"Because." He squeezes me in his arms. "I didn't love them. I didn't feel bad about doing it to them because they were all using me too. But it's different with you … "
"But it wasn't different before I told you what happened to me," I interrupt. "And now all of the sudden it is?"
"I don't know,' Gabriel mutters, confusion settling in his eyes.
"You like dominating me," I say. "You told me in the beginning that was part of who you are."
"Of course I like it," he groans. "But that doesn't make it right."
"Don't you get it?" I plead. "I like what you do to me. More than that … I love it. In a world where it feels like there is uncertainty around every corner, the only place I feel safe, the only place I have ever felt safe, is when I'm in your arms, Gabriel. When I'm vulnerable to you. You've taught me how to trust again."
He takes a deep breath, pulling me closer. "But … "
"No, Gabriel. You can't change things now," I say adamantly. "You can just love me for who I am. Just as I love you for who you are."
"I don't want you to wake up one day and realize that I'm a bad man, Victoria. That I've done bad things to you. I never want you to feel that way again."
I reach up on my toes, kissing his neck softly as I run my fingers through his hair. "You've never hurt me, Gabriel. And I'm not delusional about what we have. I need you to trust me to know what I need from you, the same thing I've always needed from you. The man I fell in love with, that's the man I want."
He sighs as he pulls me into him, showering my face with gentle kisses while his hands skate beneath my shirt, heating my skin everywhere he touches.
"I want to bury myself in you, baby," he says, his voice pained.
I moan my assent as his hand finds my nipple, toying with it beneath the lace of my bra. Gabriel grunts as he swings my legs up around his hips and carries me back to his bedroom.
We tear off each other's clothes and spend the next three hours making love. And just like that, my world is right again.
Chapter Twelve
Victoria
The next morning I wake to find the space next to me empty again. I'm just about to groan with frustration when Gabriel peeks his head around the door.
"Good morning baby," he says mischievously.
"What are you up to?" I mutter. "Come back to bed."
"What do you mean?" he laughs, walking towards me slowly. "Can't a guy just say good morning to his beautiful girlfriend?"
My face softens at his words. "Don't try to schmooze me, Maddox, I know you're up to something. Now spill the beans."
"I'm not up to anything." He grins. "I'm just happy. I shouldn't have let everything get to me the way it did."
"No, you shouldn't have," I admonish. "And you should have just talked to me, instead of going all weird on me."
"Duly noted," he says, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm still learning how to navigate all of this relationship stuff."
Out the corner of my eye, I glance at the clock to see how much time we have, trying not to be too obvious but failing miserably. I grin at Gabriel as he pulls away, his expression mirroring my own.
"I took the day off." He brushes his fingers along my collarbone, sending shivers throughout my body.
"Really? You mean I get you all to myself for the whole day?"
"Almost," he says. "You'll have to share me for a while tonight."
"What do you mean?" I pout.
"We have a cocktail thing," he says.
I blink my eyes a couple times, waiting for further explanation, but he doesn't give it. I know by the smile on his face, it's worthless to try to pursue the issue further. And at that moment, I don't really care, because I have something else on my mind. I get up and saunter out of the bedroom naked without a glance back.
"Where are you going?" Gabriel calls out.
"Guess you'll find out," I call back over my shoulder as I round the entrance to the sex room.
I kneel on the floor and wait several minutes before Gabriel finally appears. I'm nervous, but I want to try this again. I want to give us what we both need. When he stands in silence in front of me for several minutes, I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I'm not sure how he's going to react this time.
He walks across the room and takes a seat in the highback chair, looking very much like a King. He leans back and spreads his legs before looking at me expectantly.
"Crawl to me," he says in a soft, seductive tone.
My nipples tighten and my core clenches as I crawl to him on all fours, never taking my eyes from his. There's no mistaking the desire as his molten blue irises rake over me, his nostrils flaring when I kneel before him.
"Take out my cock," he rasps.
I unzip his jeans, rubbing my palm along the thin cotton barrier to his engorged member. His eyes grow hooded as he watches me tease and test him, the heat of his arousal searing into my hand. His fingers tangle through my hair, giving it a tug while he scowls at me.
"Take out my cock, Victoria."
Instead of feeling admonished, I grin at the dominance that I've been craving. Gabriel smirks at me as I free his impressive cock, stroking it in my hand.
"Good girl," he hisses. "That's good. Now suck it."
I swirl my tongue around the fat head, sucking the pre-come onto my tongue and savoring his taste. Gabriel groans and grabs my head, rocking his hips forward to greet my mouth.
I grasp his thighs and hold on as he lets all of the tension that's been boiling inside of him release itself. His thickness fills my mouth with every thrust, giving me the roughness that I need as he loses himself in the motions.
His entire body tenses, and I suck harder, wrapping my palm around the base and working him into a frenzy. He comes with an agonized growl, pouring his release down my throat as he strokes my hair affectionately.
His head falls back against the chair and he grins down at me, wrapping his fingers around mine.
"Come up here, baby," he says.
I climb onto his lap and he spreads my legs so that I'm straddling him. His thumb casually strokes my clit while he wraps the other hand around the base of my neck, kissing and nipping at my lips. He swallows my cries, and in a matter of moments, I'm exploding around his fingers. The orgasm is blinding and intense, and it takes me several minutes of Gabriel's comforting touch to come back down.
When I do, I realize that he's moved me to the bed. Somehow in the course of the last few minutes, he's managed to start binding my ankles and wrists.
I release a shaky breath as he strokes my cheek affectionately.
"You ready for round two?" he asks.
"Yes," I say resolutely.
"Good." He grins. "Because I'm going to fuck you all day long."
Chapter Thirteen
Victoria
True to Gabriel's promise, he fucked me all day long. We only paused for some necessary sustenance and a power nap. I'm incredibly sore, but I can't wipe the smile off my face. Everything is just as it should be. Finally.
"C'mon." Gabriel smacks me on the ass with a grin. "Time to get up. I'll help you shower."
"I doubt we'd get much showering done." I yawn.
"We have to," he says, dragging the pad of his thumb across my lips. "Our guest will be here soon."
"Guest?" I wrinkle my brows in confusion.
For some reason, I just assumed we'd be going out somewhere.
"Yep," Gabriel replies, not giving anything away. "You have twenty minutes, so unless you want to meet him naked, I suggest you get dressed."
I drag myself from the bed with a groan, and as promised, Gabriel helps me shower. He's all business, though, and just as soon as we are dressed he tugs me to the kitchen and deposits me at the breakfast bar.
He gathers some glasses from the cupboards and starts pouring drinks while I watch him in fascination. When the doorbell rings, he gives me a nervous smile before opening it.
A man in his late fifties steps inside, greeting Gabriel warmly. At first I think he must be one of his business associates, but the longer I look at him, I know that can't possibly be the case.
Though he's wearing a suit, it's a bit more on the eclectic side with red suspenders and a bowtie. He completes the look with thick black framed glasses and a walking cane though I'm not sure if it's for decoration or actual use.
He swings his gaze in my direction and quirks an eyebrow as though he's deciding something for himself before Gabriel introduces us.
"Arthur, this is Victoria. Victoria, Arthur Huckabee."
The name sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it, so I give him a nervous smile and hold out my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Arthur."
"The pleasure is all mine." He bows dramatically, kissing the back of my hand before taking a seat beside me.
Gabriel seems to relax once he's seated, holding up the two bottles of wine he's pulled from the fridge.