Page 80 of Gabriel's Salvation

A knock at the door breaks up the silence, so I quickly head inside. I am almost glad for the distraction.

“Hello ma'am, where would you like me to put this?” the porter asks as he motions to the trolley.

“Here, I'll take that,” I offer, then quickly state, “the room is kind of messy.”

“It's fine ma'am; it's kind of heavy. I'll bring it in for you,” he offers with a kind smile, but before I even have a chance to thank him, I sense Gabe behind me.

“She said we've got it. Now fuck off!” Gabe growls, making me jump slightly.

“If you're sure,” the guy replies as he turns and leaves so quickly that had this been a cartoon, he would have left a person sized cloud of smoke behind him.

“Really! Was that necessary?” I complain, turning and walking back into the room, leaving him to bring the trolley in himself.

“It was when that creep was undressing you with his eyes.”

“He was not. He barely even looked at me,” I argue.

“Riley, I know men. He was thinking about all the ways he wanted to fuck you.” Gabe huffs as he pulls the trolly into the room and kicks the door closed.

“You're such a…well…man,” I toss back, feeling even more exasperated now. “Not every man wants to fuck every woman they see.”

“Yes they do,” he states in a matter of fact way, “and I'm not having some greasy haired punk, staring and fantasizing about my girl,” he snaps back.

Feeling defiant and kind of stubborn, I walk closer to him and point my finger, “And who said I was YOUR girl anyway? Maybe I have a thing for greasy haired punks? Maybe I should head out and see if HE’S single?” I see Gabe's eyes turn to thunder and his whole face morphs in frustration. He pushes the trolly away, not caring as it bumps into the wall and lunges forward, grabbing me and pinning me against the wall.

“You..are…MINE!” he growls possessively.

“You say that, but you haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet,” I point out in more of a pouty voice than I intended.

“Fuck labels. You. Are. MINE.” he says through gritted teeth. “This is mine,” he says, running his thumb roughly against my lips. “And these are mine,” he says as he grabs hold of my boobs. “And this, this is definitely mine,” he growls as he leans over me, spreads my legs with his knee, then takes his hand and possessively grabs hold of my crotch.

“You are so fucking jealous!” I say pushing him back.

“I'm not jealous; I'm possessive, there's a difference,” he growls.

“It's the same difference,” I grumble back. Damn, he's so easy and fun to wind up.

“No. Jealous means I want what is his. Possessive means, I'd kill any man who tries to take what is mine!” he growls back as he kisses me. Hard. Fuck, his words alone fill me with so much desire.

I kiss him back with a moan. Just as I’m about to lose myself in him, he ruins everything by muttering the words “I own you,” into my mouth.

I push him away, slipping out of his grasp. “You're such an asshole. I'm not some piece of property you can just claim,” I huff.

Gabe grabs me by the hand and pulls me back closer to him.

“I claimed you the first time I saw you!”

“You're such a goddamn caveman!” I yell just as he picks me up, carries me over to the bed, and throws me down on it.

“You're such a brat,” Gabe laughs back.

“Yep, but I'm your brat,” I reply with a smug grin.

“Lucky me,” Gabe replies with a sarcastic eye roll.

“Oh shut it, you love it. Now go make me a coffee, slave,” I giggle as I use my foot to push him away as I shuffle up the bed to sit against the headboard.

Gabe

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