Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,67

I could have stopped him from stepping over the line of justice.

But what did that really mean? Why would my father ever think about turning against his own employer?

What I had gathered was that Gabriel was waiting for a larger deal to be finalized. That was the extent of what he’d shared, and I doubted there would be anything else.

I continued to try to process all I’d been through over the last few days, forced to realize that it was starting to feel like another woman had lived every glorious detail of my previous life. I’d been swept into Gabriel’s magnificent world of no return.

Laughing, I stood back, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I’d been given many privileges over the last few days. Beautiful clothes. Makeup. Lingerie. Tons of books.

But I was locked in the room every night, knowing there would be a visitor, the moments ever more glorious than those shared in the light.

How strange.

How amazing.

How desperately sad.

Today wasn’t the day to think about it. Gabriel had actually decided to take me out of the house. I was more than shocked. As I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the jeans and tee shirt that he’d provided, I took a deep breath. I had no idea what to expect.

The man was maddening. Exhilarating. Breathtaking. When he swept me into his arms, I felt like a princess. When he glowered because of any interruption, I was tossed back into the land of realization that he was a man bordering on evil.

Yet I wanted him. I craved his arms wrapped around me, his body covering mine. I longed to have his cock buried inside even as my mind still wanted to push him away.

I ran my hands down the front of my jeans, giving a final nod before walking out of the bathroom, waiting like a good little girl for one of the guards to take me to him. It was always the same. In daylight, he’d send a guard to fetch me, leading me to whatever room in the house would include our first round of playtime. It was never about watching a movie or simply sharing a glass of wine. Gabriel was far too hungry to engage in such frivolous activities.

The middle of the night was entirely different, a clandestine meeting of two bodies. He’d come to me, exploding with raw passion, a desperate need to touch me.

Taste me.

Fuck me.

I hadn’t resisted, my own yearning impossible to suppress.

I shuddered from the memory of the night before, the intensity of his savage fucking, the way he’d shoved his cock into my asshole. With every move, I was reminded not only of the brutal spanking, but also the anal plug required to remain buried deep inside. After several days, I no longer minded the obstruction.

There was no knocking on the door, no sound of the lock being disengaged. It was at that moment I realized that I hadn’t been locked in a majority of the night. Another test.

I’d passed.

True to form, one of the hulking masses walked inside, his look of surprise creating a stingy little moment of joy in my system as his gaze filtered to the boots Gabriel had also provided. “Mr. Masters will see you now, Ms. Toro.”

Ms. Toro. Neither one of the security guards had mentioned my first or last name until now. Perhaps I’d come up in the world.

“I’m ready.” As I walked by the glass I’d used as a vase, I couldn’t help but take a minute to stop and breathe in the amazing scent of the rose. In my mind, the single flower was the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet. I’d been cooped up for far too long.

I trailed him down the stairs, the eagerness continuing to grow. I was like a kid waiting for her birthday surprise. The office door was closed and as we neared, Kito purposely kept me from getting closer than six feet, his massive body dwarfing mine as he remained standing in front of me.

When the door opened, he seemed to stand taller, shifting from foot to foot the moment voices could be heard.

“You know I’ll do anything for you, buddy. All you have to do is ask. I don’t like hearing about the threats, and you should take them seriously.” Both men stepped out into the hall, the visitor’s voice not one I’d heard before. They turned their heads in our direction, the visitor grinning as he glanced up and down the