Page 112 of Plunge into Obsession

“Look at me,mi cariño,” he said.

I shook my head. I didn’t know what that tone in his voice meant, and I didn’t want to find out.

He shook me. “Look at me.”

I wanted to be stubborn. To hold out and actually see what he would do to me once I disobeyed him.

But I was too fucking scared.

I looked up at him.

“I would never hurt you.”

A scoff escaped my lips before I could help it.

“Physically,” he corrected. “But I am not above using whatever means necessary to get you to comply with me. To obey me.”

“Obey you?”

His thumb pressed on my chin, drawing my attention. “Yes, obey me. And what’s more, you would want to.”

“And why would I want to?”

“To please me,” he answered casually, as if we were talking about something as mundane as the weather.

I shook my head.

“Yes,” he said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Youwill. Because when you please me, when you learn to defer to me and to want my approval, I will reward you.”

I shivered, but my reaction this time was for a completely different reason.

His dark eyes seemed to have gone even darker than usual.

He kissed me again.

I didn’t pull away. I didn’t close my eyes either, giving in to the kiss.

He pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth, playing with it, the sharp pain of the bite mingling with the pleasurable sensation of his taste that I could feel straight down to my clit.

I gasped when he bit a little harder, leaving a wet patch there that I wasn’t sure was from his spit or my blood.

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Let me kiss you. Let me show exactly why you belong to me and that no other small-dick fuckers will do.”

I let out a hiss of air when he pulled my lips in between his and sucked.

He reached up and played with my nipples through my dress.

The thin fabric did nothing to protect me from his invasive touch.

They had been so sensitive lately, I wondered if Gabriel could make me come like this alone.

He rubbed them harshly before tweaking the hardened nubs between his fingers.

“Gabriel,” I moaned into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. You like that, don’t you? You like it when I touch you? When I make you feel good?” He slapped my nipple. I arched and let out a loud groan. “When I hurt you? Open your mouth, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”

I thought I had more fight in me than this, but it was impossible when Gabriel was touching me—when his scent surrounded me, and I didn’t know how to keep up the damn wall.

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