“Oh, like you’re any better. Called Bianca back yet? Yeah, you aren’t the only one with skeletons in your closet.”
“Just go.”
She leaves, slamming the door behind her. I run my hands through my hair, pacing at the door, desperate to bring her back to me. I was a fucking idiot to say the things I said. This should have been her fight, not mine, and I probably did fuck it all up.
Then she said she was ‘planning.’
Planning to do what? Leave him? Leave this life behind. Runaway with me? What if I am not ready for that? I have my own problems to think about. Maybe I don’t need her messing it all up for me. I need one hundred percent focus, and falling in love with Gabriella is quickly shifting that to a place I’m not sure I want to explore.
My thoughts give me whiplash. My momentary lapse of feeling sorry for her is shadowed by anger. How dare she fucking accuse me of messing it all up? I’m going to fucking tell her how wrong she is. I’m not messing up what is already a colossal fuck-up.
Pulling the door open, I stop dead in my tracks. Gabriella’s leaning against the frame, splotchy skin from the tears escaping her beautiful eyes. Her chin trembles, her head fallen as she stares bleakly at the floor.
Releasing a heavy sigh, my hand extends out to hers, lacing my fingers until she’s in my grip. We say no words, the silence between us louder than our shouts from moments ago.
I can’t resist anymore.
She’s broken down my walls, crawled her way inside to a place no other woman has.
And now, I refuse to hold back.
I want her. All of her.
I pull her back inside the room, and with the door closing behind us, I’m ready to fight for what should be mine.
Not Prince Charming’s.
Not anyone else’s.
Simply all mine.
Gabriella
In a heated moment, every kiss becomes harder, more aggressive, and demanding.
Oliver wants to own me, but in a way I never knew I wanted to be owned. His commands are selfish. He wants to explore every part of me as if time is running out.
We are just beginning.
Against the wall, beside the door, I crumple beneath his touch. Every sordid lick and caress of my heated skin causes me to moan louder between our heavy kisses sending me into oblivion.
He breathes my name, “Gabriella.” Each syllable dragging against his lips with an animalistic growl that lingers as he lowers himself down my body, kissing the sweet spot between my breasts. I beg him to come back to my lips but swiftly change my mind as he nudges his lips against my bra, toying with my nipples above my blouse.
His hand wanders down my chest, across my stomach and rests on my thighs. My skirt is raised, sitting around my hips, exposing between my legs. My breath hitches as Oliver clutches my wrist, throwing me onto the bed. I squeal in delight as my head hits the pillow, obeying him without thought or hesitation, oblivious to anything outside this room.
“We have all night,” he whispers against my earlobe, leaning forward and rubbing his hard cock against my backside.
Our clothing has become an obstacle, and the second I hear his belt clink against the floor, I suck in a deep breath to control the raging fire inside of me.
A piece of him remained forbidden until now.
It’s as if we’ve been waiting a lifetime, trapped in our own dilemmas, too blind to see what is missing. I no longer care about anything else in this world besides him. There will be no stopping now.
I wait with bated breath anticipating his next move, his next touch. His palms graze against my backside, tracing the contours like a map and making me moan in delight. My body rocks back and forth at a slow pace, desperately waiting for him to enter me whole and fill me in.
“Do you know how much I’ve fantasized over you? Just like this,” he grunts, followed by a small smack against my heated skin. I yelp at the sensation, surprised how much it turns me on and heightens my senses. I silently beg him for more, pushing myself back into Oliver and grinding against him.
“The same as I’ve fantasized over you.”
With my skirt pushed up against my waist, he gently pulls my panties down, the lacy fabric gliding against my sensitive skin. He takes a moment to spread my legs and stare between them, then tells me exactly what he’s going to do.
“It’s not too late, Gabriella. Tell me to stop now.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Are you ready?” he questions with a rough tone. “Because once I start…”
I nod, barely able to control the rapid desire ready to unleash on him. The more he speaks, the harder his actions become until he latches onto the side of my waist and flips me over, pushing me on my back. He throws himself on top of me, his lips crashing against mine, intimately kissing me before he pulls back and stares into my eyes.
“Why are you looking at me this way?” I keep my voice low, conscious of the fact that his eyes haven’t left mine.
“You’re beautiful.”
I smile, worried over nothing. Oliver unleashes what he’s been holding back, sliding himself in slowly. I gasp, alarmingly aware of his size.
He focuses his attention back on my lips, kissing my mouth with urgency and leaving me without a single breath to catch. My nails claw their way across his back, his beautiful, muscular back.
With every move Oliver makes, I fall deeper under his spell, allowing him to ravage my body. Propping up on his knees, he watches himself move in and out, biting his lip while spreading my legs enough to cause me to wince in pain.
This man wants only me at this moment, and I will do every damn thing to
