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  “You’re my obsession, Marley. Can’t you see that? I’m addicted to you in every way, and I absolutely fucking love it.”

  “It’s not healthy—”

  “Christ, Marley! Fuck what’s healthy! None of that shit matters. When we’re together, it’s perfect. You know I’m right. You can feel it.” Our bodies are so close not even light would be able to get through. He bends his head, bringing his lips dangerously close to my ear. “When I’m inside you, when you’re so fucking desperate for me to take you that you’re dripping wet.” Tremors wrack my body at his sultry words. “It doesn’t matter if I’m fucking you with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. When I touch you, you go crazy for me, don’t you, baby? No pussy I’ve ever had compares to yours, Marley. You were fucking made for me.”

  Reaching deep down for anything I can grab hold of to reinforce my walls against him, I tell him, “I saw you kissing her.” My voice sounds pathetic and weak, even to my own ears, and I feel him smile against the skin of my neck.

  “Were you jealous, my bella?” he jokes, and I feel a punch of anger, but he continues before I can react. “I promise you; as soon as this is over, I’ll make her pay for that little stunt. Trust me, baby. I don’t want any woman’s lips on me, but yours.” I stay quiet, not sure how to respond to that, so he speaks again. “I’m going to fuck you, my bella. Right now. I can’t wait another fucking second to sink my cock inside your tight pussy.”

  Before I can say anything, I’m being dragged from the dance floor, toward the exit. People block our path every few feet, trying to stop Gabriel for a conversation, but he’s quick to excuse himself, telling them he has to see to a catering emergency and will be back shortly. The entire time he’s leading, I follow blindly, unable to concentrate on anything other than the lust coursing through my body. Is this a mistake? Absolutely. But I can’t say no. I won’t. Everything he said on the dance floor is true. I crave him just as much as he craves me, if not more. He’s my addiction. And I don’t know if I can quit…or if I even want to.

  I don’t even register where we are until Gabriel shoves a door open and I’m being pulled through it. The sign catches my attention just as I pass it. “Gabriel,” I hiss, “this is the ladies room!”

  “It’s empty. That’s the only thing I give a shit about.” Seconds after I hear the lock click into place, I’m being spun around. Gabriel’s mouth crashes down on mine in a fierce, unrelenting kiss. There’s nothing sweet or pretty about how he devours my mouth with his own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This isn’t a soft, loving coming together. This is brutal…punishing. This is two people so consumed with each other, they can’t think about anything else. I meet every stinging nip he gives me with one of my own, biting down on his lush bottom lip to the point of pain, before releasing it and laving the same spot with my tongue.

  Grabbing the bottom of my dress, Gabriel unceremoniously yanks it up past my hips to my waist, and takes hold of the backs of my thighs. After hoisting me up so I can wrap my legs around him, he walks to the bathroom counter and sets me down, right at the edge. Never once do our lips separate. We feast from each other’s mouths with an intense desperation, so engrossed in each other the rest of the world has fallen away completely.

  One hand fists tightly in my hair while the other dips into the low cut neckline of my dress. He palms my breast roughly, tugging hard at my turgid nipple, causing me to moan loudly at the pleasurable pain spiking through me.

  “You like it rough?” he asks against my mouth. I whimper wantonly, without words, begging him not to stop as I arch my back, pressing closer to his touch. “I won’t be gentle with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard every inch of your body’s going to feel me.”

  “Please,” I moan, digging my nails into his chest, raking them roughly down over his shirt.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard, Marley,” he pants.

  “Oh, God, Gabriel, I need you to fuck me hard. Please,” I beg breathlessly.

  Taking one ankle in his hand, he places my heel on the countertop, spreading me so wide he’d be able to see everything if not for my panties. I watch with rapt attention as he unbuttons his slacks and slides the zipper down, my tongue’s darting out to lick my lower lip when he finally pulls his rigid cock out. A crushing desire to taste him comes over me, but before I can voice my desire, Gabriel shoves my panties to the side and buries his cock in my pussy with one brutal thrust.

  I cry out loudly as he stretches me to the limit, filling me up so deliciously I’m not sure I’ll ever want him to stop.

  “You’re fucking soaked for me, my bella,” Gabriel says as he pounds into my body repeatedly. Reaching up, he yanks my dress down below my breasts, drawing first one nipple into his mouth before moving his attentions to the other. My head is thrown back in ecstasy as he fucks me harder than he’s ever fucked me before. “Tell me you love me,” he says against my skin, nearly pulling me from my lust-filled haze. When I don’t answer, he bites down on my nipple hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp from me before it turns into a whimper of desire.

  “Tell me!” he demands, forcefully hammering his dick into me so roughly I know I’ll hurt tomorrow.

  My breathing is labored, as I answer, “No.”

  He bites down on the opposite nipple at the same time his hand reaches between us to where both of our bodies meet. Pressing hard against my clit with his thumb, he begins to rub it at a ferocious pace, only letting up to squeeze it between his fingers.

  “Ah! Gabriel!” I scream as my orgasm begins to build stronger than it ever has before. I wrap my leg not on the countertop around his hip and try to pull him to me even harder. “Don’t stop!”

  “Fuck! Tell me you love me!”

  “No!”

  Just as I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my life, Gabriel pulls out of me, making me cry out at the loss of him. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me off the counter and spins me around by my shoulders, forcing me to face the mirrors. My panties are torn from my body, the ripping sound echoing off the tiled walls, and just as fast as he pulled out, he shoves back in to the hilt. My breath leaves my body in a whoosh.

  One hand at my hip, squeezing to the point of bruising, the other, toying with my exquisitely sore nipples, he demands, “Look at us, Marley.”

  I screw my eyes shut, not wanting to see what’s right in front of me. I know it’ll be too much to handle. “Fucking look at us!” Releasing my hip, his hand grabs my hair and pulls, sending a jolt from my scalp straight to pussy, causing another rush of wetness to coat his unrelenting cock. My eyes open on another gasp and the reflection staring back at me is enough to make my walls clamp down around him as he fucks me. “Oh, God.”

  “That’s right. See how fucking perfect we are together?”

  The sight of his strong jaw clenched in pleasure, the movement of my breasts as they bounce with each of his thrusts, the dark hunger reflected in both of our eyes as he gives me what I so desperately want…all of it is too much. It sends me spiraling down into an orgasm so strong it sucks the air right out of my lungs. Tears well up in my eyes as every muscle in my body tenses to the point of pain. It’s the most overwhelming thing I’ve ever felt in my life as I gasp for air at the same time I scream his name over and over again. By the time it’s waned, my body feels like it’s been turned to mush.

  But he’s not finished. When the fog lifts, Gabriel is still fucking me relentlessly.

  “Say it, Marley,” he says between clenched teeth.

  “No,” I retort, my throat sore and scratchy from my orgasm.

  “Stop being so fucking difficult! Tell me you love me.”

  “No.”

  In an instant, his hand is between my legs toying with my swollen clit, causing sparks of desire to start building again. It’s too much. I can’t handle coming as hard as I just did. “Stop,” I whimper, trying to shift away from his touch, but it’s no use. “Gabriel, please. It’s too much.”

  The pleasure is
so devastating I feel tears begin to slide down my cheeks.

  “Tell me you love me, my bella.” His voice is lower this time, softer.

  “Please, I can’t take it.”

  “Just say it and I’ll stop.”

  My chest rises and falls at an insanely fast pace as I run from and chase after my impending climax all at the same time. I want it, but I’m terrified of how staggering it’s going to be.

  “Gabriel,” I whisper on an exhale.

  “Tell me!”

  Burying himself as far inside me as he can go, he presses down on my throbbing clit, and instantly, I’m catapulted over the edge into a blindingly brilliant climax even more intense than the first. “I love you!” I scream out, unable to stop myself.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, Gabriel shouts out his own release, his cock twitching as he coats the tender walls of my pussy. His teeth clamp down on my shoulder, sending renewed shocks through me and making me clench down on him even harder as he continues to come. Both of us groan loudly with prolonged pleasure.

  It takes several minutes for me to be able to come to grips with what just happened. But the moment my rational brain clicks back on, all I can think is, what the hell have I just done?

  Silence ensues as Gabriel and I begin righting out clothes. Pulling several paper towels from the holder, I run them under water and lift my skirt to clean myself up.

  “Stop.” Gabriel grabs my arm and takes the wet paper from my hands, throwing it in the trashcan. “I want you to know that I’m running down your thighs when you enter that ballroom. While you’re walking around, making casual conversation, I want you to feel my come dripping from inside you. I want you to smell me on you. And I want you to remember who the fuck you belong to.”

  A tremor shoots through my body. Delicious chills skate across my skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. I need to get the hell out of this bathroom before I do something even stupider than I already have—if that’s even possible.

  Pulling out of Gabriel’s hold, I finish fixing my dress and begin dragging my fingers through my messy hair until I’m pleased with how it looks. Thankfully, my makeup isn’t as smudged as I thought it would be. I reapply a coat of lipstick, wincing slightly at how tender my lips are. Then, without another word, I unlock the restroom door and make a hasty exit.

  ***

  She’s closing herself off again. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to see that. I quickly tuck my softening cock back into my pants and zip them up. I tuck my shirt in and straighten my bowtie just in time to chase after her when she hauls ass out of the restroom. Fortunately, she comes to a dead stop right outside the door, giving me a chance to catch up. Unfortunately, she stops because Carlo is standing right outside the door, leaning against the wall across from us, his ankles crossed and his arms folded over his chest, wearing a shit-eating grin.

  Anger immediately floods my system when I step next to Marley and see she’s turned five different shades of red from embarrassment. “What the fuck?”

  “You crazy kids have fun in there?” Carlo asks, still smiling.

  I’m going to kill him. I’m going to pound his fucking face until that grin disappears, and then I’m going to beat him to death.

  “What the fuck are you doing out here?”

  Carlo uncrosses his ankles and stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Saw you dragging your girl out caveman style and figured you’d need someone to run interference. Good thing I did, too. I could hear you fuckin’ from all the way down the hall.”

  Marley covers her face with both hands, letting out a mortified, “Oh, my God.”

  “No worries,” Carlo continues. “I didn’t let anyone near the door. Told them it was out of order. You’re secret’s safe.”

  I knew I employed him for a reason.

  “Marley.” I reach up to place my hand on her back, but she steps away.

  “I’m going back to the party. I’ll see you later.”

  “Well, that doesn’t look like the woman who was just screaming the roof off this place,” Carlo says, walking over to stand beside me as we watch Marley’s retreating figure.

  “You want to live past tonight, motherfucker?”

  Holding his hands up in surrender, Carlo lets out a little laugh. “Just jerkin’ your chain, boss man.” His easygoing humor quickly falls away, leaving a severe expression in its place. “But I think you may have a serious problem, my man.”

  Just what I fucking need.

  “What could it possibly be this time?”

  “Didn’t want to say it in front of your girl, but that she-devil bitch that’s always up on your jock saw you pulling Marley in here, too. Nearly had to drag the cunt outta here by her hair, man. Pissed off doesn’t even begin to describe that chick right now.”

  “Jesus Christ.” I run my hands roughly over my face before dropping my head back and staring at the ceiling. “Fucking Kiersten.”

  “Bitch is becoming a liability, Gabe. You need to watch your girl. Never turn your back on a jealous, psychotic woman.” He drops his hand on my shoulder and gives it a pat before turning and walking away. I just blew my fucking load balls deep in Marley’s sweet pussy, and this night has still managed to go to shit.

  Fuck me.

  ***

  Fuck me. How much more idiotic can I possibly get? Walking back into the ballroom on unsteady legs, I’m more than aware of what just took place. Every step causes more of that reminder to run down my legs, drying into a sticky mess. I’m unbelievably uncomfortable and insanely aroused at the same time. It’s almost enough to make me take back my vow never to drink…almost.

  As I make my way through the crush of people to get to the bar, something across the room draws my attention, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. When I come eye to eye with Kiersten, the pure, unadulterated hatred vibrating off her is palpable. It feels like the room is smothered in it. Never in my life have I had someone regard me with such contempt. The longer her eyes hold mine, the more murderous they become, and the more uneasy I feel.

  “Marley, dear, there you are!” Annabel pulls my attention from Kiersten, leaving me to breathe a sigh of relief at her interruption of our little standoff. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, darling. I was starting to get worried.”

  I smile reassuringly and take her proffered hand, allowing her to lead me the rest of the way to the bar. “I’m sorry, I just needed some air,” I lie.

  Her brows furrow as she places a soft hand on my forehead. The motherly gesture catches me off guard, and I can’t help but flinch just slightly. She pulls her hand back a few inches and studies my face carefully before slowly reaching back out and touching my forehead again. Her expression tells me she didn’t miss my involuntary flinch, but her motherly instincts clearly overrule. “Are you feeling sick, honey? You’re not warm, but your cheeks are quite flushed.”

  Dear Lord, please kill me now.

  “I’m fine, Annabel. I think it’s just nerves.”

  The worry slowly begins to disappear from her face, and I let out a sigh of relief.

  “You wouldn’t happen to know where my son’s run off to, would you?” she asks as she scans the room, looking for Gabriel.

  “Uh…I—”

  “I’m right here, Mom,” Gabriel says, saving me from having to come up with yet another lie. I feel the heat of his body as he steps up closely behind me.

  “Darling, where have you been?”

  I feel his fingers brush against my back before dipping down into the deep V cut. I’m resting on a barstool and he’s standing directly behind me, cutting off anyone’s view of what he’s doing to me, but I’m afraid I can’t mask my reaction to him well enough not to give us away.

  “I had to take care of something…important.”

  The deep timbre of his voice combined with the sensual touch of his fingers as they skate further and further down my back is an intoxicating combination. His light fingers tracing the crack of my ass cau
se me to sit straighter in an attempt to arch my back away from his touch. My entire body freezes in place when the rough pad of his index finger traces over my hole. I have to bite the inside of my cheek, to the point I taste blood, to hold back the moan deep within my chest when he puts pressure on that tight ring of nerves, not trying to force his way in, but teasing me to the point of insanity.

  “Oh dear, is everything all right?” Annabel’s hand is on her chest and a wrinkle has formed between her perfectly shaped brows. The conversation between the two of them continues, but I’m unable to concentrate on anything other than what Gabriel’s fingers are doing to me. I want nothing more than to bend forward until he can slide in all the way; relieving the delectable ache deep inside me, which only Gabriel is capable of causing.

  He increases the pressure, and I find myself instinctively relaxing my body, pushing out just enough for the tip of his finger to push in past those tight muscles. What he’s doing to my body feels so dirty, so deliciously wrong that I let out a sharp gasp, drawing Annabel’s attention back to me.

  “Are you all right, Marley?”

  “Y-yes, sorry. I uh…thought I saw someone I knew over there,” I say with a limp wave of my wrist. “I was wrong.”

  “You’re starting to look a little flushed again, honey.” I can feel Gabriel chuckle silently from behind me. “Gabe, maybe you should take her home. I’m afraid she’s coming down with something.”

  I feel his penetrating gaze on me, but I refuse to turn and look at him. “Maybe you’re right, Mother. You’ve seemed a little off tonight, my bella.”

  “Marley, I hope you aren’t getting sick so close to the holidays,” Annabel tells me.

  I open my mouth to speak but Gabriel butts in at the same time his pulls his finger out of my puckered hole before slowly pushing it back in. The erotic thrust of his finger penetrating a place it shouldn’t be allowed is almost enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. “No worries, Mom. I’ll be sure to take excellent care of her tonight.”

  He pulls his finger from my body and I breathe in my first real breath since he began his ministrations.