Page 35 of Bared Betrayal
I have no idea how to respond. Gabriel is a force that demands every ounce of energy whenever I’m close to him. It’s taking all my strength just to breathe around him.
His gaze drops to my lips. It’s a simple act, one no one else can see but me. His eyes seem to turn from hard to…hunger, and I’m compelled to part my lips while I drown in the blue depths of his irises.
I can’t explain it. It’s like someone pushed the pause button, and time is standing still. Like the whole world around us came to a halt. The warmth of his breath touches my cheek, his scent enveloping me, igniting the same flame that exploded into a wildfire the night at Myth. If that same flame should detonate now, we’d both burn to ash and spend eternity in hell.
Gabriel leans closer, and I’m sure he’s about to kiss me. Do I want him to? Would I allow it?
His lips part, and my thighs clench. But then something changes. The electricity is gone. The heat is gone, and now it’s fucking arctic.
He cocks his head, lifting a brow. “What’s your story, huh, Kallie? How the fuck were you wronged? Did your uncle touch you in a way he wasn’t supposed to? Did daddy make you watch while he hurt mommy?”
Anger erupts inside me, and I fist my hands, pushing him away from me as hard as I can. “Fuck you, Gabriel King!” I spit out. “Fuck you and your conceited, pompous, arrogant fucking ass. You are the last person to point fingers because when it comes to failing Sebastian, you’re standing first in line.”
“I would caution you to think twice about what comes out of your mouth next, little lamb.”
“Do not call me that,” I grit out. “I am not your little lamb or your baby girl. I’m nothing to you.”
He crosses his arms. “Just my future daughter-in-law.”
“Something you’ll put a stop to, I’m sure.”
“Oh, you bet your caned fucking ass I will. You’ll stay the fuck away from my son, or I’ll make sure you’re on the next boat to Mexico with nothing but a collar around your goddamn neck. Do I make myself clear?”
Tears are hot on my cheeks, my heart thumping in the soles of my feet as silent rage sears my veins. I walk up to him, craning my neck as I look him in the eye. “Yes… sir.”
Eleven
GABRIEL
I losemy shit and swipe everything off my fucking desk. Not only did I screw my son’s fiancée, but I almost tore her goddamn clothes off right here in my office and fucked her against that frosted window when she said the words ‘yes’ and ‘sir.’
Jesus. It’s like that woman has a direct line to my dick. I swear if she just breathes a certain way, I want to cane her ass before I fuck it.
This is wrong on so many levels, there’s not a priest in this world who can save my soul from going to hell. I’m pretty sure the devil is preparing my own little corner down there right fucking now.
If Sebastian finds out about this, I’ll lose every chance I’ve ever had with him. It’ll destroy him, and I’ll never forgive myself if that happens.
What kind of sick shit is the universe playing at?
She knew. She fucking knew she was engaged when she went on her journey to play submissive slut. It might take two to tango, but at least I’m not the one who cheated.
I will ruin her. I will destroy her, no matter how many times I’ve pumped my dick fantasizing about my girl in white or how much I want to sink into that tight pussy of hers again.
Sweet. Innocent. Broken girl.
Goddammit!
I pick up the crystal paperweight on my desk and fling it at the wall.‘Yes, sir.’Two words triggered a black hole of filthy thoughts, making me think of a punishment she’ll enjoy rather than one she’d hate.
First, I’ll rip her clothes off and force her to her knees. Bend her over and bind her wrists. I’ll show her who is in control here while I cane her ass until it’s blood red with angry welts. Then I’ll slide my dick into her sweet pussy and fuck her until she forgets who the hell she is engaged to. Pound into her until she forgets Sebastian exists. And I’ll keep desecrating her cunt until the only name she knows is mine.
And once I’m done with her, she’ll be boneless with pleasure. Simpering with regret and crying those beautiful tears I love to taste. Tears of remorse, guilt, and the realization that there is no redemption for her.
Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t even think of her without wanting to fuck her.
I sit at my desk and sharply jab the keyboard. I want to know who Kallie Sawyer is. I want to know where she eats, where she sleeps, and how long she sleeps. I want to know her preferred brand of toothpaste. What’s her blood type. Her birth weight. Are all her vaccinations up to date. The last fucking movie she watched. I want to knoweverything.
I send an email to Davian. He has a way of getting information from undisclosed places, information that even the government can’t trace. I will find out who Kallie Sawyer is if it’s the last fucking thing I do.
