Page 58 of Plunge into Obsession

Her breath caught, and she shook her head, at a loss for words.

I smiled and went to work.

The answer: seven more times.

8

BIANCA

I woke up on a cloud.

That was the only way to describe this mattress.

My bed in the small ranch-style house I shared with Kaia was nothing compared to how comfortable Gabriel’s bed was.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and stretched my sore muscles. I didn’t think I had ever been sore the day after sex before, but I had never experienced multiple orgasms in one night either.

I shivered a little in remembrance of all that Gabriel had done to me last night.

He had taken me twice in the bathroom, then we soon went to sleep, only for him to awaken me in the middle of the night with his mouth on my pussy and wrench three more orgasms out of me before he took me a third time.

I frowned.

Gabriel hadn’t worn a condom any of those times.

Something told me he wouldn’t give me something, but…

Didn’t that make me too trusting, not asking him?

I had never had sex without the man wearing a condom.

And I wasn’t exactly at the time of my ovulation to get pregnant, but that didn’t mean there weren’t risks involved.

How could I possibly be so stupid?

I sat up on the bed and pulled the sheets to my chest, though it was pointless.

I was alone.

I touched the space on the bed where Gabriel had slept beside me and found it cold.

The noise downstairs caught my attention, and I quickly climbed out of bed.

Gabriel had taken my dress off in the foyer, so I didn’t have it with me. I opted to wear one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants and moved to the bathroom.

I used the toothbrush Gabriel had given me the night before and tried to comb through the messy waves of my long hair with my fingers.

I looked terrible.

And I didn’t think spending any more time in the bathroom would help.

Hesitantly, I made my way down the stairs, taking in the house once more. It looked different in the daytime, and it felt different now that Gabriel wasn’t standing beside me… carrying me.

It was… cold.

I shivered, even if it wasn’t cold in the house, and made my way toward where I thought the kitchen might be.

I had been expecting Gabriel to be there, but I paused when I found an older woman, probably in her early fifties, cooking breakfast.

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