"You are so fucking tight," he says. "It feels amazing baby."
His words and gentle caresses manage to soothe my frayed nerves, and I relax around him. He continues to inch himself deeper and deeper until he's finally rooted all the way inside of me. It's a strangely erotic feeling, being stuffed so full of Gabriel in such a forbidden place. It turns me on in a way I didn't expect, and when he starts moving, foreign sensations burst from deep within my belly. The feeling of him rocking back and forth, igniting every single one of my nerves, is so intense I don't know whether to cry or scream.
"Yes." He crows behind me. "That's it, angel."
His hands find my breasts and he strokes both of my nipples while he fucks me from behind. It's all too much. The pressure inside me builds rapidly, guttural sounds I don't even recognize coming from my mouth.
"Would you like to come baby?" he asks as he thrusts into me again.
"Yes! Please, Gabriel!"
"Good girl." His hand continues kneading my breast as he finger fucks me at the same time. Dark spots fill my vision as the orgasm tears through me, nearly making me faint in the process. I'm still throbbing around him when he growls, pouring his own release deep inside of me.
"Fuck!" he pants, collapsing beside me. "You never cease to amaze me, Victoria."
I can't speak, or even have a rational thought for that matter, so I just stare up at him with heavy eyelids. He kisses the crown of my hair and strokes my entire body before releasing me from my binds. I'm like a limp noodle, completely useless as he carries me back into his bathroom, setting me down into the bathtub. He goes about running the water and pouring in soap while I focus on not passing out. I've never experienced an orgasm so intense in my life, and it's taking me forever to come back down to earth.
Gabriel climbs in behind me and pulls me to his chest while he massages my shoulders and back, kissing my temples softly.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "You haven't said anything."
"I'm more than okay." I relax back into him. "That was … amazing."
He breathes a deep sigh of relief, squeezing me a little tighter. "I'm glad that I was the one to give it to you."
Chapter Three
Gabriel
As I pull away from the curb outside Victoria's apartment, my cell phone rings. The number on the screen indicates it's Allan Ricketts, the same detective I had it out with last week.
"Allan," I answer briskly, "did you finally come to your senses?"
"Yes, Mr. Maddox," he says in a contrite tone. "I've been working on a hunch, but I didn't want to say anything before. Now I have something concrete for you."
As much as I don't want to take the bait, he has my attention. If it's something concerning Victoria, I need to know about it, even if I do hate dealing with this scumbag.
"Fine, what is it?"
"I'm afraid this is a little bit more of a confidential matter," Allan says nervously. "I'm going to need to meet you somewhere. I have some hard copy documents to give you."
"Can't you just fax them to me?" I snap.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Maddox, but not these. You'll understand why when you see them."
"Fine," I agree. "Where do I need to meet you?"
"Well, it's the weekend," Allan says. "I'm at my apartment."
"Text me the address. I'll come now."
When the text comes through, I debate just telling him to fuck off. The place is all the way on the other side of the city. But again, I think of Victoria, and I enter it into my GPS. An hour later I pull up in front of the dilapidated apartment building, thinking that it's a perfect place for a roach like Allan to live. Still, I have to wonder what he does with all the money he makes from his steep fees.
The elevator is out of order when I walk in, so I open the door to the stairwell. No sooner do I step inside before something cracks into the back of my skull.
Victoria
I haven't heard from Gabriel for two days, which is unusual. The way he was acting on Sunday, I expected him to be all over my case. I've been going stir-crazy in this apartment while I wait for his call.
My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. It's my boss Marvin from the courier company.
"Hello Marvin," I answer less than enthusiastically.
"Victoria," he greets me in a business-like tone. "I need you to make a delivery this morning, can you do it?"
I hesitate for a moment before answering. Gabriel isn't going to like this, but right now, I don't care. He's too busy to give me a courtesy call or respond to my texts, and I need to get out of this apartment.
"Sure," I agree. "I can be there in thirty minutes."
I hang up the phone and quickly throw on some jeans and a hoodie. Before I head out, I toy with the idea of taking the gun with me. I know it will make the inevitable fight with Gabriel easier if I do, so I tuck it into the back of my jeans beneath my jacket.
When I walk into the living room, Alanna gives me a puzzled glance.
"I'm just going to make one delivery," I explain. "I need to get out of this apartment before I go crazy."
Alanna nods in understanding. "Okay, just be careful, babe. Gabriel's got me twisted into a bundle of nerves now. I'll feel much better when we are safe in his apartment."
"Yeah," I groan as I walk out the door. If that ever happens.
When I get to the courier company, my boss hands me a piece of paper with the address on it.
"You sure are popular." He laughs. "I think it must be that rich boyfriend of yours. He told me not to tell you, so make sure you act surprised, okay?"
I smile in relief. He must be planning a surprise for me. I wonder curiously what it is as I walk down the street.
Twenty minutes later I'm staring up at two adjacent buildings. This business has a ½ address, and I can't figure out where it is. I decide to walk down the alleyway, thinking it must be somewhere behind the two buildings. I'm expecting Gabriel to be standing there, but I don't see him anywhere. I don't see any buildings with the address on them either.
An uneasy feeling starts to creep into my belly, unfurling its black venom like a poisonous snake. The more I think about it, the more I realize Gabriel would never ask me to walk around in a strange place like this. It doesn't feel right.
I turn to leave, but it's already too late. Something slams into me from behind, plunging me into darkness as I crash to the ground beneath.
Chapter Four
Victoria
My tongue is plastered to the roof of my mouth and it feels like someone's jammed a knife straight into the back of my skull. One quick glance around confirms that what happened before wasn't a nightmare. I'm lying on a stone cold floor with my arms bound behind me, my forehead covered in blood and sweat. Bile rises in my throat as I try in vain to struggle loose from the ropes, but a hard boot to my ribs is quick to put a stop to that.
"Stop moving, bitch!" A man barks from behind me.
My mouth is duct taped and I try to speak, but everything comes out muffled. All I want to do is scream, but I know I need to stay calm. To figure out where I am and what's happening. I'm not dead yet, so there has to be something I can do.
I glance around and take in my surroundings. This place looks strangely familiar, and it only takes all of a minute for reality to sink in. I'm in Gabriel's cabin.
A renewed sense of dread washes over me as I flop my body over, craning my neck to look for him. The man who kicked me is standing in front of the door, watching me intently. It's the same man who bumped into me in front of my apartment the other day, the one I got the weird feeling about. I have no idea what he could possibly want with me, but from the look in his eye, it doesn't take much to guess.
I try not to focus on that as I continue to survey the room around me. Lifting my head isn't easy, and the moment I do searing pain shoots through my skull. I whimper and try to suppress the overwhelming urge to vomit as my eyes land on the other side of the room.
My worst nightmare has come to life as I glance at the battered figures strapped into metal chairs before me. Alanna looks as though she is sleeping peacefully, but Gabriel is bleeding badly from the side of his drooped head. He looks as if he's taken the brunt of this strange man's wrath, and my heart squeezes at the sight. I don't know what he wants, but the more I watch him, the more I realize he's waiting for something. Or someone.
Almost as if on cue, the front door creaks open, and a voice behind me chills me to the bone. Sweetness laced with Arsenic, the most caustic woman I've ever known enters the room with a flourish.
Eleanore.
"Is the bitch awake yet?" she asks casually, her gaze swinging in my direction.
"Yeah, she's awake all right," the man retorts. "And already causing trouble too. When are you going to let me at her?"