FALLING FOR VENGEANCE

4

Chemistry

Samantha sat like a deer caught in headlights. The atmosphere was thick with tension, so heavy you could cut it with a knife. Gabriel sat like a predator, gazing leisurely at his prey, waiting for her to speak.

"Uhmm"… Clearing her throat, she opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Her hands were sweaty with anxiety. Placing them on her lap, she tried to hide her shaking fingers. His gaze was fierce, like a predator skimming over her body. She felt his icy glare, his eyes locked on his prey. She felt small, like his cold stare was so sharp it could s***h into her.

"I don’t have all day," Gabriel said, his brow hitching.

"Uhmm… Gabriel, these people have been here. They are hard workers, and they have families to feed. Hesitating, she added, They could help you run the company."

"Wow. When I thought there was no way you could sink so low, you hit another level. Tell me".

Standing up, he stealthily made his way to her side, turning her chair. He leaned down and gazed into her eyes—his eyes dark, so black their depth was unreachable. She felt like she was drowning, just staring into his endless abyss. She couldn't look away even if she tried to. His eyes were enchanting. This was her one weakness. Even at home, when her son stared at her, she felt like she was reliving her younger years with Gabriel—her Gabriel—before everything came crashing. Jolted back by his words, she looked away, unable to keep staring.

"The same way they helped you run the company? he asked. Answer me, he whispered, his breath fanning over her neck."

The hairs on her neck stood erect, goosebumps washing over her. His aftershave—an intoxicating but faint scent—wrapped around her, seducing her. Unable to help herself, she looked into his eyes. His lips—firm but soft, naturally red like strawberries—drew her in. She was tempted to taste them, just brush her lips over to check if they tasted as good as they looked.

Sensing the shift in the room, Gabriel smiled. This was the effect he needed. He still had an effect on her. That made his revenge easy. He might have been a street dog years ago, easily tossed aside due to his background, but over the years, he had morphed into a man—a powerful one at that.

Samantha, unconscious, moved closer to him, his lips drawing her in. Not wanting to waste any time, Gabriel leaned in closer. Their lips were close but felt far away. Impatient, he locked their lips together.

A moan escaped her lips. Locking her hands behind his neck, she deepened the kiss. A gentle lick with her tongue teased him. Gradually, just like their love story, it became fierce—both fighting for dominance.

Gabriel, impatient, lifted her up. Her legs, on instinct, wrapped around his waist like they knew this position all too well. Bringing her up to his height, her heels lay helplessly on the floor. He held her against the wall, his muscles bulging.

Samantha looked into his eyes.

This was the man Gabriel, not the boy she had fallen in love with.

In that instant, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe now, as adults, they could work out. Without the influence of her father, she could get her love story.

Reaching out, she tugged at his collar, bringing him back for another kiss. Her moan melted with every brush of his tongue. His lips were addicting, making her delve deeper for his taste.

Gabriel reached down, tugging at her underwear. Her strawberry scent was intoxicating, her thighs holding him firmly. In place of the slightly chubby girl was a curvier, sexier woman. He loved a woman with meat. Grabbing the underwear, he moved it to the side.

Bringing down his zipper, he held her in place. Using his fingers, he teased her. She shuddered beneath him, his fingers plunging in, teasing her relentlessly. Her thighs were coated with her juices, her core slick. Unable to hold herself up, she leaned on him, his sheer strength keeping her upright.

"Gabriel, please... Gabriel, please"... she repeated like a mantra. She didn't know what she was begging for.

Grabbing her chin, he whispered into her ear, I know what you are begging for. Only I, Gabriel—that poor street boy—can make you lose control.

Bringing his sticky fingers closer, he smirked. See how wet you are for me. Holding her jaw in place, he gazed into her eyes, licking one finger, moaning. This is a hearty meal, Samantha. But we are only just starting.

Her core felt empty. "Please, Gabriel. "she pleaded.

Her pleas aroused him even more. They served as the fan that kindled his flame of desire. Picking her up, he made his way to the mahogany.

Samantha, in the throes of passion, heard the sound of clashing objects as they hit the floor. Gently, Gabriel laid her out on the table. She posed as the right distraction, the perfect seductress. Her half-closed eyes looked so alluring. Her skirt lay bundled up on her lap.

Unable to control himself, he grabbed her thigh, placing it on his shoulder. In one swift stroke, he was in—coated by her walls, her core holding him like a glove, a warm embrace after a long day. Although they had been apart for fifteen years, their bodies melted together, playing a sweet harmony in perfect sync.

This was what he had been looking for in every supermodel he had slept with. None could make him lose himself. This was home

The sudden realization swamped him. Angry with his errant thoughts, he pistoned like an athlete engaged in a heated race, unrelenting.

Samantha’s moans grew louder, unable to control herself. She was close—on that cliff, just a little tip, and she would fall into the streams of pleasure. Thrashing out, she reached for his collar, gazing into his eyes.

Her lips parted, and in that instant, he was sheathed deep inside her—his full length filling her. Just a little more, and he wouldn’t fit.

"So full"... she moaned.

His eyes were the very trigger she needed. Falling off that cliff, she spasmed, her legs shaking, her orgasm triggering his own. The numbing sensation started from his head, traveling down to his legs, emptying his potent seed into her.

They both lay still, their breaths coming in puffs, blending until they became a single sound. Gabriel bent over, laying on Samantha, the force of his orgasm knocking what little strength he had left.

His mind reminded him of this same scenario, but his younger self had been tossed aside.

This time, he wouldn’t be tossed aside. Not again