.’

  He smoothed my hair from my face. ‘I’m sorry. I know you won’t,’ he replied softly as he kissed me again, before edging his way back down the bed to resume where he left off.

  ‘I moved my hands, remember?’ I said. ‘I don’t want any special treatment.’

  He grinned at me wickedly. ‘And you won’t be getting any. But, you can have one free pass. Next time, I might just tie you up. But I don’t want to come in your mouth — not tonight.’

  His fingers and his mouth returned to their previous endeavours and before long I was climaxing and screaming his name again.

  Once he had rubbed the last of my orgasm from my trembling body, Gabriel held himself over me — his rock-hard erection pushing against me, opening me.

  ‘Are you ready?’ he asked.

  I nodded and he pushed himself into me in one swift move. It took me a moment to adjust to accommodating him, but once I had he began to pound me, nailing me to the bed with each thrust. Then he was talking to me again, and I swore he could make me come from his words alone.

  ‘Do you feel how hard I am for you? I’ve never wanted to be inside someone so much. You are driving me fucking crazy.’ He tipped us both over the edge with his growling in my ear and I felt him explode inside me, hot and sticky.

  ‘Christ, Sam,’ he said through gritted teeth before collapsing on top of me. I held his head to my chest, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair.

  ‘Are you on the pill?’ he asked, his mouth brushing against my breasts.

  ‘Well, it’s a bit late now, isn’t it? But yes, I am. Although I don’t usually-'

  ‘Neither do I,’ he interrupted me. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t have a condom with me. I never thought we’d …’

  ‘What? You didn’t see this coming?’ I asked with a laugh.

  He lifted his head to look into my eyes. ‘No, I didn’t. I didn’t think you’d be interested in someone like me.’

  I blinked in shock. ‘Are you kidding me? Look at you! Women fall over themselves to even speak to you.’

  ‘Not women like you. As soon as you walked into our office the other week, I wanted you. You looked and smelled so good, like you belonged on the arm of some billionaire. I felt like a kid with no money looking through the sweet shop window.’

  ‘And then I was such a bitch to you, wasn’t I? God, you must have really enjoyed spending time with me.’

  ‘I did actually. I’ve told you what I used to think about while I waited in your office,’ he said with a wicked glint in his eye. ‘You being a bitch just made me want to fuck you even more.’ He nipped me playfully. ‘And now that I know you want me too, I intend to fuck you as frequently as possible.’

  ‘Is that so?’

  ‘Hmm,’ he mumbled as he started to nuzzle my neck.

  ‘Tell me more about your need to be in control. You wanting to tie me up and do as I’m told. What exactly would I be getting into with you, Gabe?’

  Sitting up, he took hold of my hand. ‘That’s it. I like to be in control when we have sex. And yes, sometimes I’d like to tie you up.’

  ‘Spanking?’

  ‘If you’re into it.’

  ‘Do I need a safe word?’

  ‘No, if you want me to stop doing something tell me to stop — simple as that. I can exercise some self-control, you know.’

  I smiled. ‘I had noticed that. So, what happens if I don’t do as I’m told then?’

  He flashed me a wicked grin that turned my core into molten lava. ‘I’ve already told you that. I’ll stop doing what I’m doing to you. I won’t make you come.’

  ‘That seems unusually harsh and cruel,’ I replied with a flutter of my eyelashes. ‘Especially as you’re so good at it.’

  ‘It’s not just punishment for you, Sam. I love to make you come,’ he replied, his voice low and husky. He moved towards me, pulling me beneath him until he was lying on top of me again.

  ‘I still think it’s unduly harsh,’ I said with a flash of my eyebrows. ‘And I’m not sure I can put up with such tyranny from you.’

  He grinned at me ‘I will always take care of you,’ he whispered and then he
kissed me.

  ‘So, we’re going to do this then? Be friends with benefits?’ I asked.

  His head snapped up and he looked at me. ‘Friends with what?’

  ‘Benefits! Fuck-buddies.’

  ‘I know what it means, Sam. But I don’t want that with you.’

  ‘I thought you only did casual?’

  Suddenly, serious Gabriel was back in the room. ‘No! You assumed I only do casual and I didn’t correct you. I wouldn’t risk my relationship with your dad for a fuck-buddy. Is that all this is for you?’

  I stared at him as I wondered how to possibly answer that question. I had wanted this man from the moment I laid eyes on him. I had fantasised about this forever and the reality had been a million times better than anything I had ever imagined. But I wasn’t ready for anything more yet. I was only just divorced. I was still getting over the court case. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. I had to figure that out before I jumped into another relationship, and especially one with Gabriel, a man who already had so much power over me.

  ‘I just didn’t realise … I’m not sure I’m ready for a relationship yet, Gabe. I’ve only just …’

  Suddenly his face softened. ‘Of course, Sam. I should have realised that. I’m sorry,’ he reached out his hand and stroked my hair. ‘But I’m not interested in a fuck-buddy.’

  ‘Then it looks like we’re at an impasse?’ I said with a smile. He might say that wasn’t what he wanted but surely, he wouldn’t object to a repeat performance of tonight — if he had enjoyed it half as much as I had, how could he refuse? I just needed a little more time.