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I let go of the couch to wrap my arms around him, clutching at his back as his pace quickens. He swells, and somehow, I’m still coming from his fingers, the orgasm stretching out until it grows as he explodes within me.
“Mine,” he whispers, and I nod, holding onto his neck.
“Yours, Sir.”
Gabriel lifts me, keeping me in his lap as he stays inside me, our union intact. “I’m going to ask you something, Kiersten. Something very important. Do you want to stay... like this?”
I nod. “I do, Sir.”
Gabriel reaches around, cupping my ass and giving it a squeeze. “I don’t do girlfriends. I don’t want one.”
“I don’t want to be your girlfriend, Sir.”
“What do you want to be?” he asks. “Answer the question, Kiersten.”
“I want to be yours,” I reply softly. “I want to be your submissive.”
He smiles and lets go of my ass to stroke my back. “Emotions are not something I do.”
That’s a lie. This man doesn’t know the depths he’s shown me. In only a month, I’ve seen so many sides to him. And there’s one I cling to.
It may not be love, but he lusts for me. So many times, I’ve come to him when he’s frustrated or angry, when he’s exhausted and overwhelmed. And there’s always a shift. I would have to be blind not to see it.
He may not say it, and that’s okay. He doesn’t need to. I can hear it in the softness of his touch, the tenderness of his lips, but also in the hardness of his thrusts and the strength of his hand. I can hear it in the rustle of the dresses he’s given me, in the taste of our shared meals.
And I can hear it in the click of the key in the lock when he’s had me in the playroom.
But I don’t say it. Instead, I hold him, giving myself to him as I roll my hips. “What do you want, Gabriel?”
“Tomorrow, there’s another auction. You were invited, were you not?”
“Yes Sir,” I whisper as I feel him harden inside me again
“Then you will,” he said, pulling my hips in. I start to ride him, losing myself in the feeling of Gabriel’s presence and his cock inside me. I’m still so incredibly sensitized. Every rock of his hips is a heaven I didn’t know existed before he touched me.
“You’re going to get on that stage tomorrow like a good little whore for me.”
GABRIEL
The Past, August
My office showcases floor to ceiling windows, a Nineteenth-Century oak desk that has aged better than the finest wines, warm leather chairs, and a private conference table that declares to all that Iam the force to be reckoned with. I don’t come to you, you come to me.
Rrrring, rrrring.
Sighing, I turn away from my view, seven hundred and fifty feet above the streets of Manhattan.
“Yes?” I growl as I pick up, knowing it’s my assistant, Stephens. He’s good at what he does, but I’m irritated from being... interrupted. This hour is blocked off for a reason, and this disturbance had better be something fucking important.
“Sir, Mr. Ronald Johnson is here to see you. He says he has an off-books appointment?”
The tension grows in my shoulders as my jaw ticks. Ronald doesn’t have an appointment with me, off books or on the books.He’s trying to pull a move and salvage what little is going to be left of his pride by the time I’m done with him.
Clearing my throat, I decide it’s best to not burn bridges any more than I have to. It is business, after all, and in this world, money changes hands so quickly, it’s difficult to keep up. I’ll grant him a meeting if it’ll ease the tension between us. Only after I take care to hide my task at hand do I answer Stephens. “Send him in.”
After all, he lost millions, and I’m the vulture who’s swooped in because hehasto make deals to debt upon debt that’s finally caught up to him.
Ron Johnson is the head of the Johnson Financial Group, and while the company is still in the family name, there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s here to try and keep the company in family control as well.
