When she didn’tthink she could take it anymore, his fingers were once again between herthighs, teasing her, torturing her. He brought her to the brink of pleasure butheld her poised, not letting her go over, even as she wanted to. His namespilled from her lips and only when Gabriel was ready did he let her come.
She screamed hisname as he fucked her ass. His orgasm joined withhers, spilling his cum into her ass as he did.
He didn’t let hergo. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
She didn’t knowhow long they stayed there in this position. Something had changed betweenthem. She wasn’t exactly sure what, but it no longer felt like an arrangement.
Chapter Nine
One week later
Gabriel climbedout of the car, buttoning up his jacket as he looked out at the endless landscapeof nothing.
Lucas’s clubhousewas set in the middle of nowhere. Their turf was nothing but a wasteland, andsoon his one station would be gone. It had taken a lot of favors, money, andblackmail to get what he wanted today.
He wasn’t going towait for the perfect opportunity nor was he going to help the cops bring in abunch of wanted bikers. Lucas had pushed too far, and this was his punishment.
Entering theclubhouse, he saw the bodies of the fallen bikers, and Gabriel didn’t give aflying fuck. They all deserved it as far as he wasconcerned. Each and every single one of them got what was coming to them.
Lucas though, hungupside down, blood spilling from his chin.
Gabriel grabbed achair and sat down.
“You fucker. You think you can stop me?”
“Look around you,Lucas.” He took his time to survey the damage. “Every single one of your bikersare here.” He reached down and grabbed the head of the nearest one. “All ofthem dead.”
“There are more.”
“Not of your club,there’s not. This is every man. Don’t worry, I checked. You were going to havea party in celebration for invading my turf. My land.”
“I warned you.”
“In case you don’trealize this, Lucas. I don’t follow orders. I don’t do anything I don’t want.You came to my city and took out one of my café’s.” It wasn’t owned by himpersonally, but in his city, he considered every small business was a part ofhim.
“You think I’m theonly one who knows about your woman? It wasn’t exactly hard, you know. You’vegot people who want to see you fall.”
Gabriel was very muchaware of the anonymous tip and it had only taken a few PIs to find the manwho’d been dancing with Claire was the same man who’d been at the café, servingcoffee. The man had invaded the event, pretended to be a businessman to getclose. He’d seen an opportunity and well, Gabriel had already ended hismiserable existence and was being fed to sharks as they spoke now. There wouldbe no memory of him.
No one would care.
He was nothing.
No one.
“But you were theone who made sure I knew and you didn’t exactly keep it a secret, did you?”
“Fuck you.”
Gabriel laughed. Hismen had already laid out a tray with his favorite knives. Stroking the blade,he picked up the largest one, holding the tip against his finger. He thoughtabout Claire. The pain she’d been in. The glass in her hair. She could havedied.
No matter what heintended to do after this, he would make this son of a bitchpay for the danger he put her and his sister in.
Lucas hung upsidedown, his arms tied behind his back. Perfectly vulnerable and exposed. Hedidn’t think of where would be the right place to makethe pain last, or to keep him alive longer. He reacted. Slamming the blade intoLucas’s thigh, he relished the screams that rang through the air. He repeatedthe action. When the blade was covered in blood, he put it back on the tray andtook a smaller one. This time to slash through the skin.
The moment Lucaspassed out, he paused, wiping the sweat from his brow. He got his men to wakehim up, throwing buckets of piss at him. Again, thetorture commenced and hours later, the floor was covered in blood, but hisanger wasn’t over.
Gabriel moved tothe exit as his men doused the remains in gasoline. He moved toward his car,stripping out of his clothes, which were taken back inside the building. Hepulled on a fresh suit and stared at the clubhouse.
As the last of hismen exited, flames started to engulf the place. Watching it burn, he waiteduntil there was nothing left before climbing into his car. Even as he went, hecalled Claire on his way. She was working that night and he needed her now.
He’d already wipedall the blood from his hands and ran a hand down his face. He needed her. Onelast time he had to have her.
Like all the timesbefore, she didn’t answer her damn cell phone. He’dalready told his man to take him to her, and the drive only fueled his need.Killing Lucas was supposed to put this monster to bed.
Arriving at theprivate mansion, he climbed out of the car and made his way to his office. Hepassed Casey on the way and told her to get Claire to his office. Sitting athis desk, he put his hands flat on the desk.
There was no fearof hurting her. He’d never hurt Claire, at least not physically.
Seconds passed.Maybe even minutes.
The door openedand there was Claire, dressed for work, her body on display.
“Gabriel.” Shestepped toward him but stopped the moment she looked into his eyes. “What’sgoing on?”
He got to hisfeet.
“Gabriel?”
He didn’t speak,just advanced to her. She stepped back and he kept on following her. Her back hit the door and he slammed his hands either side of herhead, trapping her.
“This is exactlywhere you need to be,” he said.
“What’s going on?”
He took possessionof her lips, sliding one of his hands down to move between the fabric at herthigh. He touched her pussy,
