Page 101 of Plunge into Obsession

I gasped when he pulled out of me, my leg twitching, my body still feeling so sensitive.

I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and that did nothing to help with my sensitivity.

It also didn’t help that Gabriel was looking at me—not at my body, but at my face, my eyes—with a strange expression that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

I blinked at him, and that seemed to break whatever spell he was putting me under because he sat on the bed and climbed off it.

I couldn’t help how my gaze swept across his broad, muscular back, including the tattoo of the dark skeleton face covering more than half of his back. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed it on him the last time, but then again, we hadn’t done much exploring last time. Most of our interactions had been desperate and frantic. I didn’t remember much of that night—visually.

Instead, I remembered the way it had felt when he was kissing me. Caressing me. Touching me. I remembered the way it had felt when he was inside me. I shivered, trying to push the memory back and look at his large form.

And he was that.

So big.

The skull on his back seemed to stare at me with its empty eyes—not unlike the way Gabriel sometimes stared at me—and the top of the skull was made up of detailed flower petals, barely touching the bottom of his neck. On the top right and the bottom of the skull were two large man’s hands, and the tattoo was drawn in a way that made it appear like the hands were pulling the skeleton back into the abyss.

It was intricate work.

Beautiful work, and I imagined it must have taken hours upon hours to complete.

My eyes made their way down his back.

Fuck, it looked hard, and my mouth watered at the sight alone.

There was something wrong with me. I shouldn’t be feeling anything for the man except disdain.

He turned around, and I didn’t look away fast enough. My eyes made contact with his cock. Even soft, he was huge and beautiful.

Would he taste as good as he looked?

I shook away the thought and lifted my chin.

Gabriel smirked when he caught my eye, and I could feel my cheeks tighten with embarrassment. I shouldn’t have looked at him so shamelessly.

He reached over for me and helped me up until I was kneeling on the mattress in front of him.

Even like this, he was still about two inches taller than me.

I met his eyes again.

His hand grasped my chin firmly, his thumb moving over my swollen bottom lip, before he kissed me sweetly.

I closed my eyes, giving in to it.

I was supposed to fight him, wasn’t I?

But fuck, what was the point?

Not when he’d threatened Kaia, and not when he was just so damn good at creating the pretty illusion of a doting and caring husband.

I didn’t know the man.

Not at all.

The times I had seen him at the club didn’t show me who the real Gabriel Cadorna was.

It showed me the professional front he put on for other people in his place of business.

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