Page 43 of Bared Betrayal
“I don’t have to do shit. Last time I checked, your son wants nothing to do with you. You have no say when it comes to Sebastian’s life, and you have zero control over mine.”
“Funny. That’s not how it seemed when I had my cock buried inside your cunt. I remember you loving me taking control over you.”
“Stop it.”
“Why? You feeling guilty?” I taunt.
“And you don’t?” She raises her brows, her sultry lips slightly parted as she stares at me. I’m suddenly reminded of how she tastes, and the sound of her gentle moans that turn into screams of ecstasy when I sink my cock into her perfect fucking body. But I can’t think of that now.
I shift and straighten my shoulders. “I don’t have time for this bullshit. What is it that you came in here to accuse me of, Miss Sawyer?”
“Stay the hell out of my past, Gabriel.”
“Why? You have something to hide?”
Her gaze is etched on mine, her chest rising and falling beneath the ivory blouse she’s wearing. The color highlights her soft skin, and my fingers ache to touch her flesh, to wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing so her lips would form the perfect O. God, I want her. I want her naked and ready to take her punishment, whether by caning, whipping, or fucking. This woman is the perfect sub for a man like me. Her submission is natural, easy, flowing out of her like a simple exhale of breath. It’s something that can’t be trained. Something you can’t force.
My cock is instantly hard thinking about all the painful and pleasurable things I’ve done to her, and the things I still want to do to her.
She crosses her arms, and it causes the fabric of her blouse to gape, giving me a glimpse of the swell of her breast. “I’mnotthe only one at fault here. Maybe the first time, sure, you didn’t know who I was. But you knew who I was when you bent me over your son’s couch.”
My hard cock jerks at the reminder of what we did in her apartment—how I fucked her, not feeling an ounce of guilt while her pussy slicked around my dick. In that moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck about the fact that she was wearing my son’s engagement ring. All I cared about was getting my fill of her…just like I’m doing right now.
I brush past her, the air suddenly thick with the intoxicating energy we seem to create whenever we’re close. I turn on the privacy screen, frosting the glass walls of my office, and lock the door.
“What are you doing?” she breathes out, and there’s a slight tremor in her voice.
“Why are you here, Kallie?” I don’t bother trying to hide the way my cock is tenting my pants.
“Stay out of my life.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that, don’t you?”
“Gabriel—”
“I don’t appreciate you coming here, stomping into my office like you have the right to.” I stalk closer, slowly closing the distance between us. “What I do appreciate is the way your cunt gets wet when you give up control. Is that why you’re here? Do you need someone to control you, little lamb?”
“Fuck you,” she bites out. “I told you never to call me that again.”
“And I told you to leave and get the hell out of my son’s life. He deserves better.”
“I doubt he deserves a father who fucks his fiancée either, but here we are.” She looks directly at me, challenging me—one I’ll gladly accept. My head is screaming for me to kick her out, to up my threats and leave her no choice but to run as far away from me and Sebastian as humanly possible. But this woman makes my blood simmer with a desire that smothers every rational thought.
“Get on your knees,” I order.
“What?” She looks at me like I lost my mind. Maybe I have.
“Get on. Your fucking. Knees.” I take a step toward her, and she doesn’t move back. Instead, she says the magic words that make the tether of my restraint snap.
“Make me.”
Abruptly, I reach out, grab her wrist, and twist her around, fisting her hair as I shove her against my desk. She whimpers as I sweep everything to the floor with one hand before bending her over and pressing her face to the cool wood. With her silky hair wrapped in my fingers, I grip it harder until a desperate moan tears from her lips. I press my cock to her core over her jeans, making sure she can feel how hard I am as I lean over her.
“Is this what you came here for, pet? You needed to be used again, spanked for being such a fucking brat before getting brutally fucked.”
“No. That’s not what I want.”
“My pretty little liar.” I click my tongue.
