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“What the fuck, Gabriel?” I shouted as he slipped the other one on his wrist.
“You seriously didn’t think I could trust you? Did you?” He smirked.
Well, there went my escape plan. I took in a deep breath to try and calm the anger that rose inside me. He led me outside where two security men dressed in black stood guard at the front door and Carl stood holding the door to the limo open.
“Watch your head,” Gabriel spoke before I climbed inside.
“I’m not stupid,” I sneered.
“I never said you were.”
The ride to my apartment was silent until I had a question I needed answered.
“So you just keep handcuffs lying around your house?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “I keep them in my bedroom.”
I narrowed my eye at him. “You’re sick.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you really think that. Are you seriously going to tell me that with all the guys you’ve been with, you have never been handcuffed during sex?”
“No. I haven’t.” I stared out the window, for I was telling the truth.
“Then I feel sorry for you. You’re missing out. Maybe I can show you sometime how good they can be.”
I tightened my legs at the thought. I could picture the whole scene in my head. Lying on my back with my hands cuffed together behind my head. His muscular body hovering over me, doing things to me that only he could. His tongue sliding over every inch of my bare skin, teasing me until I orgasmed. Shivers ran through me like a brisk wind on a winter day. I inhaled a sharp breath as I could feel the wetness form in my panties.
“Not going to happen,” I spewed.
He chuckled as Carl pulled up to my apartment building. Gabriel climbed out first and carefully helped me from the car. Throwing his coat over our wrists, we entered my building and took the elevator up to my apartment.
“Can you at least un-cuff me so I can pack?” I asked.
“Hmm—No.”
“Gabriel, come on!”
“I said no, Kate. You’re staying cuffed. I don’t trust you.”
“And I don’t trust you!” I shouted.
“Okay then. So we’re just two people who don’t trust each other. Now get packing so we can go home,” he commanded.
“I am home, you idiot. Your place is far from home to me.”
“I’m not discussing this any further. You can either pack your shit and come back with me or go to jail. The choice is yours, sweetheart.”
“What the fuck is the difference? Either place is jail!” I spoke with an attitude as I threw my suitcase on the bed.
I never should have fucked him. Okay, yes, I should have because he was sexy as sin, but I never should have taken his damn watch. How the hell did he know it was me? I’d done the test before and none of the others had a clue I was the same person. I threw my things in the suitcase and shut it.
“Here. You can carry this. I have something else I need to grab,” I spoke as I walked back into my closet and grabbed my guitar case, pulling Gabriel along with me.
We climbed back into the limo and drove back to his house. As I stared out the window in silence, I felt the handcuff unlock. When I looked over at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards. With my other hand, I rubbed my sore wrist.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he spoke as he uncuffed himself. “You can end all of this and go home.”
