Page 80 of Plunge into Obsession
How could I have ever thought of Gabriel as something more than what he was?
Because looking at him now, all I could see was a powerful man with connections to the cartel, a man who’d killed another man because he—what?
Messed with me? Forced me on stage to perform naked in front of other men?
And that had been before Gabriel and I slept together.
Everything felt hot.
I had been cold earlier, but now, looking at Gabriel…
A thin sheen of sweat coated my forehead, and it seemed like I wasn’t getting enough air.
Fuck.
I rushed out of the bed and straight to the bathroom, losing what little food I might have had in my stomach into the toilet.
Vaguely, I heard Gabriel move closer to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about that now.
Tears stung my eyes as I started dry-heaving into the toilet. Gabriel gathered my hair and held it away from my face.
He was saying something to me in Spanish that I didn’t understand, but unlike before, there was nothing soothing about the tone of his voice now.
I closed my eyes and tried to tune him out, but it was impossible.
When it felt like I wouldn’t lose it anymore, I rested my cheek against the cool porcelain seat. It felt good against my flushed skin, and I wondered if I could just stay there for a while longer.
Gabriel had other ideas because he wrapped his arms around me and helped me up.
I didn’t stop him or fight him.
It wouldn’t have done me any good, so I didn’t bother.
He sat me down on the bathroom counter and placed the toothbrush in my hand.
I quickly brushed my teeth while Gabriel waited nearby. Once I was done, he took me back into his arms and walked us back into the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. I tensed and pushed away from him, trying to put as much space between us as possible.
I was scared to say or do anything that might make what little kindness he had shown me go away and cause him to finally reveal his true colors.
Perhaps I just wanted to keep the illusion a little while longer.
I didn’t want to remove the mask of a monster.
He killed Corey.
I didn’t need him to tell me so—Iknewit.
Somehow, in my gut, I knew it.
I blinked and bit my lip.
“W-why am I here?” I asked.
He regarded me with those dark eyes of his that seemed to have only gotten darker. I worked hard not to shift in his lap, aware of all the places where we touched.
“Didn’t I tell you? You’re here because you’re mine.”
