I Have to Have Her

Claire glanced back and smiled. “It’s fine.”

“She belongs to me.” Rhianna was far enough away not to hear. He hoped the bastard argued with him, made a move, did anything that would make him have to retaliate, but he didn’t. He simply stepped back and left, which annoyed him.

“Did you have to do that?” she asked.

“You’re mine.”

“We were dancing.”

“His hand was way too close to your ass.”

She let her hands go. “He was being a gentleman, and he didn’t touch my ass. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with his hand on my bare back, so he was being polite. Ugh, I’m just a fuck to you anyway, I don’t know why it matters.” She stepped away from him.

He counted to three then followed her. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her down the hall and found a closet.

After slamming the door closed, he gripped the back of her neck and drew her close. He possessed her mouth, ravishing her lips. She moaned his name but he didn’t want to hear anything else. Once he’d plunged his tongue inside, he spun her around, splaying her hands flat against the door.

“Anyone could come.”

“I don’t care. I think you need a reminder.” He tore her panties; they were useless anyway. Then he opened his zipper and pulled out his already hardening cock.

Claire was wet as he ran the tip up and down her slit. He heard her cry and smirked. “You know who you belong to. Who will give you what you want?”

“Shut up, Gabriel.”

“That’s right. It’s me, all me.” With the tip at her entrance, he slammed in balls deep, not letting her get accustomed to the width of him. He made her take it all. Pulling out, he slammed back inside, gritting his teeth as he did. Her tight cunt pulsed around him. He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard and deep, not holding back. Their pants filled the room, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, he came, filling her with his cum.

This wasn’t nice or sweet. This was a hard fucking, reminding her who she belonged to.

He pulled out of her and pressed her back against the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He covered her pussy with his hand, sliding two fingers through her wet slit. He rubbed back and forth. “Now I get to watch you come.” He moved down, filling her with three fingers, pumping inside her, feeling his cum spill out of her.

“Gabriel?”

“That’s my cum inside you. You belong to me. The only man to touch you is me. No one else gets a chance to feel how good you are. How tight this cunt is. They don’t get to hear the sounds you make.” He rubbed his palm against her before drawing his fingers up and working her clit. She moaned. “That’s right. Give me your cum.” He kissed her lips, biting into her bottom lip.

Another whimper.

“You’re so close.” He pushed her dress aside and her tit spilled out. He suckled the hard bud into his mouth, biting down to make her cry out. She arched up and he watched as she came.

This woman belonged to him. He didn’t share and when it came to Claire, there was no way he was going to allow another man, polite or not, to touch her.

She was his. Every single part of her.

He didn’t let her stop at the first orgasm. Even as she gripped his arm, he wasn’t done. He pushed her to a second one, and this time, he swallowed her cries. Cupping her neck, he kissed her hard.

“You ruined my dress,” she said.

“It’s time for us to go.”

“Rhianna?”

“I’ll get a message to her.”

“She’s your sister.”

“And she knows the drill.” He grabbed her hand and they left. He messaged his driver to meet them around the back. After he removed his jacket, he flung it over her shoulders, hiding his handiwork. He was nowhere near done with her, not even close.

****

“How long have we been friends?” Rhianna asked.

Claire frowned. “A lifetime and two, possibly more.”

“I know, it has been so long, hasn’t it?”

“Is there a point to this?” Claire sipped at her coffee, glancing around the shop.

“I was just wondering when you were going to tell me the truth about you fucking my brother.”

Claire choked on her drink. Grabbing a napkin, she started to press it against her face, trying to clear the mess she’d made.

Rhianna chuckled. “I guess I shocked you with my question.”

“I, er, I…” Should she lie? Tell the truth? Staring at her friend, she couldn’t bear the idea of hurting her.

“Don’t lie and don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I see the way he looks at you.”

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“I’m surprised, but I’m not blind. I see the way you two are with each other. When you enter a room, it’s all Gabe looks at. I think he’s in love with you.”