Page 10 of Plunge into Obsession

He was fucking lucky I didn’t kill him. It was only because I didn’t fucking need the complication of a body on my hands.

I walked back inside to the nearly dark hallway.

Her scent hit me before she came into view. I stood frozen and watched the girl heading my way, completely unaware of her surroundings. She was a little more than a foot shorter than me, which would put her a little under five-foot-three, and a little thin, but that didn’t detract away from her beauty.

If anything, it had all my protective instincts roaring to life. The need to keep her safe from all the devils in the world, to claim her, had my skin vibrating.

She mumbled something under her breath, and my heart clenched.

I had no business thinking this girl was cute.

At only twenty-five, she was younger than me by eleven years.

A baby in the world.

Fuck me, but what the hell was I supposed to do about her?

I should fucking leave her alone.

I didn’t want to.

I stepped in front of her.

She didn’t notice and plowed right into me, a slight whoosh of breath escaping her lips.

I reached out and firmly grabbed hold of her, reveling in the feel of her body pressed against me, her unique floral scent more prominent now more than ever.

I realized this was the closest she had ever gotten to me.

Only two years had passed since I’d opened the strip club and she came to work for me.

I reached over and wrapped my arm fully around the small of her back, pulling her even closer to my body, until I could feel her nipples pebbling against me.

Fuck, but was she even wearing a bra?

How fucking badly I wanted to find out.

“Sorry….” She trailed off when she looked up and realized it was me. “Mr. Cadorna, I’m sorry.”

“Bianca, please call me Gabriel.”

Her eyes widened almost comically, and, though the light was dim, it was light enough that I could make out the pretty little blush that took over her cheeks. I bit back a smile. She looked like I had just asked her to get on her knees and give me a blow job. Fuck.

The thought alone was almost enough to have me come undone. I shifted slightly away so she wouldn’t feel my hard-on.

Her eyes moved down to my hand, and its knuckles bloody from pounding on thebastardoa few moments back.

I flexed my fingers slightly, and she turned those fascinating blue eyes back my way.

Her mouth opened before she said softly—so softly, I strained to hear her, “Gabriel.”

Fuck. Me.

That was probably the sweetest time I’d ever heard my own name.

I ran the back of my non-bloody hand down her soft cheek. She didn’t stop me or step away. If anything, it seemed like she moved a little closer to my touch. Her mouth parted, and the black in her eyes expanded around the sea-blue irises.

She was fucking attracted to me. Somehow, the thought sounded so fucking dangerous. I leaned down slowly, giving her the chance to pull away.

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