Gabriel joined her, and neither of them spoke. The scent of cigarette smoke filled the car as the men climbed into the front. They sprayed some lavender to cover the odor. She rolled her eyes and looked out the window, heading back to his apartment.
She’d been apartment hunting as well. She’d gotten some good tips, and her first paycheck was due in two weeks.
So far, Gabriel hadn’t asked for rent or to help with the food bill. She cooked for all three of them and cleaned. She tried to do her part so she didn’t feel like she was some kind of pest.
Arriving back in the private parking zone, she didn’t follow Gabriel out, but opened the door and walked ahead of him to the elevator.
She didn’t look at his reflection as they walked on. The metal doors closed.
Silence rang out.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She held her shoes in her hand and waited.
The elevator doors opened up and she stepped out, waiting for him to open the door.
Once inside, she put the shoes down and was about to leave when Gabriel grabbed her and pressed her against the closed door.
He tilted her head up and she stared into his eyes. His body so close and she liked it.
She waited.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“No?” His hand went to her hip. “Nothing is going on in that head of yours?”
“I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”
“Do you?” he asked.
“What else would I want to do?”
His hand moved down and she gasped as he cupped her between the thighs. His touch sent a wave of need flooding every single part of her body. She licked her lips. His palm crushed against her clit and she closed her eyes, biting her lip.
“You liked what you saw, didn’t you?” he asked. “You like seeing the men lose control, of being at the mercy of that woman.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
He pushed again and fire shot through her body. Within the next second, his lips were on hers, kissing her hard, biting her lip. She wrapped her arms around him, but he suddenly grabbed her wrists and pressed them above her head. “You don’t get to touch until you’ve answered my question.”
“I don’t have to tell you a goddamn thing,” she said, wriggling in his hold.
He held both of her hands in only one of his and he skimmed the other down her arm, going to her breast. He circled the nipple. “No? But your body, it’s telling me all it wants to. Your body speaks when your lips tell lies.” He cupped her breast, kneading the flesh. He didn’t linger too long. That same hand traveled down past her stomach, going between her thighs and touching her pussy.
She cried out.
He stopped, moving his hand to the slit down one side of her dress, then he suddenly cupped her through the fabric of her panties.
“Soaking wet, just what I expected to find.”
She could tell him to stop, to get off. The words failed to form. She didn’t want him to stop. This control, this dance they were doing, she wanted to see how far he was willing to go. What he’d do to her.
He pushed her panties to one side and then his finger glided through her slit, stroking over her clit.
“So wet. I bet you’ve never had a real man touch you. Show you what you can do with this body,” he said.
He didn’t stop there and she still hadn’t asked him to stop. What the hell was wrong with her?
Gabriel moved down to her entrance and she cried out when he pushed a single finger within her core. “Fuck, you’re tight. It just goes to show no man has used your body the way it should be.” He growled against her ear, bringing his fingers back toward her clit, stroking her. She opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure. “Do you want me to stop?”
She whimpered. Now he was putting the decision in her hands and she didn’t think she could handle any more.
Just as she was about to tell him to keep on touching her, she heard movement and it wasn’t them.
Rhianna.
Common sense prevailed and she pulled out of his arms quickly.
He didn’t stop her.
Within seconds, Rhianna was in the hallway. “Have you two only just got in?” She yawned, rubbing at her face.
“It was a long night. I’m so tired.” Shaken, aroused, needy, she managed to brush past her friend with just a kiss to the cheek. She had to make her escape.
All of these years, she’d promised Rhianna she’d never fall for her brother or be caught anywhere near him. She wasn’t about to start now.
Chapter Four
One week later
Work had kept Gabriel busy.
He’d sent his men to take Claire to work and he’d purposely avoided coming into contact with her. Tony had upheld his end of the bargain and according to his sister, Claire was now looking for a place to live.
The money Tony had wouldn’t be enough for Claire to buy herself a nice place. He’d gotten the final figure from his men and he didn’t like it.
On Monday, his sister was due to go away with one of the many charities she was helping, which meant he and Claire would be alone. He’d already called Casey and told her to give Claire the night off.
No woman ever got under his skin and he couldn’t deny that his thoughts were entirely dominated with one woman. No other woman would do, not that he’d tried anyone else. The only person he wanted was Claire, and he was going to have her.
Claire wanted out of his apartment and it was going to take some time before she saved up enough, and so he intended to proposition her. She’d been avoiding him and as he made his way back to his apartment at five o’clock with plenty of time to catch her, the anticipation made his cock ache.
Tonight, he was going to have her, no questions asked. He’d felt how aroused she was at the touch of his hands. He intended to show Claire exactly what she’d been missing. To make sure Claire stuck around while Rhianna was off helping people, he’d told his sister a couple of lies.
The first, he wasn’t going to be at the apartment for a couple of days himself as he had business to attend to, and he’d make sure Claire was protected with some of his men.
He had nowhere to be, and he intended to be the one protecting, but also spreading that pretty ass and showing her what a good fucking was all about.
Entering his apartment, he closed the door quietly, locking it. Music played, some kind of rock song. He wasn’t big on identifying songs or what was popular. Rounding the kitchen, he came to a stop when he saw Claire in her underwear, dancing.
She had a nice pair of juicy thighs, rounded hips, a full ass, and all he needed was for her to turn around and he’d get to see those tits as well. She was a curvy woman all around and just watching her now, he wanted to spread her across his bed and kiss every inch of her. There were a lot of other things he wanted to do, like watch her take his cock, sinking into her tight cunt or ass. Had she ever been taken in the ass?
Arms folded, he waited.
Within a minute, she spun around and cried out, dropping the saucepan of spaghetti she’d been holding. He knew from personal experience she was eating her food out of the pan rather than get another plate. She hated doing dishes.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”