“Stop now,” he instructed.
She breathed hard and stared at him for a moment before she began again. When he wouldn’t let go of her she growled at him.
“Do you get off on holding me here? Maybe you want to attack me as well? Looks like I inspire the worst in men,” she sneered. “Always worthless. Men, you are all scum…
She reeled off a number of contemptuous terms for the male sex but he wasn’t listening to them. He could only hear her pain screaming out at him. This angry frustrated splinter of her soul who was shouting at him at the top of her voice wasn’t just angry with herself and the world around her but was feverishly attempting to protect her from more harm.
“So, which one are you, Mr Malinov?” she screamed at him.
He stared at her.
“None of them. I am only what you need,” he arrogantly informed her.
Her anger faltered for a moment shocked by his calm reaction. She wanted a fight but he wasn’t prepared to give her one. It wasn’t what she needed. She needed to be held and made to feel safe but right now Antonia wasn’t listening to herself and her own needs.
She laughed with disbelief.
“You nearly had me there, Mr Malinov.”
“Stop calling me Mr Malinov.”
“I nearly believed you but men lie. Just like my father did to my mother and me,” she snapped.
Antonia raised her leg to kick him but Gabriel reacted quickly to prevent her attack. He pulled her away from the wall and through the door of the suite, slamming it shut behind him. He dragged her upstairs hoping he could somehow convince her to rest.
She wriggled out of his grip and began jabbing her finger hard into her chest.
“I was looking after those girls. It was me who let them down.”
Her finger jabbing was brutal and was going to leave bruises on her chest. He moved towards her and caught hold of her hand to make her stop. When she tried to remove it he squeezed her flesh. But she fought back, punching at him to gain her freedom and he lost his grip. She ran past him towards the door but he was too quick for her, easily blocking her path.
Trapped again she walked backwards. Gabriel watched her catch a glance at herself in the mirror. It provoked her anger further but this time she took it out on herself.
“I hate you,” she screamed at herself in the mirror. “Worthless bitch,” she said raising her hand and slapping the side of her face so hard it knocked her sideways.
Malinov rushed towards her trying to catch hold of her flailing arms as they continued to hit her head and scratch her nails down the side of her face drawing blood.
“You let them down. Why do I always let everyone down? My mother was right about me. I am just not good enough,” she shouted at herself before letting out a howl of angry pain.
Gabriel pulled her hands from her head and opened them wide. He forced her to walk backwards to the bed as her eyes flooded and streamed with tears and pushed her down on the bed. He held her there using all of his strength to contain her thrashing body which was trying to kick him.
“Don’t. I won’t let you hurt yourself anymore. Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he thundered at her leaning his body over her captive one on the bed. “I have never met a more brave woman than you. You are none of those cruel things you say. I…” he stopped unable to say it. He was falling in love with her.
She struggled again and kicked him. He found himself lowering his lips down on her hers to kiss her hard. It was the only thing he could think of to stop her and shock her temper into silence. She resisted at first continuing to fight him for her freedom trying to move from side to side but he decided to persist a short while longer and he was rewarded.
Antonia raised her head from the bed suddenly feverishly responding to his kiss as though he were a drug she needed, allowing him to dominantly thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. Still holding her down tightly, he kissed her deeply guiding and persuading her to accept his control and become submissive.
When Antonia moaned against his lips with pleasure and panted her need for him, he broke the kiss for a second to look down at her. He decided to let go of her arms, warning her with his black eyes there would be consequences if she dared to move.
He wanted her naked and quick. The urge to be inside her pulsed. Gabriel took hold of the bottom of her dress and indulged the fantasy he’d had since he’d first seen her walk down the stairs in it and ripped the material of the dress from the bottom up like a Neanderthal.
Antonia appeared to appreciate the sentiment. She arched her body upwards off the bed towards him as he tore the dress from her body brushing his tuxedo against her as he undid the crystal collar and pulled the remnants out from under her. He took hold of the lacy panties on either side and yanked them down her body and off. Antonia thrust her pelvis up in response as her lips uttered a helpless feminine gasp as he moved up her body and thrust them between her lips to gag her. Sweeping his eyes over her naked form with satisfaction he knelt on the bed, he ran his hand down her side curving it around her hip before
