“What do you want, Victoria?” he rasps. “Is this what you want from me, to send me over the edge? To make me jealous?”
“As if you care!” I shoot back. “Why don’t you just leave me alone? I’m clearly not the right woman for you. You belong with someone like Anya.”
“Is that what you think? Would I be here if I didn’t care?” he stares intently into my eyes, searching for a response to his questions.
And I’m trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there, all soft and inviting… and all I can think about is having them on my body.
“Is that what you would have me do, Victoria?” he asks. “Leave you here, and you’d never see me again? Is that what you really want?”
His voice cracks, showing the pain he holds inside. I feel it too. And all I want to do right now is forget about that pain.
“No,” I whisper.
“Then tell me what you want,” he orders.
“I want… I want you,” I breathe, exasperated.
His lips are upon mine, hot and fierce, kissing me hard. His hand moves roughly to my throat, wrapping tightly around the sensitive flesh as his mouth assaults me. It’s his way of showing me I belong to him, and I couldn’t be more turned on by it.
He nips at my lip, the metallic taste of blood trickling into my mouth. And then again, he picks me up, flinging me over his shoulder as he carries me to the car waiting at the curb. He opens the door and thrusts me into the seat before he climbs in next to me.
He looks at the driver and issues a command. “Go.”
And then with the flick of a button, the privacy screen goes up and it’s just the two of us in the long bench seat. He turns to face me without saying a word, pulling my legs from the floor into his lap. His eyes burn hot with emotion as he unties the strings of my boots and flings them to the floor beneath. Then his hands are on my hips, yanking my skirt right off. He reaches down without hesitation and cups me with his palm, no doubt feeling my wetness.
“This is mine,” he growls. “Do you fucking understand that?”
I look up at him wide eyed and in shock. “Yes,” I whisper.
He reaches into his pocket and retrieves the diamond collar, lifting my hair before snapping it around my neck.
“You belong to me. Is that clear enough for you, Victoria?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He is really angry. In a way that I’ve never seen him before, and it’s confusing me. I like it when he’s rough, but he’s never really been angry with me like this.
He rubs his hand between my thighs, ripping through the fishnet stockings and my black lace panties in one quick movement. With a flick of his wrists, he has me flipped over with my face pressed against the leather seat.
He pulls my knees forward, effectively pushing my ass in the air. Then he moves behind me, unzipping his pants. I wait for something…. anything. He’s eerily quiet. But all I get is the stinging slap of his palm on my butt cheek.
I cry out unexpectedly, and he slaps me again. And again. Raining down blows on my ass in quick succession for what feels like hours before it stops.
He’s quiet again, with the exception of his ragged breaths, and without warning he slams inside of me. I wince as he pummels me relentlessly, grabbing my hips with his hands so I can’t move. I have no choice but to bear the brunt of his brutal thrusts.
“Is my cock not enough for you, Victoria?” he grunts from behind me.
“Yes, Gabriel,” I pant. “It is.”
He slams into me harder, grabbing a handful of my hair.
“Would you rather be fucking someone else? Perhaps one of the men inside that bar?”
His voice is ice cold, and I hate it. This isn’t my Gabriel. My gentle and rough lover. No this is the man I first met. The man who fucked women this way to see what they would put up with.
“I just want you!” I scream, trying desperately to get my point across.
“Say it again!” he orders. “Like you fucking mean it!”
“I do mean it,” I cry out. “I only want you, Gabriel. You’re the only man that can satisfy me.”
With my words, he bottoms out, gripping my hips as he releases himself inside of me.