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“I…I…” I don’t care where I am or who I am with, I just want, I need… “Please. Oh, please.”
I’d make a deal with Mephistopheles if I could.
“It’s okay, Little Wasp. Take what you want.” Holy hell, that dark, sexy whisper turns my blood into hellfire. The feeling is so powerful, so damn overwhelming like never before that my head falls back as I start humping him. The deep, low, hot-as-fuck grunt coming from Gabe makes me up my tempo. My dick is dripping so much pre-cum, my jockstrap is drenched with it, and that’s when a cannon ball of pleasure shoots into the core of my body, and my mouth drops open in a silent, orgasmic scream.
“Just like that.” Gabe’s hoarse voice reaches my foggy brain as my body is still jerking in unmeasurable bliss, just before another manly voice cuts him off.
“I see something interesting is going on here, But I have to ask you to move to one of the shade rooms.”
“Mr. Bailey.” Gabe’s voice is again dripping with its usual icy frosting. There’s no trace of fire anymore. I can feel his stiffening body trembling under mine.
“Follow me.”
The excruciating pain is gone, but I can sense it lingering under the surface. It’s not over yet.
I’m still panting and sweaty, feeling the dreadful sticky sensation inside my jockstrap when I’m lifted up. My legs automatically hook around Gabe’s muscular body; the smell of his cologne is in my nose as I nuzzle his neck. His hands lower to my butt, getting a handful of each cheek, while my arms remain limp at my sides. Fuck, Gabe can grope me as much as he wants if he promises me another explosive orgasm.
I’m mad horny.
It’s not the first time I came in a club in front of people—anything can happen on a dance floor, if you catch my drift. But Gabe didn’t even touch me, and I want more. Always had a high sex drive, but this feels more like a skunk reflex. This drug is seriously dangerous. And we need to stop it, as soon as I turn sane again.
“It will be okay,” he whispers in my ear. His assertive tone makes my whole body almost explode with lust.
“Promise?” I hate to hear the fear in my own voice.
“Promise.” I can feel his steely resolve behind that one word.
He stops, and I lift my head to turn my eyes in the new dim room. It looks like a boudoir sex room. The walls are almost black with a dark jewel tone. There’s an elegant, huge bed covered in silky red sheets, two curvaceous armchairs that giveoff sensual vibes, and a wide mirror in a gold frame. I can’t continue looking around, as the pain that I’d hoped had been extinguished by the strongest orgasm of my life hits me again, making me almost fall from Gabe’s arms as I jerk uncontrollably.
He places me on cold sheets, leaving me horribly alone again, and the burning lava sensation punches me like a waterfall, running its way through my legs, my arms, chest, and groin. My cock is agonizingly hard again. I’m vibrating, trembling with torment. The overload of torture freezes my body in an arc, head thrown back. I’m wailing as the pain keeps running up and down all over my body.
My hand goes under my skirt, and I start beating my cock like a madman. It’s the only thing that assuages the agony I’m feeling. Lust overcomes it, and I pull on my balls, trying desperately to come. And I do. My body spasms with ecstasy it spreads like wildfire reaching every single part of me, while my hole begs to be filled by a cock. Gabe’s cock?
I’m going to die tonight. I’m sure of it. Death by pleasure.
The last sane thought that invades my head is that it will be with Gabriel Reed.
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GABRIEL/BEZALIEL
Bez, you need to keep it together,I try to reason with him.
I had to leave my phone at the entrance of the club—something Rami didn’t know about—and I have no way to contact my brothers. They know where I am thanks to the tracker I have under my skin behind my ear, but they don’t know what is happening at the moment. I need to find a way to get Lori out of here, without putting him in harm’s way. Which means I need some time.
Something Bez is clearly not agreeing with.
Fuck that, Gabe! Look what this motherfucker did to my Little Wasp. He’s in pain, and the asshole is fucking enjoying it!
Bailey is standing near me with a devilish smile on his face, eyes on Lori’s writhing body on the bed.
You can’t punch your way out of this, Bez. Security is spread out all over the club. They’ll stop us, and Lori won’t have anybody to protect him in his weakened state.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!Bez growls inside my head.
Let me handle this.
I let you take over again, didn’t I?
