Destructive

by Jessica Prince

  “You trust me to never harm you?” he asks several seconds later, once my breathing is under control. His eyes are boring into mine from the reflection in the glass.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re mine, Marley,” He whispers against my earlobe. His arms tighten as soon as he says my name, as if he’s prepared for me to try and run. I feel the earlier anxiety breaking through my lustful haze, but he continues. “When I say your mine, it means your body is mine to give pleasure to. It means that I’m the only man allowed to make you come so hard you see stars, and I promise, baby. I will always make you come that hard.”

  His words penetrate the fear that’s begun burrowing in, easing the tension in my shoulders slightly. “I don’t want to control you. You aren’t a possession to me. But I won’t share you. When I say you’re mine I mean I’m the only man that’s allowed to fuck this amazing body. Do you understand?”

  I do. He’s not like Eduardo. He doesn’t want to own me the way he did. Gabriel won’t cause me physical pain when he’s upset. He won’t pass me around or share me with other men. He won’t sit back and let others take their frustrations out on my broken body.

  “I understand.”

  “Does that frighten you?”

  It does, but not in the way he’s thinking. Not wanting to start a deep conversation when I’m still so desperate for him, I lie, “No. I’m not frightened.”

  “Good,” he growls. “Because I’m not done with you.”

  I let out a surprised giggle as Gabriel’s hands cup my ass and he lifts me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as my hands come to rest on his shoulders.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To bed.”

  How he says it lets me know he has no intentions of sleeping. My exhausted body jolts away, primed and ready to go at his words. He walks through the living room and down a hall I’ve yet to explore. All the while his hands knead the cheeks of my ass roughly, pushing and pulling, rubbing my aching clit against the bulge in his jeans.

  As he steps through a door one hand releases me and lifts up the flip a switch, bathing the room in warm light. I unwrap my legs from Gabriel’s waist as he lowers me to standing. I’ve just turned to take in my surroundings when his voice interrupts. “Take off your clothes.” I’ve barely had enough time to see anything other than the massive bed when his demand halts me. Whereas thirty minutes ago, that sentence would have elicited panic, now, all his commanding voice does is ignite a fire within me.

  I trust him.

  I crave him.

  Doing as he says, I lift my sweater over my head, dropping it to the floor before sliding my still unbuttoned jeans down my legs and stepping out of them. When I stand back up and look over to where he’s leaning against the dresser my stomach flutters. Everything about Gabriel oozes pure masculinity, and I’m dying to see his body.

  “All of them,” he states, his eyes glittering with challenge.

  Sucking in a breath, I reach behind me and unclasp my lace, peach colored bra, letting the straps slide off of my shoulders and onto the ground by my feet. Then I hook my fingers in the waistband of my matching panties and drag them down my legs. I stand before him completely bare as he takes me in, his eyes scanning over every single inch of me.

  I’m so overcome with hunger for him that I feel like I’ll come apart if he doesn’t touch me soon. “I want to see you.” He’s had the opportunity to study me at my most exposed, now it’s my turn.

  Not making me wait a moment longer, Gabriel strips out of his clothes in record time. Oh God. His body is a work of art. Strong, broad shoulders lead to a well-defined chest before dipping down to the most tantalizing abs I’ve ever seen. The v of his hips is like an arrow point directly to his perfect cock. My mouth goes dry as I try to memorize every line, every curve.

  “Baby,” his voice snaps me out of my daydream. That smirk is present on his lips when I look up at him. “Lie in the middle of the bed and spread your legs.”

  I don’t question him. I simply do as he says, knowing that the reward for listening will be so worth it.

  The second I’m in position Gabriel moves to the foot of the bed where he has the perfect view of my dripping pussy. A moment of embarrassment takes over at the knowledge of how open I am to him like this. My first instinct is to cover myself, but before I have the chance to move the bed dips and Gabriel’s mouth is between my legs.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as his tongue runs up my slit before dipping into me, causing my legs to tense up. Before I can get used to how amazing it feels to have him fucking me with his tongue, he moves up and clamps his lips around my clit, sucking so hard my back arches off the bed and my head thrashes against the pillows. My orgasm is building fast as Gabriel bends my body to his will. If the orgasm he gave me with his fingers was intense, the one I’m about to have as he eats me out will be earth shattering.

  “Oh fuck. Gabriel.”

  The moan he lets out vibrates against my sensitive folds, making the flames inside me burn hotter. “Fuck! Baby, I’m gonna come!” I cry out just as the wave crests and crashes into me. My screams cause my throat to ache, but I can’t hold them back. His tongue continues its assault until I’m begging him to stop. He thankfully pulls his mouth away from me, but the reprieve is short lived.

  Seconds later Gabriel rolls on a condom and positions his cock at my entrance and buries himself completely with one powerful thrust. The climax that was just beginning to wane moments before comes back in full force as his thick cock hits places inside of me I never knew existed.

  “Oh Christ,” he groans as he fucks me with long hard thrusts, pushing my body deeper into the plush comforter. “You’re pussy’s fucking perfect, bella.” My walls clench and I grow even wetter at his words. “That’s it, Marley. I can feel you squeezing my dick. You like it when I talk dirty, baby?”

  “Yes! God, Gabriel, please don’t stop.”

  I’m totally lost in sensation as he fucks into me harder and harder. The climax that’s building is so intense I’m almost scared. I don’t know if I can survive what he’s doing to me right now. It’s all too much—complete and utter sensory overload.

  My eyes clamp shut as it continues to build to an almost painful level. I feel Gabriel’s hand reach down and grab the back of my left knee, lifting my leg and placing it over his shoulder making it so I take him even deeper. “When you come on my cock I want your eyes open. I want you to screaming my name so loud the fucking neighbors can hear you.

  “It’s too much,” I pant and writhe around trying to escape what he’s doing to me at the same time I want to drown in it.

  “You can take it, baby.”

  “I can’t,” I cry, feeling tears prick my eyes as the pleasure/pain builds stronger and stronger.

  “You can.”

  “Gabriel…”

  “You’re mine, Marley.” Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust. “Say it, bella.”

  For the first time ever I want to say those words. “I’m yours!” I scream as I come so hard I can barely breathe.

  “Fucking right,” Gabriel grinds out as his cock grows thicker inside of me. “Only. Mine.” Gabriel’s hips pump twice more before he throws his head back in the most guttural, erotic groan I’ve ever heard.

  I can feel his cock pulse inside of me and I clench around him in the last of my release. “Holy shit,” he says between labored breaths as he lowers himself down and to the side, keeping the majority of his weight from falling directly on me.

  “Wow,” is all I can manage to say.

  Silence stretches around us for several minutes as we lay comfortably in his bed. Gabriel still hasn’t pulled out of me as his breathing starts to become more even, indicating he’s close to sleep.

  “Gabriel,” I whisper, giving his shoulder a small shake.

  “Yeah?” he asks groggily.

  “It’s late, baby. I need to get home.”

  He lifts up on his forearms and looks down at me. I can
’t help but appreciate the way his biceps bulge at the movement. “You’re staying here.”

  I feel a loss when Gabriel pulls himself from me and climbs out of the bed. All the while I remain silent, thinking of how to say what I need to without causing an argument. I feel too good to argue right now. He walks to the en suite and disposes of the condom before turning off the lights and climbing back in bed, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

  “Gabriel, I can’t stay here. I need to go home. I’ve got work tomorrow and I didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything.”

  His breath rustles my hair as he speaks from behind me. “I told you I wasn’t done with you and I’m still not. You’re staying here because I’m going to wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck you again. Seeing as you came so hard you nearly drowned my cock, I’m sure you’ll be up for round two in a couple hours.”

  I give his arm a hard pinch, making him jolt before he starts laughing. “You denying it?” he chuckles.

  Thank God the lights are off so he can’t see me blush. “No,” I lament. “But you don’t have to be so crude about it.”

  He nuzzles into my neck, running his tongue along the shell of my ear. “I’m a crude man, baby. There’s no changing that.”

  “Whatever. You wanting round two in the middle of the night doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a change of clothes. Or toothbrush! Me plus morning breath isn’t something you want to experience. Trust me.”

  His arms tighten as he lets out a deep yawn. “Well then you better remember to bring your stuff with you next time.”

  A warm feeling begins to spread in my belly. “Next time?”

  Releasing me, Gabriel turns me so my back is to the bed and he’s hovering over me. “What, you thought I’d fuck you and just be done?”

  I try to divert my gaze, but it’s impossible with him being so close. “Well isn’t that what you typically do?”

  I think I see something run across his face, but before I can place it, it’s gone. “I told you, you’re mine. That means I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.”

  Him saying he wasn’t letting me go shouldn’t make me swoon—but it does. “Okay,” I whisper.

  “Okay.” He places a quick peck on my nose and settles us back in our original spooning position. “Now get some sleep. We have to get up early so I can take you back to your place in the morning.”

  I lay quiet for a few minutes before I’m finally able to summon to courage to ask the question that’s been plaguing me. “Gabriel?”

  “Hmm?”

  “If I’m yours…does that make you mine?”

  I hold my breath in anticipation, not having any idea how he’ll respond.

  “Yeah, bella. That makes me yours.”

  Minutes later I fall into a peaceful sleep with a smile on my face.

  ***

  You thought you could sneak out on my men and you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences?

  I knew I’d have to pay for hiding the other night, but what choice did I have? I was in so much pain from how they’d tortured my body, I couldn’t handle another night. I needed a chance to heal.

  “I’m sorry, Eduardo.” Saying any more than that is pointless. Already, I know my apology has fallen on deaf ears as he removes the brown leather belt from his pants.

  “You think you have some kind of choice in this, Marlena? You belong to me. Your body is mine to do with as I choose. If I’ve given my men permission to use your body, it’s your job to make sure their needs are taken care of.”

  I know what I’m in store for, and even though I’m trying to appear strong on the outside, inside I’m terrified. Eduardo seems to be most talented in the art of torture, and from the look in his evil eyes right now, I know I’m in for hours of unimaginable pain. I shouldn’t have hidden the other night. The pain I would have experienced then is nothing compared to what I’m about to suffer through now.

  “Lie on the bed, face down.”

  I’m already completely naked as I climb onto my filthy mattress. I bury my face in the musky fabric and allow a few silent tears to escape, soaking into the fibers. I won’t let him see me cry.

  “Why do you insist on pushing me, my love? Why do you make me do these things to you?”

  I lay completely still, refusing to answer him. My hatred for Eduardo is like acid, eating me up from the inside, devouring every ounce of my sole. I want, with every fiber of my being, to kill this man. But it’s a useless desire.

  “You think I enjoy hurting you, my love?”

  I don’t think it. I know it for fact. Once my tears are no longer at risk of falling, I turn my head to the side and look into the eyes of the devil, refusing to respond to his questions. This only angers him further. I watch in silence as his face turns bright red in frustration.

  “Will you not speak tonight?” he asks.

  Still, I give him nothing.

  Wrapping the belt around his fist tightly, he leans down and hisses in my ear, “You seem to have forgotten who owns you. Maybe you need a reminder.”

  His arm lifts into the air, the belt wrapped in such a way that the metal buckle lays across his knuckles for direct impact. “You’ve brought this on yourself.”

  Then there is nothing but pain. Deep, agonizing pain.

  I gasp for air as my body jerks awake. It takes several seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, confusion setting in at my unfamiliar surroundings. Only after I hear the soft exhalations of Gabriel do I remember where I am and everything that happened the night before.

  I release the white knuckled grip I have on the sheet wrapped around my naked body and sit slowly, trying not to wake the man next to me. Peeking over at Gabriel’s sleeping form, I’m thankful my thrashing wasn’t enough to wake him.

  I push back the covers and quietly slip from the comfort of the bed. After a nightmare it’s usually impossible for me to get back to sleep. As I scan the items on the floor looking for something to cover myself with, I spot Gabriel’s discarded t-shirt. My hands are still shaking as I grab it, the memories still holding on, refusing to let go of my consciousness just yet. Luckily the shirt hits about mid-thigh so I’m able to give up the search for my missing panties, Satisfied with the coverage the shirt provides.

  Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I pull the door closed behind me and make my way to the kitchen where I left my purse earlier. Reaching inside, I find my cell phone and pull it out the check the time.

  One-thirty. Shit. Looks like I’m in for a long night.

  Earlier in the evening, I spotted a set of French doors that led to a balcony off of the kitchen. Grabbing my cigarettes and lighter, I head for doors, hoping I don’t trip some sort of security system.

  Holding my breath, I turn the knob and push the doors open, only releasing it when the inside of Gabriel’s apartment remains silent. The sounds of the city below are faint at this hour, but still present, making me feel a little less alone.

  To my right is a wicker patio sectional sofa that looks even more comfortable than the couch I have at my apartment. Ignoring the chill in the air, I sit down—pulling Gabriel’s shirt over my knees to retain a little warmth—and light a cigarette, closing my eyes as I exhale, letting it sooth me.

  I don’t know how long I’m out here when the doors leading inside open and Gabriel steps out wearing nothing but the jeans he had on last night, but by the number of cigarette butts that have accumulated on the ground at my feet, I’m guessing it’s been a while.

  “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” I’m still so focused on my nightmare that I haven’t given the temperature much though.

  Gabriel steps back inside and reappears moments later with a blanket in his hands. Sitting down next to me, he spreads his legs and pulls me between his thighs, laying the blanket over both of us and wrapping us in tightly. “Your skin is freezing, bella,” he mutters as he rubs his hands up and down my chilled arms.

  Neither o
f us speaks for a while, we just sit in companionable silence listening to the sounds coming from the streets below. “You smoke?” Gabriel finally asks quietly, breaking through my trance.

  I stare down at the pile of cigarette butts, each one smoked to the very end. “Mostly when I’m stressed. It’s a nasty habit, I know.”

  His arms tighten around me as he brushes hair away from my neck with his chin. “What are you stressed about?”

  I know I need to tell him about my past. The longer we’re together, the more it’s going to become an issue. I can’t keep it from him the way I do with Matt and Carmen—not with how intimate things are becoming between us. I just can’t yet. I can’t put words to the memories that haunt right now.

  I give my head a slight shake, “I just had a nightmare is all. I’m okay now.”

  He doesn’t say anything right away. “You sure? Because when I came out here, you looked a little lost.”

  I turn my head to the side and give him a soft smile before nuzzling deeper into his arms. “Yeah, I’m okay now that you’re here.”

  And I mean it. Whenever he wraps me in his arms all the bad fades away. I feel safe—protected. When I’m in his arms it’s like I’m a different person. Someone a little less broken.

  A few minutes later Gabriel stands and leads me back into his bedroom. Curled up in his strong arms I’m able to fall back asleep. This time I’m not plagued by nightmares.

  ***

  Hours later, feeling somewhat refreshed from finally being able sleep peacefully, we’re in Gabriel’s expensive as hell car heading for my apartment when a question pops in my head.

  “So you never told me, how did you manage to break into my apartment that night?”

  Gabriel’s lips spread in a wicked grin as he glances over at me quickly before turning his eyes back to the road. “I have certain skills, baby.”

  I bust out laughing at how serious he sounds. “What, like Liam Neeson?”

  “Who?”

  “Liam Neeson. You know, from Taken?”