Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,40

terrifying.

He’d managed to do what no one else had before. I’d surrendered, if only in my body’s betrayal.

I’d called him sir.

I’d promised to be a good girl.

I’d begged him not to stop.

Day three of my new life.

Of being a prisoner.

Of accepting a master.

Day. Three.

Chapter Eight

Gabriel

Darkness.

I’d retreated back into the darkness, unable to calm my breathing or the raging emotions that had surfaced. I stood in the kitchen, staring out at the night sky, the damn twinkling lights and bright orb almost too bright for my taste.

The drink in my hand wasn’t my first and it certainly wouldn’t be my last. As I swirled the glass, the sound of the ice clinking was far less comforting than usual. I’d never been rattled since arriving in America, not once. I’d accepted my fate and moved on, refusing to embrace my plight or deal with any crap.

But I was distressed as fuck by the tenacious feelings that had wrapped around me like a tight vise and refused to let go. I’d been unable to resist Alessandra on any level. Not her spiteful words. Not her dramatic actions in front of the mirror where I could watch her every move.

And certainly not her pushback with the sensuous touch of her fingertips.

She’d felt good in my arms, fulfilling a dark need that had never been sated before. I’d had my share of interactions since coming to America, women attempting to fulfill my needs, but not a single woman had accepted my sadistic tendencies or my aloof ways.

With Alessandra, she didn’t care about either. In fact, even in the darkness, I’d seen a spark in her eyes, a desire boiling deep within her, a portion hungering to let go. The chemistry we shared was unmistakable, even as the fire in her belly had prevented her from surrendering.

Soon...

Soon she would be mine, her body and soul. I held the glass against my head, praying the cool surface would ease the headache that had formed minutes after taking her. My cock swelled again just thinking about sliding my shaft deep inside.

Laughing, I was struck by the way she’d fought me, refusing to back down on any aspect. Even the few times she’d called me sir had been to attempt to gain the upper hand. To get what she wanted. To usurp my authority.

Few men had ever tried that.

None succeeding.

She was a stunning anomaly sent from the hand of God. Of that I was certain.

I took another gulp, unable to calm my nerves. Everything had already gotten out of hand.

Shadows.

Intentions.

Alterations to my power.

Then there were the lies.

I hadn’t shared a damn thing about my life. I also hadn’t told her certain truths. She needed proof her father had turned her over to another man. I had that proof. However, as much as I loathed Luis, the moment I handed over the letter that had been addressed to her, she would be shattered.

She would also blame the one person who could indeed protect her.

Luis had played a terrible game, one that could have placed his daughter’s life in danger. He’d gambled that I was the one who would protect her at all costs. What the hell had caused him to surrender the one thing he loved with all his heart?

Sighing, I fisted my mouth.

The vision of her naked body had been almost enough to break me. Even in the scattered moonlight, I’d been breathless, my desire wrapping around my throat like a creature hell bent on destroying me. Ripping off her gown had been the first of my mistakes. Fucking her in the ass merely a necessity.

Or at least I’d believed so at the time.

The gown and robe I’d left for her had been purchased with her in mind; the smooth silk the finest in the world, the color of a warm blush exactly the way I thought about her.

Innocent.

Perfect.

Unblemished.

Only I’d taken away her vulnerability with one drastic decision.

Fuck. Me.

I held up the glass, toasting the moon before polishing off the remainder of the drink, immediately moving to refill it. While I had business to attend to in the morning, I had no intentions of facing the board for another round of arguments. If the stock dropped, so be it. The level was twenty percent higher than anticipated anyway.

Sighing, I knew what Jefferson would say. You never leave business on the table based on arrogance or stupidity. Yes, I was one arrogant man, but I’d made the attorney a significant amount of money over the years and he’d served me