Fraud (Antihero Inferno #2) - Lily White Page 0,58
mask to watch him hurt me all over again.
Barely able to speak with another orgasm threatening to rip me apart, I say, “You’ll ruin me for it eventually.”
Voice a dangerous whisper, he’s panting against my ear, his hips moving faster, harder, driving his cock deeper as he grins against my cheek.
“I ruined you a long time ago. You just don’t know it yet.”
His hand releases my throat to splay over my back and shove me down again, his other hand holding my hip in place as he drives both of us to a dizzying release.
Cold rain runs down my back as he pulls out, the hot spurt of his climax running down the back of my leg.
Gabriel doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before flipping me around again to lock his mouth over mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his fingers fist my hair.
Our chests press together as rain slides between us, Gabriel’s fingers clamping onto my hip to pull me tighter to him as mine slide over the hard muscle of his shoulders.
Another crack of lightning fills the sky, thunder rolling in answer behind it. The storm is so close that the buzz of electricity is tingling over my skin.
Breaking the kiss, he pins his forehead to mine, his bright green eyes capturing my gaze. “We should go inside now.”
I laugh. “You think?”
He drags me down the hood until my feet hit the muddy ground. “Wait. I need my stuff.”
Shaking his head, Gabriel yanks on my hand to drag me to the house. “Now is not the time to worry about your eighty bags of crap.”
I roll my eyes, but follow regardless. When we reach the front door, he opens it for me, and I pause to see how big the interior is.
“You have a nice place.”
His chest presses to my back, his head dropping so he can speak against my ear. “It’s not mine. This is Sawyer’s house.”
Confusion tugs my brows together. “Then why are we here?”
“Because there’s no way in hell I’ll let you know where I live.”
His palm slaps my ass before he shoves me inside.
“Go upstairs, and get a shower before you freeze to death.”
Looking forward to it, I leave a muddy path of footprints on my way to the stairs.
Turning back to him before I climb the first step, I ask, “Aren’t you coming?”
He shakes his head. “Not immediately. I’ll be up in a little while.”
I don’t trust him, but taking a hot shower is a lot more appealing than standing here naked and cold just to argue with him. Not that the view from my end is all that bad. Gabriel doesn’t seem to have the slightest issue being naked in front of me. But then, that’s to be expected when your body is perfectly carved without one flaw to be seen.
Running upstairs, I marvel at the skylights that run the long halls. From the outside, this place looks old and rustic, but on the inside, it’s a breathtaking mix of sleek lines and muted colors, modern touches of glass and chrome blending perfectly with accents in jewel-toned colors.
Everything is pristine in its placement, without any clutter that mars the tranquil and open feel.
This isn’t something I’d expect from Sawyer, which can only mean Gabriel was lying...again.
After peeking in several different rooms, I finally find the master suite and quickly pad barefoot through the room into the bathroom.
The shower is fully open with no glass or doors to encase it. The grey stone looks natural while dark wood benches are the perfect accent.
Rather than a showerhead stuck in the wall, I flip the handle and look up to see a large rain showerhead above me. To be honest, I’m a little sick of rain at the moment, but at least this water is warm and isn’t mixed with lightning.
Not that the storm outside has eased any. One wall of the bathroom is a large window looking out over the woods. Every couple of minutes it lights up just before thunder booms.
I spend at least a half hour thawing out beneath the spray of water. Once clean, I step out and wrap a large towel around my body, my steps hesitant as I walk out into the master bedroom.
Gabriel is nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t mean anything.
A piece of paper on the ground catches my attention, the words printed in large bold print confirming the liar had been here.
You’re not sleeping in this room. Walk to the door.