Page 55 of Bared Betrayal
His tone slices through me like a knife. If this was his room back at Myth, I’d be pleading for punishment right now because I angered him. But this is not Myth. This is not his room. This is my fucking life that’s been spinning out of control ever since the first time he touched me.
I place my palm on my forehead, closing my eyes and taking a breath. “Gabriel,” I start, “you know as well as I do it’s not a good idea.”
“You think my cock is less likely to find his way inside you when you’re here, and I’m across town?”
I don’t respond, and he steps closer, sucking all the oxygen from around me.
“If I want to fuck you, Kallie, I would fly half way across the world to bury my cock inside you. You think a few miles will stop me?”
“It’s wrong.”
“Yet you didn’t leave like I asked you to.”
Heat pools between my legs, my body becoming liquid with his every word, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. “Sebastian,” is all I can say while squirming under his intense gaze.
“I live in a high-rise that’s being used as a hotel and own the goddamn building. All he needs to know is that you were scared, I set you up in a suite, and that’s that. Will that set you at ease?”
“Maybe.”
“Good. So let me say this one more time.” He steps up close. “Grab your stuff. Pack a bag. Pack ten bags if you want to. But it will be a cold day in hell before I leave you here alone after what happened today.”
“No. No, I can’t.” I inhale deeply, my pulse still racing. “I can’t be around you when I’m like this, Gabriel.”
“Like how?”
I wrap my arms around me, glancing around me, searching for the words.
“Like how, Kallie?”
My gaze cuts to his, and I clench my jaw while fighting the tears threatening to escape. “When my thoughts run at ten thousand miles a second and I need you to silence them.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and I know he understands. I know he knows me even though…he doesn’t. He licks his lips, his blue eyes focused intently on me, his entire demeanor screaming with a primal instinct that instantly dries my throat.
“You need pain.” It’s not a question.
I nod, and our gazes remain locked.
With a single step, he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my cheek, electricity crackling around us, the air thick with a need I’ve only ever felt with one man. Him.
“I’m going to ask you this once,” he says, his eyes holding mine captive. “And if you lie to me, so help me God, I will walk out that fucking door and you will never see me again.”
I swallow hard, my stomach twisted into a million knots.
“Do you need me, Kallie?”
I bite down on my lower lip. I want to say no. I want to deny it. But I can’t. There’s no use in denying it when this man can clearly see into the deepest parts of my soul—parts I’ve never shown anyone. Call me stupid. Call me crazy. Call me a naïve girl who goes looking for trouble. I don’t care. All I care about is getting rid of the fear. The panic. The memories of a monster who took everything from me. And right now, Gabriel is the only one who can do that. And it’s what I need right now, especially since vivid memories knocked me on my ass today.
“Yes.” I lift my chin, trying my best not to hide. “Yes…I need you.”
“How?”
“I need you to take me back to Myth.” I lick my lips, feeling my cheeks flush. “I need you to hurt me.”
Sixteen
GABRIEL
When we getto the club, I flag down one of the women who work here—the one who knows how to prep a girl for any type of scene.
