Page 63 of Taunting Tarran
He leans towards me, his lips brushing against mine, but lacking the ferocity of earlier.
One minute he wants me, and the next he can barely stand to touch me.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘Carlos deserves to die,’ he snaps.
‘He does, but I need something from him first.’
His hand lunges to my throat, slamming my head back into the headrest, and he presses his entire weight into me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as his tongue licks at my earlobe. ‘You don’t get to decide and undermine me again.’
‘Stop!’ I plead, struggling against his grasp, my hands clawing at his arms. ‘Let me go.’
His hot breath fans my ear as he breathes into it. ‘You’re my little lamb, sweetheart,’ he rasps, his voice husky as I look into his eyes. He’s almost on top of me, and a snarl spreads across his face as he bares his teeth. He looks savage, but alluring, and my breath hitches as he presses his hard cock into my pelvis, ‘and I know you don’t really want me to let you go.’
Violent shockwaves pulse up and down my body, his hand sliding between my slick thighs. ‘See, your pussy is already weeping for me.’
I inhale sharply, his cold hand gripping my mound as his middle finger slides in and under the elastic of my underwear. Adrenaline pumps through my body as I stare at his blood covered face, my eyes unwavering. Suddenly, his hand pulls free. ‘I’m a monster, Tarran. You deserve better. You couldnever love a monster.’
‘We’re both monsters, Gabriel.’
He lets out a low chuckle as he strokes his jaw. ‘You’re not a monster, you’re just troubled.’
‘We’re both circling in the shadows, marked by the stains of our sins. We both have blood on our hands.’
‘You don’t understand,’ he dismisses.
‘This life we live, it isn’t salvation – it’s a sentence where we have to balance the monster caged within and the mask we wear for the safety of others. We’re both condemned to carry our own darkness, day after day.’
His eyes drop, and my heart sinks.
I can’t imagine what’s going through him with what Carlos told him. He has to be hurting, somehow.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches for my legs hoisting them up onto the seat. In a sharp tug, he’s yanking off my knickers and tossing them into the footwell.
‘Gabriel?’ I gasp, my eyes motioning to the front where Sal is sat.
‘Shush.’
I keep my gaze locked onto his, his nostrils flaring as his hands undo his trousers allowing his cock to burst free. He towers over me, so close I can smell the blood that’s crusted on his skin, and before I can process what’s happening, his cock rams into me. My mouth gapes open to let out a scream, but his hand clamps over it. My teeth bite down onto his palm as he fucks me relentlessly, hard, without compassion, in the back of the car.
‘Don’t squeal, little lamb. You wouldn’t want to rouse my wolf that’s already lurking and hungry waiting to devour you. Not here anyway.’
I try to scoot back, backing myself as far away from him as possible, but as I do, he’s grabbing both of my calves, pulling them towards him to thrust his cock harder, deeper, faster.
The car makes its final move, careening up the dirt track towards themasia,skidding to a halt, gravel spitting out from beneath the tyres as it comes to a stop behind another SUV. Through the tinted window, I can see the guards standing still like statues, cradling a limp Carlos between them. The glass partition slides down a fraction, revealing Sal’s sharp profile as he speaks.
‘Boss, we’re-’ Sal begins.
‘NOT NOW, Sal,’ Gabriel cuts him off with a low and lethal tone.
‘But, boss,’ Sal starts again. The glass sliding down further, revealing Gabriel in lethal composure as his dark eyes snap to Sal.
‘Right now, I’m balls deep with my cock happily wedged up Tarran’s pussy, so do us a favour and fuck off.’
‘Yes, boss,’ Sal gulps, his words dying in his throat as Gabriel groans.
‘I’m not waiting any longer,’ he growls, leaning down, his tongue fucking my mouth as he devours me. The car rocks with each violent thrust, and I scream into his mouth. My arms outstretcheddigging into his back.
