Corrupted Angel

Chapter 19 Episode 19

I take a sip of the drink and try not to make a face. It’s whiskey. Very potent whiskey.

“Was a state prosecutor?” Gabriel inquires. “Is he retired now?”

I click my tongue. “That’s not how this works. I get another question first.”

Gabriel sits back and takes a sip of his whiskey, gesturing for me to continue.

“What was your relationship with your father after you took over the business?” I ask.

“Tense, at first,” he admits. “He had a hard time letting go. But once he realized that the business wasin good hands, and he was free to explore other interests, he more or less left me to it. Is your fatherretired or dead?”

I do not expect him to be so blunt and I blink. “Uh, dead.” With a little more confidence, I add,“Murdered, actually. He was shot, like your dad. So I guess that’s something else we have incommon.”

“My father killed himself.”

I level my gaze at him. “Right, of course. And your mother?”

“Died in childbirth. Yours?”

“Died of cancer. We’re like two peas in a pod.”

The tension between us is palpable, and Gabriel gives me an indecipherable look. It burns deep intomy skin and I look down at my notes.

“Look at me, Tiger.”

I follow his command, heart racing.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he says. “You’re the one who has been chasing me for an interview,remember?”

I shake my head. “You’ve been toying with me from the first second we met in Fiamma. You mightkick me to the curb when you feel like it, but you’re getting something out of this and I don’t quiteunderstand what.”

“Toying with you?” He c***s a brow. “Is that how you see it?”

I nod. “You take pleasure in unsettling me.”

Gabriel sits forward and I scoot back, even though there’s a coffee table between us. He marks mygesture with a smirk.

“I think you like me toying with you,” he drawls. “In fact, I think you’ve been waiting for me to takeour game even further. Like I did that night at Fiamma.”

My mouth goes dry. The heat of his gaze zaps straight to my core and I clench my thighs, trying to getmy thoughts back on track.

Interview, interview … I’m supposed to be interviewing.

I take a breath and clear my throat, trying to pretend like his words haven’t gotten to me. “Let’s talkabout your plans for the future,” I propose.

But it’s too late. He has picked up on my arousal. I can see it in the hungry way he looks at me.

“The only plan I’m willing to discuss with you right now is my plan to bend you over that sofa andfuck you senseless.”

His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. Every one of my nerves sizzles to life and cries out for him.My mind is flooded with visions of our naked, entangled bodies and it takes significant effort to clearthem away.

I narrow my eyes at him. “You really will do anything to get out of this interview, won’t you?”

He smiles wickedly. “We can finish it after if you’re that concerned.”

“There will be no after. I don’t want to have s*x with you.”

“We both know that’s not true,” Gabriel says, rising to his feet.

I am rooted to the spot as he walks around the sofa, taking slow, predatory steps. He disappears frommy line of view and I am just about to turn around when I feel his hand slither around the side of myneck, cupping my cheek. He lowers his face next to mine, breath tickling my ear. My heart hammersagainst my ribs. Liquid heat settles between my legs.

Gabriel’s lips feather over my throat. I can’t help but moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, kissing his way from my chin to my shoulder. His hand skimsdown over my breast, and my n****e tightens beneath his wandering fingers.

All the thoughts in my head flutter away, leaving behind a hazy cloud of lust. It feels sensational to betouched after my long abstinence, especially when the person touching me knows exactly how to setmy body alight.

Gabriel’s lips move away. He stops touching me entirely. I whimper without meaning to, an addictdenied her fix.

“Come here,” he commands.

As if they have a will of their own, my legs straighten and I’m up.

I find submitting to Gabriel freeing. Between my career and Harry, there is not a second in my daywhen I don’t have to be responsible. With Gabriel, somebody else has the reins. I hate to admit it, butit feels good to dance to the beat of someone else’s drum. It doesn’t hurt that the person setting saidbeat is a tall, dark s*x god.

I walk around the sofa, heart beating so loud I am sure Gabriel can hear it. He watches me with darkeyes, drinking me in. I arrive in front of him and lick my lips.

“Good girl,” he croons.

And then he slams his lips against mine. The sudden ferocity of his kiss startles me and sends myadrenaline into overdrive. I cling to the front of his shirt. My legs threaten to buckle beneath me.Gabriel’s arms snake around my body, pulling me tightly against his chest as his lips ravage mine.

My core throbs. Gabriel presses me back against the sofa and drops a hand between us, rubbing itagainst the front of my pants while his mouth carves a hot path down my neck. I arch toward him, eyesrolling to the back of my head.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined doing this,” he growls into my skin. “Every time youopen that pretty little mouth to insult me, all I can think about is f*****g you until you can’t string asentence together.”

“Is your ego that delicate?” I mock.

He laughs, nipping the crook of my neck. “There you go with that mouth again.”

“So do something about it.”

Gabriel spins me around and pushes my shoulders, bending me over. His fingers dig into the meat ofmy ass, his mouth at my ear. “Oh I will.”

His hand slides around the front of my jeans and undoes them, and in the next second, he has torn themand my panties down to my ankles. I feel so exposed. There’s something sexy about being in such acompromising position, and I wait with bated breath to see what comes next.

Gabriel’s palm rubs over my bare ass, and he smacks it hard. I yelp in surprise, but the pain mixeswith pleasure and it feels as though sparks are skittering across my skin. His hand slides over my buttand then down. My breath catches as his fingers probe my s*x, and Gabriel emits a low moan ofapproval when he finds me soaking wet.

This discovery lends an urgency to his movements. He slides a finger in and out of me, then addsanother, f*****g me with his hand. I eagerly grind back against him.

Gabriel’s fingers move away and I look back to find him sheathing his length in a condom. Nice ofhim to bother this time.

His eyes meet mine and he pushes my head down, driving my ass into the air for his pleasure. I feelhim at my entrance and then he plunges into me in one smooth thrust.

I arch back with a loud moan.

“You feel so good, Tiger,” Gabriel purrs. His hands come to my hips and he pushes me forward withanother powerful thrust. “f**k, you feel so good.”

I cling to the top of the sofa, eyes rolling to the back of my head. Gabriel f***s me quickly, greedily,like a starving man devouring a feast. The room fills with the sound of our slapping skin and my harshbreaths. His c**k fills me entirely, stretches me, dominates me. Pleasure swirls in my belly and I findmyself pushing back on him, needing more and more.

Gabriel grabs my shoulder and uses this grip to ram into me even harder. The hand on my shouldersoon slides over the front of my throat, and he drags me back against his chest, holding me in place ashe continues to drive up into me.

I feel like a rag doll for Gabriel to use as he sees fit and I’ve never been more turned on. I am at thishulking man’s mercy—and I love it. But Gabriel is not a selfish lover, and his free hand slides acrossmy belly and over my mound, fingers circling my c**t. I cry out in sheer ecstasy.

It’s too much, all of it:

His c**k buried inside of me…

His fingers playing with me…

The feel of his hard chest against my back…

Tendrils of heat glide up my legs and into my core, and I quiver all over as a delicious orgasm buildsdeep in my belly.

Gabriel’s breathing becomes more ragged, more urgent. The hand on my throat eases and I find myselfbeing bent down again, though he continues to flutter his fingers against my sensitive nub. My haircreates a curtain around my face as Gabriel continues to slam his hips into mine.

I screw my eyes shut as the warmth glows from my core, the sensation growing and growing until …