Page 179 of Plunge into Obsession

The last part was said in a whisper, but I heard him loud and clear. More tears fell, and he took as much of them into his lips as possible.

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. I am never letting you go, so you’d better prepare yourself. I am fucking greedy when it comes to you, so even if it might be better for you if I wasn’t in your life, I won’t let you leave. You got me,wife?”

He placed so much emphasis on the word, there was no mistaking what Gabriel thought of it.

I was his wife, and he was never letting me go.

His words should scare me—and they did—but under all that fear was something else.

A sort of relief to know for sure that Gabriel was so possessive of me that he would never be able to let me go.

That I was so much more than a fucking incubator to him.

It was messed up.

His words shouldn’t bring me any sort of relief.

I pulled him closer to me, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.

I didn’t want him to ever let me go.

My arms wrapped around his neck.

He kissed me back, the palm cupping me, starting to move.

Tremors convulsed my entire body, and my muscles clenched as he increased in tempo.

Fuck me.

I turned my head to the side and let out a small moan. This felt so good.

So fucking good.

He dipped two thick fingers inside me.

“God,” I said, clenching around him.

He fucked me with them.

My legs twitched from the sensation alone, and Gabriel watched my face intently.

“It doesn’t fucking matter how many women there are out there. The ones in my past are just that,mi corazón. History. And it won’t matter how many will try to take me away from you. They won’t ever fucking succeed. Just like all thosebastardosout there who think they can take you from me. They don’t fucking matter. And I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

His fingers seemed to move faster the more he talked, and his eyes brightened with his possessiveness.

“It’s just you and me.”

I nodded with a sob. “Yes. Just you and me.”

“Then come for me, baby. Come.”

My back arched, and I did as he commanded. I came on a loud cry, wetness gushing out of me and coating the skin between us.

He pulled back and played with my clit, prolonging the orgasm and driving me over the edge.

I was too sensitive, and he was too relentless.

“Gabriel,” I cried.

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