Corrupted Queen - Nicole Fox Page 0,43

me leave, however, I have no intention of doing so until I get everything I need for my article. When I do decide to go, I won’t be taking no for an answer.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Gabriel levels his fiery gaze at me. “You will do as you are told.”

A pleasurable shiver runs down my spine, and now I’m angry at myself as well as at him. Do I have to find him sexy all the time? Can I not just have a break where I can be angry and nothing else?

“Or what?” I clench my fists and step up to him, as though I will be able to intimidate him by crowding him. I spit out each of my words as if they are poison. “What are you going to do, Gabriel? I might not have much, but I have free will, and I’m not going to waste that on helping your public image just because you can’t keep your shit together in front of the camera. I’m not your puppet to command!”

Something wicked flashes in his eyes and I know that I have gone too far. Gabriel’s hand whips up, squeezing around my throat, and he pushes me back. I trip over myself trying not to fall as he wheels me across the room until finally my back slams against the wall.

He presses his chest into mine, glaring down at me. Heat fills the space between us. His fingers dig into my throat, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s not trying to hurt me. He’s trying to intimidate me.

It doesn’t work. I know that Gabriel would not blink before striking out at an enemy. I know that he’s killed people. I also know that he would never hurt Harry or me. Even the way he holds me now—his fingers tight against my throat, yet not crushing my windpipe—demonstrates his unwillingness to hurt me.

I glare up at him. He glares down at me. We both glare at each other.

Gabriel repeats his earlier statement in a low, dark drawl. “You will do as you are told.”

My stomach flutters and I press my thighs together. It is as though his words stroke against my core. Being turned on like this feels so wrong, but on the other hand, it feels so right.

I decide this confrontation can wait. I’ve got all the time in the world to make Gabriel pay for what he said in that interview. Suddenly I’m craving something a little darker than retribution.

I lift my chin defiantly, lip curling ever so slightly at one corner. “Make me.”

I watch the lust blossom in Gabriel’s eyes and my breath hitches in anticipation. In an instant, he hikes my legs around his hips and slides me up the wall, pressing his body flush into mine. One of his hands anchors on my ass and he holds me in place with the other hand on my neck and slams his lips down hard against mine.

I moan into his mouth. His kiss is rough, dominating. His lips drag across mine, biting and sucking in a frenzy of passion. My fingers dig into the front of his shirt and it is everything I can do just to hang onto him.

Gabriel’s bulge grinds against me. My head swims with pleasure, and I give myself over to it. I want him. I don’t just want him—I need him. I ache for him. Only Gabriel can give me the sweet release I’m craving.

Gabriel nibbles my lower lip, then presses kisses over my jaw and to the base of my neck, below my ear.

“Make you?” he murmurs in a silky voice. “Tiger, I don’t need to make you do a damn thing. You’re mine, remember?” He squeezes my ass roughly, breath feathering over my ear. “Mine to fuck. Mine to command.”

I am in no position to argue with him because, in this moment, I will do literally anything he says as long as it gives me the sweet release I crave. I am putty in his hands.

Gabriel releases my legs to the floor, stepping back a fraction. He leans over me with a smoldering expression.

“On your knees,” he orders and releases my neck.

I try not to look too eager as I slide down the wall. My heart is crashing against my ribs. My mouth is dry. I land on my knees, coming eye level with his zipper, and I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

He holds my gaze as he works open his pants. Electricity zings