I Have to Have Her

She thought about Gabriel. “I’m not … taken.”

“Well, then, how about I take you on that dance floor and show you what it feels like to belong to me?”

“She’s taken.” Gabriel suddenly pressed against her back, his hand snaking around her waist.

She tensed up.

“Oh, I thought she said—”

“Fuck off.”

Gabriel grabbed her hand and once again, she was being pulled to wherever he wanted her. She tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Damn it, Gabriel. Let me go,” she said.

He ignored her and rather than cause a scene because Rhianna was close by, he moved them away so no one could hear. “Your sister will be able to see,” she said.

“Rhianna is being taken care of as we speak.”

They passed several guards, all of which were there to see her humiliation as he pulled her like a rag doll to wherever he wanted. It pissed her off.

“Will you stop!”

He slammed the door and let her go.

At least he hadn’t pushed her up against a wall or tried to have his way with her. Gabriel paced and she watched him, aware of his anger.

“You’re not fucking taken? I heard that right!”

“Gabriel?”

“You’re mine, Claire. No other man gets to touch you, do you understand that?” He stood in front of her, anger coming off him in waves.

She stumbled back and he growled. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Then what the fuck was that? Why are you dressed like that?”

“Rhianna wanted to have some fun.” She glanced down at the white dress. Yes, it was revealing, enhancing her small waist, large hips, and tits, but she liked it. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed? If my memory serves, you and I, we’re not … together. You’re using me. We’ve had seven days. That’s it. Twenty-six days left. That’s all we’ve got.”

She nibbled on her lip as he glared down at her. Did she sound desperate? That wasn’t what she was going for. This arrangement with Gabriel wasn’t right. “We should just end it now.”

“No,” he said.

“You don’t get to decide.”

“But I do.” He stepped toward her and she moved back. He kept on coming and she tried to put distance between them, but it didn’t work. She fell back on the sofa and he followed her down.

“You keep trapping me,” she said.

“I think you like being kept in one place.”

“You’ve got a high opinion of yourself,” she said.

“You like what I do to you, Claire. You can’t deny it.”

“So you know how to make a woman beg. It’s not like it’s something you haven’t done before.”

“I haven’t heard you beg,” he said. “I’ve gone easy on you. You think you know everything there is to know about me.”

“I do.”

He cupped her knees and pushed underneath her dress. “You can stop me at any time. If that’s what you want to do.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t even mutter a sound.

Watching him, she waited. He shoved her back, pushing the dress out of his way. He tore away her panties and spread her legs.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy. You know I think about this all day?”

“No, you don’t,” she said.

He smiled. “But I do. It’s all I can think about.” He ran his fingers across her flesh. His touch soft, gentle. “Spread your lips for me.”

“Gabriel.”

“Right now, I want to go downstairs and fuck up the face of that bastard. You want to be responsible for me hurting someone?”

“That won’t be my fault.”

“You can distract me now.”

“This is blackmail.”

“You know you want it.

“Doesn’t make it right,” she said.

“You need to stop thinking. Just do as you’re told.”

She wanted to fight him, but she didn’t like the thought of him hurting someone or even getting hurt himself. It wasn’t like what he was asking was such a bad thing.

Reaching between her legs, she followed his instruction and waited. He stared at her. She didn’t know how he was able to make her feel so aroused with just one look.

With his gaze on her, he leaned forward and licked across her clit. He circled the bud, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth.

She cried out as he continued to tease her. His teeth created just the right amount of pain and he soothed it with his tongue. Over and over, he worked her flesh, building up her orgasm, driving her hotter, harder. She whimpered his name, feeling on the brink, so consumed and flushed.

When she came, she couldn’t contain his name or her moans. He held her ass, pressing his face against her heated flesh, and she cupped the back of his head, reveling in the sensations of the orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, screaming for more.

He kissed her clit and pulled away.

“You’re wrong. We’ve got longer than twenty-six days. You’re mine, Claire. No men, no women, just me. Don’t ever tell another man you’re single again. And another thing, stay away from Lucas.”