Page 16 of Cruel Master

Silence stretchesbetween us as we stare at one another. Gabriel doesn't say a word when he finally walks into the room, closing the door behind him without ever taking his eyes from me.

My chest is heaving up and down in panicked pants, but I resist the urge to retreat from him. Besides, there's no escaping him in this room. There's no escaping him period. I'm quickly starting to see that.

“You called for me, kitten?” He speaks softly in that darkly alluring voice of his.

I shake my head, my brow furrowing. “No, I didn’t.”

His eyes flick over to the shattered vase on the floor where water and blue rose petals lay among the broken glass.

“You want my attention,” he speaks slowly as he lifts his icy blue eyes up to mine and splays his hands out to his sides, “you’ve got it.”

“That's not what I was—” I sputter, tripping over my words. “I was just venting my frustration.”

His mouth quirks up into a slow, evil smile. “I can think of a better way for you to vent out your frustration, kitten. Shall I show you?”

I take a few steps back from him—what little good it does.

He doesn't hurry his stride. He advances on me slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. He's not the least bit worried about me escaping, and why should he be? He's created an impenetrable fortress here. I can't even get out of this room.

The closer he gets to me, the more helpless I feel, and the more that helplessness fills me, the angrier I get. Panic and hatred fill my chest the closer his huge form looms to me.

I lift my hand without thinking and swing it to strike him, but he catches me mid-swing, his eyes flashing with heat, though he doesn't look angry.

No, I see something else in his eyes. Something darker. Something that lets me know he enjoys my anger. That this is what he's been wanting all along.

Still holding tightly onto my wrist, he lowers it to my side and wraps his other arm around the small of my back, yanking me to him. I feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into my stomach, and my breath comes out even more labored.

“We're going to work that frustration out of you, sweet girl, but only after you admit that you want this.”

My breath leaves me in a shaky puff as his eyes blaze down at me, burning me with their heat. He leans down to speak directly into my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Admit that you want my cock tearing through that little virgin barrier, and I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”

All the blood rushes to my face as I struggle in his hold. “I will not,” I deny vehemently. “You're insane!”

He chuckles darkly as he holds me against him. “So you’ve said,” he notes dryly before he ignores my struggles and pins me to the bed, his body covering mine.

My throat gets tight as panic floods my entire system. Dear God, he's not really going to force himself on me like this, is he? He said he wouldn't, but why should I believe anything he says? This is the man who kidnapped me and killed the man he had carry out his dirty deed for him right in front of my very eyes. I'm a fool if I think I can trust anything he says.

I close my eyes tightly and try to retreat somewhere into the back of my mind. I can't face what is happening. But of course, Gabriel won't let me off that easy.

He grips my chin in his hands tightly. “Open your eyes,” he commands firmly.

I try to shake my head, but he has a firm hold on my chin.

I keep my eyes tightly closed. He squeezes my chin. “Open,” he orders me again.

And I finally do, glaring at him defiantly.

“That's a good kitten. Eyes on me,” he orders me as he starts humping against me through our clothing.

My mouth parts in a silent gasp when I feel the electricity crackling through me at the friction his body creates against mine. It’s like he knows how to angle himself so that he hits me just so, sending tendrils of pleasure curling all throughout my body.

His icy blue eyes are searing me with their intensity. His jaw is hard and firm, and his nostrils flare as he continues to rub against me.

I'm trying my best to shut my body down and to keep my toes from curling with the pleasure that’s snapping along every nerve in my body.

His voice is taunting as he smirks down at me. “Say it, kitten. Admit you want me.”

I press my lips together stubbornly to keep from crying out as I try my best to ignore the way he's perfectly playing my body like a master violinist.

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