Fraud (Antihero Inferno #2) - Lily White Page 0,57
to pull my legs apart.
Locking that same hand over my hip, he thrusts inside me with a slow, smooth motion, another flash of lightning illuminating the sky.
The car shakes beneath me, and I don’t know if it’s from the thunder above our heads or the ground opening to swallow us. What I do know is that Gabriel’s cock stretches me like I’ve never felt before. Fills me. Owns me.
My mouth opens as a guttural moan pours out, the sound embarrassing for how carnal it is.
“Fuck,” he growls beneath his breath and shoves my legs open wider, his thumb digging into the inner muscle of my thigh, his other hand gripped painfully over my hip to hold me in place as he claims my body with every hard thrust.
The car rocks beneath me, and I can’t move one direction or the other. The metal is too slick, and it’s left me completely in Gabriel’s control.
Knowing him, he’s done this on purpose. Since we’ve met, he’s always tried to control me.
Another orgasm tears through me just as a bolt of lightning strikes close, the waves of pleasure colliding with the electricity in the air, my forehead pressed against the wet metal of the hood as my skin tingles, and I tremble in Gabriel’s hold.
It takes effort to breathe, to think, to speak, but somehow I manage once the aftershocks of pleasure stop shuddering through me.
“We need to get out of this storm.”
“The storm can fuck off,” he growls as he jerks my body down, my ass tight to his hips. “I’m taking what’s always been mine.”
That’s just like him, a man who believes he’s more powerful than a storm, an aggressive, challenging personality that doesn’t doubt he can tell the dark skies to clear and the seas to part and it will be done.
His hand runs up the center of my body and over my throat, not hard enough to cut off my air, but forceful enough to hold my back in place against his chest, his hips still moving hard enough to rock the car beneath me.
Mouth to my ear, his voice is rough and barely controlled, his cock sliding into my body with dominating force and long, strong strokes. He’s fucking me while hating me, controlling me while punishing me, taking out all the rage he feels on the one person he’s always fought.
“Do you remember the time you filled my car with eggs in the school parking lot?”
I smile, but lose the ability to hold the expression when his fingers pinch my nipple hard, and his cock pushes deeper inside me.
“How the hell did you do that?”
It wasn’t easy...or cheap. But he deserved it for convincing our eighty-year-old physics teacher that I wanted to fuck him and was secretly sending him panties and used sex toys for six weeks.
It was impossible to convince the school it wasn’t me when I was called into a three-hour meeting with a female psychologist and child services. Mr. Granger never looked at me normally again for the rest of the year. I still want to vomit just thinking about it.
All of this was before that night at his house, when our pranks were funny but not yet cruel.
“I remember,” I breathe out, my lips parting to drag in air as his cock sinks inside me again.
His strokes become slow and tortuous, a reminder that he’s inside my body and can take his time enjoying what he does to me.
He grins. “You stood on the other end of the parking lot laughing, and I almost marched over to bend you over and fuck you in front of the entire junior class.”
Another hard thrust inside drives a moan up my throat, his fingers tightening down in response to the sound, the trees surrounding us creaking as a hard gust of wind rips at their branches.
Gabriel’s voice drops lower, becomes dangerous, his mask slipping again. “And I wanted to fuck you the night you saw me get my ass kicked by my friends’ fathers. I wanted to hurt you for stealing that truth from me.”
He’s hurting me now. Punishing me. But not in a way that bruises my face. More in a way that slices to the bone. Gabriel’s taking what’s always been his, even when we both know it won’t last.
I already know that tomorrow we’ll be back to what it’s always been. Everybody else will see the jokester, the laidback charmer, the well-mannered gentleman he pretends to be.