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Chapter Six

Victoria

The next morning, I ponder as to whether I should even go back to this job. It isn’t as if I need the money that badly. I have a lot saved up so far, so what’s one job? Still, I can’t shake yesterday’s events, and a small part of me wants to see Gabriel again. Even if it is from the safe confines of my office window.

I’m not feeling nearly as confident today, so I throw on a simple Navy blue skirt, Nautical striped shirt, and yellow cardigan. I pair it with some brown leather flats and a matching belt. I tame my hair into a bun, though not nearly as neat as the day before, and put on some makeup. I’m out the door by eight sharp.

After stepping out of the elevator, I’m greeted once again by the sea of construction workers. Even they don’t find me nearly as appealing today it seems. I walk down the hall, opening up Mr. Berger’s lonely office once more. As I walk towards the desk, my heart skips a beat as I glance out the window and see Gabriel sitting in his office. He’s on the phone, apparently engrossed in conversation. I want him to look up, to notice me, but he doesn’t.

Throughout the afternoon, I steal glances at him, but he never looks my way. And then at noon, a tall beautiful blonde woman appears in his office. She sits on his desk, laughing flirtatiously and touching his arm at every opportunity. She is practically throwing herself at him, and my heart sinks. Now that is probably more his type.

Well, this is what you wanted, I chide myself.

This should be a blessing in disguise. I am so not even close to being in his league. He was only in it for the sex, anyway. As soon as he fucked me, it would have been all over. But why should it matter? It’s not like I’m looking for a relationship anyway. And I will never look like tall, blonde legs Mcgee over there.

That evening on the way home, I stop at the supermarket and grab a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked. All I want to do is sit on the couch, eat junk food, and watch Gilmore Girls with Alanna. But as per usual, she’s already on her way to another date when I get home.

After I eat my ice cream and drink half a bottle of wine, which incidentally turns out to be a horrid combination, I take a long hot shower. I think of Gabriel, and it makes me angry. Why can’t I get him out of my head? I want him to want me again. But why? It can’t lead anywhere. I try to convince myself for a moment that I can just do casual with him. It’s been two years, surely I’ve learned my lesson by now. I know it’s a big fat lie, but it’s a nice thought while it lasts.

I climb into bed a little after eight, feeling even more pathetic that I’m going to sleep so early.

***

The next morning I wake even angrier. I dreamt of him all night. Damn this man for getting under my skin. At the risk of looking like a complete idiot, I need to prove a point. I’m pretty sure this is the reckless side of me coming out again, but I don’t give a damn. I spend extra time tousling my hair into perfect curls before pinning it up loosely. I do my eyes up in a smoky shadow and put on extra red lipstick. And then I slither into a silky black lace pencil dress that borders on just inappropriate enough to possibly get fired.

I slip into my pink leopard print stilettos and glance at myself satisfactorily in the mirror. Hell, what does it matter what I wear anyway? I’m alone on my floor with the exception of the construction workers.

I go to work with renewed determination. As I walk down the long hall of the nineteenth floor, the men stop to stare at me, unlike yesterday. It gives me a bit of my confidence back. When I enter the office, I see Gabriel across the way, sitting at his desk.

He seems engrossed in some paperwork and I’m not sure if he’s seen me until his head shoots up. A small smile of satisfaction creeps across my face. I make a show of walking around the desk, pulling the loose pins from my hair and allowing it to cascade down my back. I sit down in the plush leather chair and kick my leopard print stilettos up onto the polished wood as I lean back. I pick up a book and begin to read.

A few moments later, the desk phone rings, startling me. I assumed that since I hadn’t gotten a phone call in the last two days that everyone was aware of Mr. Bergers absence. I pick it up nervously.

“Phillip Berger’s office. This is Victoria speaking, how may…” I’m cut off by the brusque voice on the other end.

“Are you trying to get my attention?”

Holy shit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply nonchalantly.

“Victoria,” he snarls, “this isn’t funny. There are construction workers there. I don’t want them seeing you like that.”

“What does it matter to you?” I reply bitterly. “If you can have lanky blonde women swooning over you all day, then I don’t see the harm in me setting a little fire under a few construction workers.”

He laughs softly, his tone relaxing. “Victoria, are you actually jealous?”

“What? No!” I try my best to hide my pathetic denial. Of course, I’m jealous.

“The lanky blonde was in my office for no more than twenty minutes, not all day. And yes she is after me, but I’m not interested in her.”

“Oh,” I mutter. “It doesn’t matter, none of my business. You can fuck who you like.”

“Well, in that case…” His voice grows husky. “I’d like to fuck you.”

“Um…” What can I possibly say?

And then I hear the click of the phone. I whirl around in my chair to see Gabriel storming out of his office. What is he doing?

Ten minutes later, he strolls through my door, locking it behind him. I stand up, shocked and immobile as he stalks towards me. He stops a few inches short of me, his eyes roving over every inch of my skin.

My own eyes do a slow perusal of his body, of his black suit with the crisp white dress shirt. I never thought I would find a man in a suit attractive, but there is just something about Gabriel Maddox that appeals to my animalistic nature. I want to tear those fancy clothes off of him. I want to see his powerful body naked beneath my tremulous hands.

He steps closer to me so that his chest is at my eye level, and I still can’t look up at him. I’m afraid that one more glance in his direction and he will own me.

He grips my chin in his hands, forcing my gaze to his. He looks ravenous, but I can tell he’s holding back. Because underneath that hunger is a hint of confusion.

“Why won’t you look at me, Victoria?” he demands.

“I am looking at you,” I rasp.

“Tell me…” He trails a thumb absently over my bottom lip. “What is it about me that you are so afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whisper.

“Is it my cock?” he grabs my hand, moving it to the rock hard bulge in his pants. “Are you afraid you might actually like it?”

His voice is mocking and confusing, and I can do nothing but stare at my palm that is now stroking that rock hard bulge in his pants. I don’t even seem to have control of my own limbs anymore. And the next time I look up at him, his eyes are half closed, his fists clenching at his sides. And I realize just how much I’m affecting him in this moment. It makes me feel powerful. Reckless me is in full swing as I grip him harder through the soft material, rubbing him against my palm.

And then his strong thick hands are on my body, crushing me to his chest as his lips crash down on mine possessively. He tastes like mint and possession and fire, and I can do nothing but melt into his touch. I part my lips, giving him full access to my mouth. He groans in approval, his tongue exploring mine.

Then he pulls away, staring down at me in confusion again. But it only lasts a moment. The room is a blur of motion as he pulls me down onto the couch. Before I can even recover my equilibrium, he flips me over so that I’m splayed across his lap like a naughty child.

I feel so exposed, and I have no idea what to expect next. My stomach clenches with a sudden ache for something I can’t quite comprehend. His hand inches the material of my dress up over my hips, and I hear him groan as he fingers the black lace thong against my skin. He slides the material down slowly, stopping once it’s just below my butt cheeks. He caresses my ass, grabbing handfuls of my flesh with his strong warm hands.

“That is a mighty fine ass you have, Miss Kelly.” His voice is thick, raspy, and sexy as hell. And it’s because of me. I still can’t seem to wrap my head around that part.

He pulls my legs apart, stroking over my arousal with the gentlest of touches. If he’s waiting for a protest from me, he isn’t going to get it. I’m too far gone at this point. Swallowed up by the sexual tornado that is Gabriel Maddox.

He pushes two fingers inside of me, igniting a fire inside my belly.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re so wet for me, Victoria. And I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

I can’t even feel embarrassed because it’s true. I’m needy, panting, writhing at his touch. I have never experienced anything like it before, and I’m afraid I might combust if he takes it away now.

“You have been very frustrating,” he says, his voice lowering an octave. “Leading me on, toying with me. I don’t like it, Victoria. That’s not how this works.”

His fingers continue to slide in and out of my sensitive flesh, teasing me with promises of pleasure I’ll never have.

“Do you want to know how this works, Victoria?”

“Yes,” I pant against his thigh.

I can almost hear him smiling as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “You do what I want, when I want, how I want. Understand?”

Holy Fuck. Why does that sound so… erotic? I know it shouldn’t. Feminists everywhere would be completely disgusted with me. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the dominant tone in his voice. He isn’t holding me down, so I could run right now if I wanted to. But I don’t. I really, really don’t.

“I asked you a question, Victoria.” His hand caresses my ass, a little rougher now. And then he pulls away. I arch up instinctively, craving his touch once more.

His hand collides with my ass unexpectedly, and I jump a little at the shock of it. Did he just spank me?

“That’s for leading me on,” he growls.

What the fuck? I really should do something at this point. Probably get up and slap him, but I just can’t will my body to move. Something about this is turning me on in the strangest way.

Another hard slap collides on my other cheek. It stings, but I don’t jump this time. I won’t give him the satisfaction. What the hell is he doing to me?

“That is for your smart fucking mouth,” he growls again.

And another slap. “That’s for teasing me.”

And two more hard slaps. I lose track of whatever my indiscretions are, lost in the rhythm of his hands on me.

It doesn’t really hurt at this point. In fact, I still can’t comprehend what I’m doing here, allowing this to continue. But some sick, depraved part of me is enjoying this. It feels… hot. And I am hot... burning for his touch.

“Are you going to answer me, Miss Kelly?” he grunts. “Or shall I keep going?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes, what?”

“I understand.”

Holy shit. What did I just agree to? I don’t even know. All I know is that my aching core won’t be satisfied until he’s filled me with his cock.

“Good girl.” He strokes my thigh with his free hand. “So very obedient. I have to admit, I thought it would take more on my part.”

His fingers are still sliding in and out of me, his thumb toying with my clit. I feel like there are a zillion little fireflies buzzing around inside of me. I want to beg him to keep going… to keep making me feel this way, even if I can’t get my release. He’s brought me closer than any man before him.

He picks me up, carrying me to the desk with my legs wrapped around him. When he sets me down, my butt is on the edge of the desk, my legs splayed open for his attention. And suddenly, my insecurity threatens to take me hostage. He just stands there, staring at me as his hands move over my body. For a moment, his face is blank, and I bite my lip nervously.

He runs his fingers over the thin lace thong once more, sending tremors through my entire body. And then with one swift movement, he rips it away. His face is savage as he yanks down the top of my dress, my breasts springing free.

“Fuck,” he hisses, feeling the weight of both breasts in his hands. “I knew you’d be all natural.”

I don’t even know what to say to that. I don’t have time to give it much thought before his hot mouth engulfs one of my nipples.

“So soft,” he murmurs between nips.

Oh. My. God.

Then he does something really unexpected. He lifts me again and carries me around the back of the desk. He stands me up, half-naked with my palms up against the glass windows overlooking the city. I’m about to protest when his hands find my breasts, his hips jutting his erection against my ass. I glance nervously at the building across the way. Can anyone see us? As the sensations of his hot mouth kissing my neck take over, I stop caring. Maybe I secretly like the idea of all of New York watching while Gabriel Maddox fucks me.

I hear him unzipping his pants behind me with one hand, and then the rip of foil from a condom. A moment later, his thick cock is pulsing between the cheeks of my ass, slowly descending to my aching center. I watch his reflection in the glass, his eyes scorching as he slides over the wetness that greets him. His touch becomes rougher as he spreads my legs further apart, arching my ass into him. He grips my shoulder tight as he begins to tease the head of his cock against my folds.

“I have thought about fucking you in every possible way,” he grunts. “And now I want all of New York to see it.”

I moan at his words, desperately wanting him inside of me. I arch back against him and in one swift movement, he pushes into me, stretching me. I gasp from the shock of pain that sears through me and he stills, letting my body adjust to his size.

“Shhh,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my neck. “It’s okay. Just give it a minute. You’re really fucking tight.”

I nod and let my body relax around him. It doesn’t take long before I’m urging him to move. His hands are everywhere, stroking up and down my spine, my neck, my breasts… my wetness pooling around his hard cock. He starts to move inside of me, gripping my hip forcefully to hold me in place. The combination of pleasure and pain is exquisite. His lips caress my shoulder as he pulls back and slams into me. I can’t help the feral moan that escapes my chest. It’s been so long since I was touched by a man and never did it feel like this.

“You like that?” he grunts, thrusting his hips harder.

“Yes,” I gasp, my breath fogging up the window in front of me.

His fingers move between my thighs, and he stills inside of me for a moment as he feels how drenched I am for him. And then his eyes are boring into the back of my head. I can’t tell what he’s thinking as I watch his reflection in the window, but soon enough it doesn’t matter.

He starts pounding into me with unrelenting thrusts, heaving my body forward with every slap of his flesh against mine. My insides quiver around him as he continues to palm my breasts in his hands. I have never felt anything like the combination of his rough fucking and gentle caresses. The pressure is building deep within me and I can’t hold back my moans.

It’s the first time I’ve had a cock inside of me that I can actually feel that edge. The one I so willingly want to dive off of. And I think I might scream if I don’t get this release. I want him to be the first person other than myself to make me come, and somehow I’m certain he won’t disappoint me. His lips move to my neck, sucking the delicate skin as his thumb finds my clit.

“Give it to me, Victoria.”

And I do. I give him everything as I let out a guttural scream, clenching around his engorged cock. The tremors seem to go on forever as he continues to thrust inside of me, milking his own release with a long deep growl.

And then we both collapse forward, pressed against the glass for all of New York to see in our just fucked glory. Both our breaths are ragged and neither of us speaks as we come down from the high. And then like a gust of cold air he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty at the loss.

I push against the glass to steady myself as I watch his reflection walk into the bathroom without a word. And this is the only thing that can dampen my high. I just came my brains out on his cock, a huge hurdle for me, and suddenly I feel like a whore. Because just like that, it’s over. Like a business transaction.

I sit down on the couch and try to smooth out and reassemble my clothing, using that to distract me. I’m still smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in my skirt when I hear him walk back out. I can feel his eyes on me, his presence sucking all the air from the room as he hovers over me.

“Victoria,” he says gruffly. “Look at me.”

I do. I don’t know why, but I can’t resist that commanding voice, even though I suddenly feel like yesterday’s garbage. He looks just as put together as when he arrived, his face calm and impassive.

I roll my eyes. I knew this was coming…. stupid… stupid… stupid!

He reaches down almost hesitantly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You really are quite beautiful.”

I close my eyes, soaking up his affection if only for a moment. Inside, I know it isn’t real. He probably says this to all the women after he fucks them, making it easier on his own conscious when he strolls out the door, never to be seen again.

I want to change the subject, to save myself from this embarrassment. “I can’t believe you spanked me,” I say, trying my best to sound affronted.

The corners of his mouth curve into a slow smile. “Well, you didn’t stop me. Did you not enjoy it?”

I look away. There is no way I’m answering that.

“I’m afraid I have a business trip today,” he says quickly. “I’m leaving in an hour and won’t be back until Saturday. But I’d like to see you again.”

I laugh sarcastically. “You don’t have to do this, Gabriel. Pretend like we’re going to see each other again. I know what this was.”

“And what exactly is that, Victoria?” he bites out.

“Um, well I just assumed… I mean men like you don’t usually…”

“Don’t make assumptions about me,” he snaps. “Because you’d be wrong. Regardless of what you might hear, I don’t just use women. It’s usually the other way around. And when I say I want to see you again, I mean it.”

“Okay,” I whisper. Geez, what crawled up his ass? Women using him? I don’t understand how that’s even possible.

“I will be in touch,” he says, his tone softening. And, just like that, he’s out the door.

I sit back, reveling in the aftermath of Gabriel Maddox. This man is so confusing. As much as I want to, I refuse to hold my breath on seeing him again. I figure he probably got whatever it was that attracted him to me out of his system now.

Chapter Seven

Victoria

Saturday night finally rolls around, and as expected, I haven’t heard anything from Gabriel. I’m trying hard not to care. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, doing my best to coax my hair into behaving. All I want to do is go out with Alanna, get drunk, and find some semblance of my shattered self-esteem.

“Ugh,” I mumble in frustration as I give up on my wild curls. I pucker up my lips and coat them with some fresh Crimson lipstick, deciding that will have to do.

Outfitted in one of my favorite mini dresses with a simple black bodice and a tutu skirt, I look like a punk ballerina. I’ve paired the dress with some fishnets and my favorite combat boots. One last spritz of perfume and I’m ready to join Alanna in the living room.

She lets out her loudest wolf whistle. “Get it girl! Look at you! Hot damn, you really are on the prowl tonight.”

“You have no idea,” I mumble.

I’ve already filled Alanna in on the Gabriel incident earlier this week, and Alanna was hell bent on cheering me up tonight.

“So are we ready?” I ask.

“Hell yes! We are going to have so much fun tonight, just you wait and see.”

As we walk to dinner, Alanna fills me in on the evening’s agenda. We are meeting up with her friend Trevor from work for a bite, then hitting up some club he managed to get us into.

When we arrive at the restaurant- an upscale locale aptly named Posh- Trevor is already waiting outside. He kisses both of us on the cheeks and showers us with compliments as we walk inside. He made reservations earlier, so we don’t have to wait long to be seated. By the time I finish my meal of seared chicken and asparagus, I’ve washed it down with three Vodka Cranberry Spritzers, and I’m feeling pretty good. Trevor is flirting with me and Alanna shamelessly, which he always does.

When we finally arrive at Club HQ, I feel a little uncomfortable with the line out the door. When I shoot Alanna a look of uncertainty, Trevor reassures me with a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ve got the golden tickets!” he waves them in the air as the bouncer pulls back the velvet ropes, allowing us to walk right through.

Trevor escorts us to a white table in the back with a reserved sign. Within a minute of sitting down, a waitress appears in a form fitting white mini dress to take our drink order. I decide to stay with the Vodka and Cranberry Spritzers, even though I know I’m going to pay for it tomorrow morning.

When the waitress returns with our drinks several minutes later, her demeanor is noticeably chillier. She sets the drinks down on the table and pauses for a moment to give me the once over.

“Drinks are on the house,” she snaps, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she sashays back across the room.

“What the hell crawled up her ass?” Alanna laughs.

Trevor leans in and pinches my cheek. “Don’t worry baby, she’s just jealous of this face. I mean God who wouldn’t be?”

We all bust up laughing and pick up our drinks for a toast.

Thirty minutes and three drinks later, I’m feeling relaxed and carefree as I agree to dance with Trevor and Alanna. I hate dancing because I’m not very good at it, but I’m also just drunk enough not to care. Trevor pulls both of us to the floor, dancing in time to the pulsing rhythm. I’m a little nervous at first, but after a few minutes my body is finding its own movements in response to the music.

Soon Alanna finds another male dance partner to grind on and it’s just me and Trevor. I feel completely uninhibited by the fact I don’t have to worry if he’s attracted to me or if I’m doing it right. My hands travel up and down my body as I dip and grind into Trevor behind me. My eyes are closed and all I can hear are the lyrics of Scream by Usher. I like this song. It makes me feel sexy and as though I have some semblance of knowledge to what I’m doing. Then I feel a warm hand grasp my shoulder from behind, and a deep familiar pull of a voice that stops me in my tracks.

“May I cut in?” his tone is stiff, and I get the impression he isn’t really asking so much as demanding.

I glance at Trevor in panic, but he just winks conspiratorially and sashays over to another single girl on the dance floor. I feel a lump in my throat as I gather the courage to turn and face my new dance partner. I don’t need to look to know who it is. I could pick that rich, sultry voice anywhere. But before I can turn around he leans closer, his breath hot in my ear.

“Victoria.”

“Gabriel.” I turn into him, peering up into his stormy blue eyes. How did he even find me here? Probably the same way he figured out where I worked. I don’t even want to know.

I’m surprised to see him in a black tee shirt and blue jeans, looking hot as hell.

“That dress…” His eyes rake me from head to toe. “My little gothic princess. I’d like to bend you over and fuck you in that dress.”

“Stalking me again?” I try to sound casual, but my voice comes out shaky.

“My father owns this club, Victoria. I came in to resolve an issue with the management, and low and behold, there you were.” He gestures in Trevor’s direction with annoyance. “Dancing with some other guy.”

I can’t help but laugh emphatically at his ridiculous statement. “Trevor is gay, Gabriel.”

He looks momentarily confused and then lets out a relieved sigh as he strokes my cheek with his thumb. I savor the warmth and gentleness of his touch, craving more.

“Well, that’s a relief.” His tone is harsh and accusatory. “Because I didn’t like it. At all.”

I open my eyes and pull his hand from my face. “You don’t own me, Gabriel. You barely know me. I can dance with whomever I feel like.”

He smiles down at me and places his hand on my neck, stroking the sensitive flesh. Desire pools deep within my belly, and it takes everything I have not to throw myself at him right now.

“You’re right,” he smirks at my willing response to his touch. “I don’t own you, but I would like to.”

I pull back again, this time filled with real anger. “What the hell does that even mean? I’m not a possession. Nobody will ever own me.”

This time Gabriel grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him as he moves against me in an overtly sexual way. He brushes my hair back over my shoulders, his lips moving against my ear as he kisses me softly.

“Oh, I think I would have to disagree,” he whispers. “I think you would like to be owned by me. Knowing that you are mine to do with as I please. I have a feeling, that if you gave me the chance, you would like it very much.”

Holy crap. How does he make that sound so hot? He just told me he wants to own me, and I can barely contain my giddy enthusiasm. I can’t find the words to reply, so I do the only thing I can and keep dancing.

I swivel my hips, pressing my back into his broad chest, snaking my arms up and around his neck. He growls into my ear with satisfaction as his hands travel over my hips and pull my ass into his groin. His erection digs into me, making me ache between my legs.

When I glance over, Alanna and Trevor are gaping with their mouths open. Reckless me just doesn’t care. She keeps on dancing, reveling in the feel of his body against mine. And then without warning, he whips me back around to face him, plunging his lips to mine. I part my lips in invitation and he accepts greedily. The kiss is brutal and possessive, leaving my lips swollen and wet when he pulls away.

He stops dancing and holds me at a distance with a pained expression on his face. “Victoria, I have to stop now, or I’m going to fuck you right here on the dance floor and I don’t care who’s watching.”

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I want this and don’t give a damn about the consequences right now. I playfully pull him back to me. I’m enjoying the fact that he can’t have me but wants me so desperately.

“So, fuck me then,” I challenge. He wraps his arms around me and groans into my ear before nipping at my neck. “I will. But not tonight, and not like this.”

He pulls away again, leaving my sexual frustration at an all-time high. He kisses me on the cheek before leaning into my ear. “You already belong to me, you just don’t know it yet.” And with that he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd behind me.

It’s only now that I see the horror on the faces of women all around me. And worst of all is the waitress from earlier. If looks could kill…

Is this why? Because she wants Gabriel to herself? Of course. It all makes sense now. He’s a hot commodity, and apparently I’m in the way. I can’t help but shoot her a little smirk. But in all honesty, I don’t get it either. Why, when he has his choice of women, does he want me?

Within a minute Alanna and Trevor descend upon me, their excitement palpable.

“Oh my God, was that Gabriel?” she asks.

“Yes, Alanna.”

“The entire club was staring at the two of you. It was so weird!”

“I know.” I roll my eyes.

“And look at you smiling like the cat that got the cream!” Alanna continues, “He is so fucking hot. You have to tell us everything on the ride home.”

I nod in agreement and then turn my attention to a woman who is approaching me. She has her cell phone in her hand, and it looks like she’s trying to take a picture. I quickly cover my face and grab Alanna’s hand, darting for the door in a panic.

Chapter Eight

Gabriel

Sitting at my desk, I rummage through the news alerts that popped up online overnight. Speculation is rife about who this new mystery woman is. Article after article with pictures of me in the club, dancing with Victoria, and one shot of her with her face in her hands, presumably after I left. My anger is about to boil over. I can’t believe I was so stupid, losing myself in her like that. Out in public, no less. It makes me look weak… an easy target. Because if one woman can make me lose it, then that means others can too.

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