Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)

“You gasped. It didn’t sound like pleasure. What happened?”

“It went in.” I quickly pull it out and sit up.

There’s a dark tone to his voice as he asks, “Is there blood?”

I let out a breath of relief when I don’t see any. “No. Thank God.”

“You better thank the almighty. Do not take your own virginity.”

“I won’t.” I bite my bottom lip, then admit, “I’d rather have you here. This is much harder than I thought.”

“Lie back and relax, Lara. You will come tonight.”

I lower myself to the bed, really wishing he was here.

“Close your eyes and just listen to my voice.” I shut them, focusing on Gabriel. “Massage your clit, baby. Imagine I’m right next to you. Imagine it’s my cock rubbing against you.”

The device vibrates over the bundle of nerves.

So good.

“I love when your breathing hitches. It makes me so fucking hard.” I hear him move, then he continues. “I have my cock in my fist, wondering how it would feel to have your fingers wrapped around it, stroking me.” Dear Lord. “I want you on your knees, sucking my cock into the back of your throat while your innocent eyes stare up at me.”

My body tightens, and my back arches as I whimper, “Gabriel.”

“Come, baby. Let me hear your orgasm tear through you.”

The world splinters into pure ecstasy, and I hear Gabriel groan as he seems to find his own release. “I need to fuck you so badly. I can’t wait to come inside you.”

My thighs squeeze together as the device vibrates against my clit, and I cry from how intense the pleasure is.

“Jesus, Lara,” he breathes with awe in his voice. “Hearing you come is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

My body goes numb, and I gasp for air. “That… was… intense.”

“You better scream like that when I pound into you,” he growls.

“Pretty sure I will.” I turn onto my side and snuggle into his pillow. “Are you coming home?”

“No. I’m in LA. I’ll be back before the party.”

“Can I sleep in your room?”

“Yes, Ödülüm.”

The words bring a smile to my face. “Gabriel?”

“Yes?”

“You’re my reward as well.”

Not long after the call ends, I drift into a peaceful sleep. I wake before the sun rises, and after getting dressed, I clean the vibrator and place it back in the drawer. I make sure the room is spotless before sneaking out and rushing back to my bedroom.

I take a quick shower, get dressed for the day, then head to the kitchen to make tea.

Today is Alya Hanim’s birthday, and I don’t want anything to go wrong.

Nisa comes into the kitchen, followed by Murat. He places the phone on the table, then says, “It’s your phone, Lara. Gabriel Bey said to keep it on you at all times.”

“Oh.” My cheeks flush bright red as I pick up the device.

“There are messages you need to respond to,” Murat adds.

“How do I unlock the screen?”

Murat comes to stand next to me to help, and when the messages open, he moves away, muttering, “So not what I needed to see before having tea.”

I read the two texts Gabriel sent.

I was so fucking hard hearing you come, baby.

I’m jealous of my bed.

I let out a chuckle, my cheeks flush bright red, and turning my back to Nisa and Murat, I type out a reply.

It was really comfortable.

I’m just about to put the device in my pocket when it beeps.

Can’t wait to see you in the dress.

With a wide smile on my face, I get to work. I’m so excited about tonight. I feel like Cinderella going to the ball, and I have my own prince that will be there.

Chapter 36

Gabriel

When I get home, there is barely enough time to shower and dress in a clean suit before the party starts.

I hate that I couldn’t get home earlier and missed most of my grandmother’s birthday.

Hurrying to the entertainment hall, I hear the buzz of voices from the guests that have already arrived. When I walk into the room, there’s an audible pause before the guests continue their conversations.

My gaze sweeps over all the people, and not seeing Lara, I walk to where my grandmother is standing next to Emre.

When I reach her, I pull her into a hug. “Mutlu Yillar, Babaanne,” I wish her a happy birthday.

“I was worried you wouldn’t make it,” she chastises me.

“I hate all the guests but wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Turning around, I search through the crowd. “Where’s Lara?”

“I’m not sure,” my grandmother starts to say, but then exclaims, “There, by the door.”

My eyes snap to where Lara is standing, and I lose the ability to breathe.

Holy fuck.

She’s styled her hair in soft waves, and makeup highlights her cheekbones and lips. The fucking dress fits her like a second skin, showing every damn curve of her body. “Jesus,” I mutter as I walk toward her, thankful for the shawl over her shoulders.