Page 54 of Corrupted Empire

I feel him, hard and wanting, against my ass. My sex throbs with the need of him. I’m just like all those purple heroin addicts who shake between doses of their deadly medicine, except my fix is the sweet surrender of giving myself to Gabriel.

Gabriel slides down until he is resting on my thighs instead. He snakes his free hand between my legs and rubs his fingers against my mound. I let out a whimper without meaning to.

“That’s a good girl,” he says huskily. The sound of his voice is like a feather down my spine. “I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

I am, but I’m not giving in that easy. Maybe it’s time for me to teach Gabriel a lesson.

“Why don’t you roll me over and find out?” I ask in a sultry voice.

Gabriel flips me on my back without hesitation, grinding his knee between my legs and letting his mouth hover over mine. I can feel his breath on my lips, and I long to kiss him. My hands come to rest against his hard chest. The grooves of his muscles are smooth under my fingertips.

I trace lazy circles into his skin with my fingers, lightly scraping against him with my nails. He lets out a low moan and closes the gap between us. He kisses me softly, his hand gliding slowly over my belly, as though he has already forgotten the game.

I guess it’s time for a reminder.

I dig my nails into his chest and claw down. Gabriel roars with pain, and I slam my hands against his ribs, pushing him off me, then roll onto my knees and start a mad dash for the door. I am just staggering to my feet when I feel his fingers close on my ankle. He yanks me back, and I fall on my face, fingers digging into the carpet as he drags me back.

“Thathurt,” Gabriel growls.

“That was the point,” I snap back at him.

Gabriel twists me onto my back and closes one hand over my throat, squeezing just enough to allow only the barest amount of air through. I pull at his arm with both hands, but he’s too strong. Adrenaline is coursing through my blood in a way it never has before during sex. The fight or flight compulsion makes me squirm and kick, but I am so turned on that it only takes him guiding his hand into my shorts for me to seize up completely.

Gabriel roughly shoves two fingers inside of me, and that’s nearly enough to make me come right then and there. I let out a choked groan.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he says approvingly. “What are you trying to prove, Tiger? That you’re a tough girl?” He twists his fingers and starts to apply pressure to my clit with his thumb. I see stars. “Do you want to show me how rough you can be? That you can give as good as you get?”

He drives deeper inside of me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I can only respond with a guttural moan.

“I’ve been taking it easy on you so far, but if it’s rough you want, then it’s rough you’ll get.” He rips down my pajama bottoms, and I feel my tummy flutter in anticipation.

I muster my strength and croak out, “Is that supposed to scare me?”

Gabriel sits back, hauling me up by my throat and wrapping my legs around his waist. He pulls down his boxers and impales me on his cock. I cry out, and I’m not sure whether it’s more the pain of his rough handling or the sheer ecstasy of him burying his cock inside of me. Gabriel’s hand slides from my throat to the back of my neck, and he drags me forward for a rough, demanding kiss.

I kiss him back greedily. And I submit. Endorphins flood my system when I do, and it only takes Gabriel a couple of thrusts before I come apart completely. My body shakes, and I moan helplessly against his mouth.

“Fuck!” he groans, both hands dropping to my hips.

Gabriel bites my lip and holds it between his teeth while he lifts me up and down on his cock. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, and I am sure they will leave marks. I really hope so. I am utterly at his mercy, and it’s everything I can do to hang onto his shoulders while he gives me the rough treatment I so desire.

There is something divinely cathartic about our animalistic fucking. It feels like we kicked our pretense out the door in the same shove as all romance. We kept only the raw passion. The need.

Gabriel’s teeth grit with the effort of bouncing me on his cock, and his forehead glistens with sweat. My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and I admire his stone-cut features; the long, straight nose, the deep black eyes. He is so beautiful, and at this moment looks so ferocious that it nearly takes my breath away.

And then he swiftly deposits me onto the floor on my stomach, hikes my hips up, and buries inside of me again—and that really does take my breath away.

Our ragged breaths and the smacking sound of his hips hitting my ass fill the room. Gabriel grunts and groans, furiously hammering away behind me. I feel my body quiver and tense on the inside, feel the pressure build in my belly, and I realize I’m going to come again.

I let out a guttural cry as the orgasm hits me full force. Starbursts explode in front of my eyes, and electricity skitters over my skin. Gabriel swears and slams into me one last time, and I feel him pulse deliciously inside of me. He rubs his hand over my back, gentler than I would have expected, and then wraps an arm under my belly and pulls me back against him.

My body is limp at this point. I feel like a wrung-out sponge, and I let Gabriel pull me back into his embrace even though I’m not sure if I’m still mad at him. What was I mad at him for? Or was he mad at me? I don’t know. It hardly seems to matter now.

The room is perfectly quiet. Perfectly still.

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Gabriel

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