Page 17 of Cruel Master

His lips come down until they’re hovering scarcely a centimeter from mine. He’s so close I feel his lips brush mine when he speaks again, his hot breath fanning over my mouth.

I'm certain he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. Instead, he suddenly stands, tearing his body away from me.

Cool air brushes my skin in the absence of his heat. Without another word, he turns on his heels and stalks to the door, clicking it shut firmly behind him. I sit up on my elbows and gape after him, my head spinning with his one-eighty. This man’s Jekyll and Hyde act is going to give me whiplash.

I sit there in stunned silence, waiting for my pattering heart to slow down, but even when it does, my body is still burning from what Gabriel did to me.

I take in a deep breath, willing my core to settle. The throbbing won't go away, though. Gabriel has unleashed something inside of me that demands attention.

I try my best to ignore it. I curl myself into a ball and try to go to sleep, anything to get my mind off of the torturous throbbing in between my legs, but it never abates.

Finally, I turn back onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, the apex of my thighs still throbbing insistently and feeling like it’s on fire.

I already hate myself for what I'm about to do, but I can’t help myself.

I slip my hands under my dress and under the band of my panties, moving them to touch my engorged clit.

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I moanas I stroke my finger over my clit, arching my back at the electricity that courses through me from that point of contact.

Of course, I've tried to touch myself before, but I've never been this turned on before. My fingers are already soaked by the moisture between my legs.

I bite my lip as I begin to rub faster. I'm so far gone even the image of icy blue eyes in my mind isn't enough to make me stop. No, it makes my breath hitch and causes my core to clench.

I know I'll hate myself for it when this is over, but for right now, I'm beyond caring. I can't control myself. All I can think about is climbing higher and higher.

Just as I feel like I'm on the verge of something cataclysmic, my hand is forcefully snatched from between my legs. I gasp, my eyes popping open to see Gabriel’s eyes blistering down at me hotter than ever before.

My face immediately burns with humiliation. I was so distracted, I must not have heard him come back in, and as if that isn’t embarrassing enough, it only makes it worse being caught knowing that I was just thinking of him. The look on his face makes me think he knows I was thinking of him too.

I want to die right here.

He licks his lips as his eyes trail over my face. Then, with my wrist still firmly grasped in his hand, he lifts my hand to his mouth, never taking his eyes off mine. He pulls my fingers to his lips and takes them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits. It's enough to send more moisture gushing between my thighs, and I can't help the small moan that escapes me.

He moves his lips maddeningly close to mine, so close I can smell myself on his breath. “You’re mine now, Nora, or have I not made that clear? That means even your pleasure is mine. You don't get off without me.”

And although I'm embarrassed as hell that he caught me, I go for indignation instead. Otherwise, my embarrassment will swallow me whole.

I jut my chin at him defiantly. “It's my body.”

His hand strikes fast as lightning, gripping me at the nape of my neck and jerking my head up so that his eyes are all I see. “Not anymore.” He speaks low, yet his voice holds a hint of warning and danger.

“Everything about you is mine. Your mind, your body...” His gaze drops to my chest. I hear his unspoken words, and I scoff. If he thinks he'll ever have my heart, he can keep dreaming.

True, he might be able to break my mind and body, but he will never, ever have my heart. I vow that to myself.

He must see the challenge in my eyes because he smirks before he runs his finger down my cheek. “I think this is part of why I wanted you so much,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “That stubborn streak of yours is going to make it that much sweeter when I finally do break you.”

“So that is what you want?” I ask him breathlessly. “To break me?”

He continues to study me like I'm a fascinating new possession. “I've already told you what I want from you, and it’s so much more. I want everything.”

He strokes his hand down the column of my throat and over my chest, down the side of my hips. He stops to cup my pussy possessively before raising a mocking eyebrow at me. “Do you want me to take care of this for you?”

My face flames, and my pussy throbs in response to his words, but I shake my head defiantly.

He chuckles as if he knew that would be my answer. “So beautiful, so stubborn,” he murmurs again. “You'll willingly suffer for it.”

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