Page 24 of The Sicuro

I have no reason to not believe what he’s telling me, he was one of the members my grandfather didn’t have any concerns about. I nod and thank him for his time, and he is shown out.

Why the fuck is O’Connell trying to sell up? He was still sending money to his boy, who hasn’t been seen since he took a beating months ago.

“Anders, I want someone every-fucking-where. O’Connell’s place, his business, anywhere he visits, and fucking find him.”

As Anders leaves, I’m clawing at my face, the lack of control in this situation is making my blood boil. That, and the fact that they have tried to take what’s mine.

Sixteen

Kelcie

Iwas brought back to the house by David, the anger that I saw in Gabriel’s eyes stopped me from attesting it. When I got back, I got into my comfortable clothes and poured a glass of wine, knowing he won’t back for a while. A few hours pass and suddenly Gabriel has walked in and is stalking over to me. His eyes are dark and devilish, my heart rate increases, and as he grabs my wrist, causing my glass to smash on the floor, panic runs through me.

Pulling me upstairs and into the room we have been staying in, he stands in front of me, lifts my chin with his clenched fist and kisses me. I can physically feel the anger that is burning through him. I stand still letting him kiss me, as he does an intense grumble comes from deep inside him. I see a flash of desire in his eyes, he needs control, he needs me to give it to him. Gripping my chin his stare is fixed on me, I can’t breathe a single word. He brings my arms in front of me, removes his belt in a single swift movement and wraps it around my wrists, pulling it tight with one hand before gripping the back of my head with the other.

Threading his fingers through my hair and clenching it in his fist, he pulls it back presenting my neck to him, I swallow hard. My pulse is racing, and my breathing is rapid. I feel panic take over me, yet my pussy is clenching possibly as hard and fast as my pulse. He leans in kissing my neck slowly, starting at the base moving up to below my ear, then he’s taking control of my mouth. I follow his lead, complying with what he wants, what he needs.

Spinning me round he pushes me down onto the bed, my tied hands trapping underneath me. He’s around the bed when I hear him.

“Give me your arms.” His voice is dark and ominous.

As I try and adjust my arms to bring them above my head he pulls the belt, fixing it to the bedframe. I am laid face down, arms stretched above me, I can feel his eyes on me before I feel his legs brushing mine. He’s standing behind me. I turn my head to the side, resting on my cheek to try and look at him, as I do, he pulls my t-shirt up over my head leaving it over my tied arms. He pulls my shorts down my legs, biting my arse cheek hard as he takes them over my feet and discards them on the floor. My breathing is staggered, trying to calm it I inhale through my nose.

I feel or hear nothing other than his eyes on me until I hear him remove his shirt, and trousers discarding them along with my shorts. His hands grip my waist, lifting me so that I am on my knees, pushing my legs open with his knees, he spanks my pussy, and I know he canfeel how wet it is, he pinches my clit causing a moan to release.

He thrusts into me hard so that he’s buried to the hilt, I can’t contain the scream of his name. Leaving me no time to catch my breath or adjust to him he thrusts again, and again. He leans forward pulling my hair back so that my head slightly lifts off the bed, his kisses and bites covering me. I have no control not only of my body but the moans of pleasure that I’m making, as they get louder his hand covers my mouth.

Trying to breathe through my nose alone whilst he is pounding deep into me is heightening the sensations that are taking over my body, my hands gripping anything that they can, but I can’t move them for the belt. I can feel myself reaching a level of euphoria that I haven’t before, my whole body is tingling and tightening at the same time, as my pussy clenches he thrusts faster. As he comes, a dark growl fills my ears and I explode around him, shaking.

He pulls out slowly, making me groan as he does, I instantly miss the feel of him inside me. He moves around me undoing the belt that’s keeping me restrained along with the t-shirt that’s around my arms. Moving my hands to the side of my waist I push up to stand, my legs uneasy, he’s back behind me, gripping me under my chin and lifting it so he can lean down and kiss my neck. A pleasurable hum seeps through my lips.

“You’re so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear, the praise clear in hissoft voice.

From the moment he grabbed me in the kitchen it was clear that he was still pissed off after what happened. After the initial shock of the fire, I found my anger started to build. I thought I had provided a safe space for a friend, and it turned out worse than I could have imagined. I know it wasn’t her they were after, whoever they are, and they were willing to kill me to get to Gabriel. The way he looked into my eyes before he wrapped the belt around my wrists, I knew he needed to have some control. Whilst I felt the panic in me rise, I can’t deny the excitement that came with it. I am more than willing to let him control me, especially if that’s the orgasm it brings.

I’m stood with my back to him, pleased that I gave him what he needed, what he wanted. My body reacts to him in a way that my mind has no control over, I never thought I would be one to relinquish full control to anybody, but he can take whatever he desires. More so I want him to.

As he takes a shower, I make my way back to the kitchen to clean up the glass that I dropped. I get all the glass together and drop it in the bin, grabbing another and refilling it. I’m not ready to sleep yet, and I doubt that Gabriel will be able to rest. I fix him a whisky. As he makes his way into the kitchen, I’m sitting at the breakfast bar, he walks over to me and slides himself in between my legs, grabbing an arse cheek in each hand he lifts me onto the bar aligning my face with his. He slides his hand into the back of my hair and kisses me. Once he releases me, I pass him his drink.

“Thank you.” His words soft for the first time since he found out about my apartment. I don’t know what to say so stay silent. He props me back down on the seat and takes the one across from me.

“Sarah will be looked after, and your apartment will be restored, but I can’t have you go back there, Kelcie. I need you to stay here until I find out who did this. I need you to not leave, they will think it’s you that was in the apartment, and I need it to stay that way, for now.”

“What the fuck Gabriel, you want me to hide here? For how long?”

“Kelcie, your fucking home was set on fire.” His words are sharp and curt. My mind starts to run over everything that has happened. The severity of it slowly sinking in.

“OK.” I don’t fight him any further on this, and in all honesty, I feel safe here. “Do you have any idea who did this?”

“I do. It’s just confirming and finding him.” A void takes over his eyes like any emotion he had in him has disappeared, as if his mind has altered to deal with the situation and resolve it by any means necessary. I think about Sarah and the pain she must be suffering. The man who did this deserves that pain and more.

“Will you let me know when you find them?” I ask.

“Why?”

“I need to know that he is punished for what he’s done to Sarah.” I say looking at him and it almost looks like he smiled slightly.

“He will be.” I believe him. I see the anger start to rise in him again, the grip on his glass so tight it may shatter in his hands.

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