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"You are. And I enjoyed every inch of you. That's my truth," Gabriel whispers after pulling away from our kiss. He sniffs my neck, and the ticklish sensation squeezes a giggle out of me. "What's your truth, Sasha?"
I suck my cheek to stop giggling. When Gabriel moves his face closer to mine again, my feet fiddle like a happy little girl would. I frown when he laughs at my reaction, but he quickly puts back my smile with a quick kiss. “Your truth, Sasha?” he asks.
Something tells me there’s something he wants to hear from me.Should I?Gabriel probably knows my background. Many of the female students in Dahlia Hall are rumored to be daughters of influential families. Many of them are daughters of men with connections to underground businesses like my father. Still, I hesitated. Gabriel doesn't know how dangerous my father is. Actually, my father himself is the danger.
"I…" I let go of my giggle and answered, "I want to satisfy you better."
Gabriel blushes for a moment; his eyes twinkle with excitement. Was that what he wanted to hear? Geez! I overthought things again!
“That truth needs proof,” he says with a smile. He slides his hand under the shirt and strums his fingers on my crotch. “You’re not hungry, right?”
Every moment of what we did last night flashes back into my memory. His touch sends me into a frenzy. I tear a piece of the grilled sandwich and answer, "Not anymore."
Chapter Two
Gabriel
I stop kissing Sasha after we enter the bedroom and look into her face. Her lips are a little swollen from our fiercer exchange of kisses. She kisses me wilder than last night and ignites a hotter fire. I should be celebrating another triumphant step toward revenge, but it feels different. All I can think of is to enjoy the moment with her. Every kiss, touch, and moan she can sing into my ears.
Sasha looks into my eyes and back into my lips. She's determined to enjoy everything with me, too. My forehead wrinkles when I remember what Vigo told me. Does Sasha know about her supposed wedding with Dmitri Fador? Is that why she's doing everything she wishes now because she can't do it after becoming Dmitri's wife?
Anger slowly mixes with the joy I feel as my doubt rises. Does Sasha have feelings for me? Or was I just somebody at the right moment for her? Did I make her fall for me, or am I just her temporary escape?
“Am I doing it wrong?” Sasha asks.
Stupid.Sasha's eyes tramp all my doubts about her feelings. She had confusion and hesitation in them last night, but I don't see any now. I don't know how she feels, but I see and feel her adoration. Also, women tend to fall in love after having good sex with a man they are attracted to. Why should I worry about how she felt for me or if I'm her escape? I have my plans too, which include making her crazy over me.
“I’m not pressuring you, am I?” Yes. I need to make her fall for me by being a gentle soul willing to save her.
"I want to do this with you, Gabriel," Sasha shyly smiles. Worry sparks in her eyes, but she brushes it off with a big smile. "I want to be your woman. Or more than that if I can."
"My woman," I don't know why it sounded better than my thought of making her my slave. The words repeat in my head, tickling my heart and putting a smile on my face. I hold Sasha's face and kiss her again. "I'll make you more than that."
Her face glows, and she increases the passion in her kisses. Her hands brush up and down my bare chest; her fingers trace the lines of my torso. I move my hands on the buttons of her shirt and release them. Sasha lets go of my mouth to moan when I hold and squeeze her breasts. She bites her lips when I pinch the nipples. I look at her, worried she's in pain. Her breasts still have light bruises from my fondling and sucking last night. But, she must love the pain since she offers them more to me.
"Gabriel," Sasha calls when I take one of her tits into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her areola. She holds the back of my head and gently scratches my scalp. "Gabriel," she calls louder when I tug her nipple.
Her moan sounds like music again when I release the pressure from her nipples. I move my lips back to her cheek and shower her face with kisses before locking my mouth with hers. Her fingers push deeper into my chest as our intimacy turns intense.
"There's something I want to learn," Sasha declares after we pull away to breathe. She reaches for the band of my pants and smiles at me. "It's something I'm curious about."
My roguish laugh echoes in the room. Sasha's words awakened my dominance and returned my plan to make her submit. I may change my mind about using her to get my revenge against her father, but she has made me more determined.
I hold the back of Sasha’s hair and push her face to mine. Her eyes twinkle at my show of control. Looks like she can live and enjoy my fetish, too. “Open it,” I ordered her.
Sasha grunts a little when I pull her head to the back. Her eyebrows curve as she glares at me. I hold and squeeze her cheek, making her frowning mouth pucker. I repeat my order before gagging her mouth with a passionate kiss. She struggles to release the button while I force her to keep her eyes on me.
"Pull it down," I soften my voice a little to avoid sounding too dominant. Sasha loves the dominance, but she still refuses to surrender her will. I don't want to scare her. "Hold my cock, Sasha."
I release her head and allow her to look at my cock while she holds it. It's her first time taking it with her hands. Her mouth opens in awe as she measures my length with her palm. She looks at me while exhaling in disbelief.
“I handled all of this length last night?”
“That’s why you were great,” I hold her head again and slowly push her lower. “Get on your knees.”
Sasha gulps hard upon realizing my intention. She fights her hesitation and slowly gets down on the floor. I move my hand onto the top of her head and direct her head to my face.
"Do whatever you want with it, baby," I say while smiling. Another gulp. Another confusion. She slowly craves everything about becoming my woman.
