Page 128 of Crave
And then—he released Jude and tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
I blinked, my lips parting, my breath shaking and uneven as he released his hold. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip.
A soft, slow stoke.
Like he was going to taste me.
Like he was going to take me.
Then, his voice—low and breaking.
“You want to be used, don’t you?”
A sharp pulse of need shot through me and centred between my legs. My lips trembled, but I didn’t speak.
I didn’t have to.
Gabe glanced at his brother and then back at me, looking at me, really looking at me. My dishevelled hair. Silas’s t-shirt I wore, then he lowered his gaze to between my legs.
Then he let me go.
Fast.
Abrupt.
Like he’d just realised what he’d done.
Like I had burned him.
His chest rose and fell, his breathing still uneven as he took a step back, and then another.
“This doesn’t happen.” His voice was low, raw, dangerous. “Not with me.”
I didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Because something had shifted.
No, not shifted.
Snapped.
Gabe wasn’t untouched anymore. I could see it now. See how he was falling. Just like the rest of them.
And it was only a matter of time before he stopped fighting.
Before he stopped fighting me.
And that sick, darkness inside me chuckled with enjoyment.
That’s my Angel.
You’re doing so well.
Exactly as we’d planned.
A shudder ripped through me. Icy. Terrifying. Uncontrollable.
