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Wrapping my arm over my tits, I wink and stick my tongue out, and snap a photo. Inserting the photo in the message box, I quickly type out a message.
Come and catch me if you can, Daddy.
Three dots appear immediately, and I throw my phone on the vanity and jump in the shower, like that’s going to protect me from big bad Gabe.
Shaking my head, I allow the water to cascade over my long hair with one thought on my mind…
Whoever plays with fire gets burned, and I’m about to be charred to a fucking crisp, and I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter24
Raine
I’m fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my hair and body as I pad quietly to the fridge to grab some water and then make a cup of tea. I spent way too long in the shower and the bath, trying to assuage my raging heart and playing with myself until I couldn’t see straight. I didn’t allow myself to come, edging myself, so when Gabe gets here, it’ll be beyond explosive.
Excitement and anxiety thrum through my veins, playing me like their bitch, like they’ve fine-tuned me into this wet mess like the one between my fucking thighs.
I start making a cup of tea but freeze when I hear a knock at the door. I look up at the clock and see it’s after eleven thirty. Quietly, I move to the room, grabbing my gun and walking slowly to the door.
When I’m around the corner, I aim at the door and yell, “Who’s there?”
“Who do you think, Sweet Girl? I told you I was coming.”
My arm drops, and I quickly switch the safety on, my body breaking out in goosebumps after hearing Gabe’s rich, deep voice. It sounds like fucking honey, dripping from his throat and I kind of hate him and the effect he’s having on me.
“Are you going to let me in or are you going to misbehave, Raine?”
I shudder, the shiver working itself down my spine and pooling in my core. I move to the door, leaving the safety chain on, and peek through. Better to be safe than sorry.
I look through the slit, and he raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes smiling at me as he carts a hand through his graying hair. He is incredibly attractive and really owning the silver fox look.
“How did you get here so quickly, and are you alone?”
He makes a show of looking over his shoulder and back at me. “I flew, and I don’t want any witnesses to see what I’m going to do to you, beautiful girl,” he pauses, steps forward and continues. “You’re going to be screaming my name, baby, so loud the windows will shake, and when I spank that perfect ass and tight little cunt, you’re going to squirt all over me, your cream coating my fingers and my cock once I’m done with you.”
I know my mouth is hanging open, but I don’t have it in me to close it because the images Gabe just illustrated for me are seared into my brain, the debauchery playing on repeat.
I suck my lip into my mouth, and he tracks the motion, his eyes perusing me right down to my black-painted toenails before focusing on my face.
“So are you going to let me in, or do I need to add on to that spanking?”
Dutifully and submissively, I unhook the chain and step to the side, my pussy navigating my movements rather than my head. I know it’s weak, but I’m suffocating without affection and praise. I may be combating one issue, but I’m surely fucked in other regions, ones I’ll never try to fix or rectify. I am who I am, and I’ll own that shit… mostly.
He walks in with a smirk on his face, not offering me a backward glance as he moves through the bungalow like he owns the place. I close the door and rest my back against it, glancing at my on my gun as I allow it to hang loosely at my side.
I take the opportunity to ogle his perfect ass in those tight-as-sin jeans; his black shirt isn’t much better either, snuggling against his flesh like a second skin.
He stands in the living room and admires the space, looking over his shoulder at me, and crooks a finger at me to follow.
Swallowing harshly, I attempt to collect myself, both hating and adoring the effect he has on me. He watches me with a hungry gaze, one I’ve seen often on men but not one of his stature.
As I draw closer, I feel my heart thumping wildly and my pussy pulsing around nothing, the needy bitch aching for a big, fat cock to show her all she’s been missing. When I’m standing a few feet from him, I take a moment to admire him, catching the deep blue in his dark eyes.
He stands with his hands by his side, his palms facing out, and his right knee bent slightly. I know he’s waiting for me to make the next move, to give him what he thinks he wants, but I’m not that type of girl; I don’t play by anyone’s rules. Gabe will realize quickly that I play by my own rules. Sure, he might be able to manipulate them, but by how much will be entirely up to me… or so I try to tell myself.
As if understanding the current standoff we are having, he steps forward and closes the small space between us. I’m not short, but I still have to look up at Gabe, because he’s at least six and a half feet, if I had to guess. He leans forward and twirls a strand of my wild orchid-colored hair around his fingers before wrapping it in his fist and dragging me closer to him.
Our bodies are flush, and my breathing stutters, his cedar and smoky scotch scent enveloping me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Raine?”
