Children of Ambition (Children of Vice 2)

GABRIEL

I knew she was dangerous but I didn’t think she’d be this hazardous to my life. There was so much I still wanted to do, no, needed to do in my life. And yet at this very moment, as I thrust my hard cock deeper into her wet pussy and heard the noises her body made, I knew I could die happily like this.

“Harder!” she cried out as sweat rolled down my face and dripped onto her back.

“Please…

please…” she begged and it was beautiful. She was…perfect. Her body, her voice, the look in her eye, everything.

“Cum with me,” I said, hunching over her and grabbing on to her breasts. They bounced from the force. “Come on.”

“Ohh!” she cried out and bit the side of her shoulder to keep from crying out more as I came inside her. We stayed like that a few seconds before I pulled out and collapsed beside her. Both of our chests rising and falling.

“Jesus Christ,” I laughed, reaching up to rub my eyes. I’d fucked her so hard, I was seeing spots. I’d lost count how many times we’d done it. And what made it was worse, I still wanted her. It was like she was a drug; the more I had her, the more I wanted. If this was just the first night, how was I going to make it?

She moved to rest on top of me and feeling her breast on my chest, I wanted to cry out in frustration, at being too tired to have her again.

“Give me ten minutes,” I said, between breaths.

“What are you made of?” she asked, and I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me, her dark hair a beautiful wild mess on her head, a few strands even sticking to her face. “We’ve fucked four different ways already.”

I frowned. “Only four? I must be out of shape.”

She laughed softly, and I smiled at that, reaching up and brushing her hair off her face.

“Why are you out of shape? Not enough women in Europe?” she asked.

“Out of respect for my future princess, I’ve been out practice for the last ten months,” I said.

“I haven’t,” she said without shame.

I frowned at that. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“No, just telling you the truth,” she said, drumming her fingers on my chest. “I can’t promise much more than that.”

“What?”

“I told you: I’m temperamental, prone to violence, and hostile to authority,” she smiled down at me. “I’ve never been able to see myself as a wife to anyone. I’ve never liked anyone to that extent. I always figured I’d marry for power, if I married at all… When that time came I’d tell my future-husband…you, not to expect too much from me. I’m loyal to those who are loyal to me. I will respect you if you respect me. And I’ll always be honest if you are honest with me.”

“And if I love you?” I asked, bringing my thumb over her lips. “If I love you, will you love me?”

She stared at me for what felt like forever, but I did not mind because it gave me an excuse to shamelessly look into her beautiful green eyes.

“Yes.”

I was shocked she had admitted that. “Yes?”

“Yes,” she repeated, never looking away for me. “If you truly love me, respect me, and are loyal to me, in time, I will love you back.”

She really was honest. So honest, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“You weren’t expecting that answer?” she asked, rolling off me and lying beside me. “But loving people is easy even though it may not seem like it. But if two people are trapped on an island with only each other to rely on, they will fall in love. Attraction is important. But love… That comes from two people forming a bond. Knowing that one other person is always in your corner. Will always stand by you. Fight with you. Love is what happens when you are fully and brazenly able to trust and depend on another person.”

I stared at her. No, I stared at her lips, beyond amazed by the words coming out of them.

“What? You’re shocked, I think. Why?” She snickered. “Most people think because I’m so…”

“Bitchy?” I offered, as she couldn’t seem to find the right word.