My mind flashes to his statement not long ago about how if I don’t want to be with him, then I’ll just have to become one of the club girls that get passed around. “But what about—”
“You’re mine,” Gabriel growls. Yanking open a dresser drawer, he whips out a pocket knife and flips it open.
My pulse bursts into a full-on sprint at the glint of the sharp blade. I have no clue what he intends to do with it, but the intensity of his emotions is roiling off him in waves, making me tremble. Before I can object, he places the tip of the knife at the base of his left thumb and carves a W straight into the fleshy area, drawing blood.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, reaching toward his hand. My heart hammers in my chest at the sight of him bleeding from a self-inflicted wound. I’ve never seen anyone cut themselves like that before, and it terrified me. But at the same time, I find it incredibly satisfying in a strangely carnal way to know that’s my initial he’s carved into his palm. He’s marked himself for me, physically tied himself to me in a way I never imagined he would. And he doesn’t even flinch from the pain. It must hurt, but he doesn’t seem to care. He wants to show me his commitment and his confidence inus, and that is both scary and incredibly moving. Breathlessly, I try to cover his wound and staunch the bleeding.
He grabs my wrist, holding it in place as he carves a G into the base of my right thumb. I yelp as searing pain sets my hand on fire, but before I can try to withdraw, he’s done. Pressing our palms together, he mingles our blood. Then he sets the knife aside and tangles his fingers into my hair once more as he pulls me in for a fierce kiss.
6
Winter
The adrenalinefrom having Gabriel’s initial carved into my palm courses through my veins as he pins me to the wall with renewed vigor. All my fear and anger wash away in an instant as the intensity of his emotions consume me. I can adamantly feel his need for me as his cock presses against my clit, grinding even as his tongue penetrates my lips to kiss me deeply. The air escapes my lungs as a throbbing desire turns my insides into molten lava.
Without a second’s hesitation, I press forward into him, wrapping my free arm around his neck as my breasts smash against his chest. I groan with the sudden need to feel him inside me. Releasing my hand, Gabriel slides his now free one up along my bare midriff and around my back, smearing our combined blood in a sticky path across my skin before he scoops me up off the dresser and shifts to slam me back against the wall, his weight pressing into me greedily.
Heady excitement sends a gush of arousal to dampen the thin fabric of my panties, one of the two flimsy layers separating me from Gabe. Scraping my nails down the bare flesh of his back, I dig into him with animalistic desire. Right now, I want nothing more than for him to fuck me hard until I’m crying out in pain and ecstasy.
Spinning, Gabriel carries me to the bed, where he throws me down, eliciting a squeal from my lips as I bounce there, regaining my equilibrium. Then he’s on top of me, shoving my knees apart to make room for his hips. Grinding against my clit, Gabriel dry humps me as his chest crushes me into the bed, and his lips come down hard onto mine. Sucking my lower lip between his teeth, he bites it. Gasping from the sharp pain, I buck up into him with my hips, drawing pleasure from the sensation of his cock pressing between my folds even through the fabric.
“Fuck me,” I groan as he releases my lip with a gentle pop.
Taking both my wrists in his strong hands, Gabriel forces them over my head until I feel the bars of his headboard above me. “Hold on, and don’t let go,” he warns. Then he rises from the bed.
Chest heaving with the intensity of my desire, I watch him cross the room. My gut clenches as I think he might just leave me here, craving him desperately. Then he picks the pocket knife up from the dresser, and cold fear makes my belly clench.
“Gabriel, what—”
But Gabriel presses a finger to my lips as his eyes blaze into mine. Then they track down my body, taking in the way my breasts rise and fall rapidly, the view of my legs splayed wide in anticipation of his entrance.
Gently, he places the cold, sharp metal against the inside of my cleavage, and I gasp, then bite my lip, afraid to breathe for fear he might cut me.
Slowly trailing the blade down the curve of my breast, Gabriel licks his lips as though he’s tasting me just at the sight of it. Instinctively, I release the bars of the headboard to bring my hands down protectively.
Gabriel stills, his eyes moving to my hands until I realize what I’m doing and freeze. Fighting every instinct, I slowly raise my arms again and clasp the headboard. My breaths come in shuddering gasps as a wicked grin spreads across my handsome man’s face, and then he resumes his trail down my breast to the soft fabric of my bra. On the far side of the material, Gabriel tilts the knife ever so slightly, so the duller back edge of the blade presses into my skin as he slides the sharp edge beneath my bra. I can hear the snick of fabric cutting, and with a gentle jerk, Gabriel slices straight through the center of my bra, releasing my breasts in an instant.
Then he resumes his trail with the knife, sliding slowly down my belly. It almost tickles, and goose bumps rise in its wake as the cold blade leaves a fine white line on my skin. One accidental twitch and Gabriel could cut me open. My stomach muscles clench as he reaches my belly button, and I close my eyes, licking my lip as my pussy starts to throb.
I hear my panties follow the same fate as my bra. My legs tremble as he slowly pulls the fabric out from under me, dragging it along my wet slit as he torments me with the silky sensation. I desperately want more friction against my clit, but I don’t know where the blade is, so I’m afraid to move. Letting my eyes slide open, I glance down and shudder as he skims the tip of the blade along the inside of my thigh.
“Keep your eyes closed, princess,” he rasps, his deep baritone heavy with lust. Then he flicks his wrist, scoring me lightly on the inside of my thigh and leaving a tiny red line behind.
Gasping at the subtle sting that follows, I clamp my eyes shut, pressing my lips together so I won’t start begging him to stop. I’m terrified and, at the same time, incredibly turned on by the way he’s teasing me. Marking me physically, but in a way only he will ever know.
Then his warm lips close around the stinging flesh, and arousal shoots through my core as he sucks away the pain, leaving behind only raging desire. After several moments, his mouth leaves my skin, and I shiver as the sensation of the knife’s cool edge returns, this time on my other thigh.
Once again, he drags the blade down my inner thigh toward my knee, then back up, finally leaving a nick in the sensitive flesh. His lips close around the new mark, sucking away the stinging until my clit starts to tingle.
The next time the blade touches my skin, Gabriel’s pressing the flat of it against my right breast. I feel the tip digging into my flesh, not quite cutting me but certainly leaving a mark. Then the pressure fades as he scrapes closer to my nipple. The taut nub feels rock-hard as it pebbles with fear and anticipation.
Quivering, I try not to breathe too deeply though I feel my lungs might burst with the need for air. Gabriel traces a circle around my nipple before moving to the next without scoring my flesh this time.
I really want to open my eyes and see the look of hunger on his face that I know is there. My pussy pulses with the thought of his muscular form looming over me, tantalizing me with soft strokes of a deadly blade. It’s erotic and violent, sensual and soft, all combined into an overwhelming sensation that’s driving me wild.
Scraping across my sensitive left nipple, Gabriel flicks his wrist right as he crosses the tip, and something between a gasp and a groan escapes my lips as my nipple lights on fire. I can’t help myself. My head tips back, and I arch off the bed, gripping the headboard fiercely to fight the pain. It feels like a papercut, the mark burns, and throbs.
And then Gabriel’s lips close around my nipple.