Chapter 30: STORY 12

However, advising myself won't save me. Some way or another I need to find an exit from this spot, and rapidly before I lose any more control of the situation.

Gabriel leads me into what must be his office; enormous and manly, with dark wood all through the room, rich floor carpets, and larger than usual furniture, the mahogany desk that stands before us the point of convergence of the room. Shelves line the walls from floor to roof with both old books and new, and with a look, I can see a portion of the books on the racks are precious. Off to the left, a chimney keeps the room at an agreeable temperature, and on the right a huge leather sofa is waiting to gobble you up.

Behind me, I hear the snap of the lock as it settles into place. I turn at the sound, fear making me pant. I'm caught in here with devil, and I'm not getting out until he decides he's prepared for me to leave. "Gabriel, please..." I express, ready to ask for my freedom.

"Mmm," he murmurs, his eyes shut as a look of bliss crosses his face. "You've no thought how long I've been sitting tight for you to say my name face to face, pet. so long. too long I've never needed to wait for anything as long as I've needed to wait for this second." His eyes focus on me, more darker than they were only seconds prior, and in any event, for somebody as inexperienced as I am, I see the desire in them.

"Gabriel, please. I... I believe there's been a mistake. I figure I should leave," I plead, my voice shaky and higher than typical.

"No pet, there's been no mistake. You're right where you should be," his hands come up to my face, stroking my cheeks possessively prior to coming to back and pulling my long, gray blond hair out of the pony tail that gets it at the nape of my neck. He runs his right hand through my long locks as his other hand sits firmly on my waist

"I've stood by so long to make you mine, Lillian; now that you're here, nothing, not even you, will prevent me from possessing what is legitimately mine."

At his words, my eyes go wide and I step back, this time pushing against him with everything that is in me. Yet, my 5'3 thin length isn't anything contrasted with his 6'4 frame of solid muscle.

"Presently, pet, you realize this is meant to be. If not, you could never have been adequately daring to come here. We both realize you're intended to be mine, with me as I built my empire back up. You're intended to be mine, and pretty not before long you'll admit it to yourself."

"No! Please, Gabriel, please. I... we were never intended to be more than pen pal friends ... , sure! But, this has all been a serious mistake and I'm upset for it. I need to go. If it's not too much trouble, please just let me go."

Suddenly, his mouth descends on mine. I shout out as his lips crush into mine and he utilizes my reaction to slip his tongue into my mouth, making me as his. He sucks in the breath that breaks on my gasp, as though he'd swallow my spirit if he could be able to. This man will eat up me, and there's not a thing I can do to stop him. I groan in fear, however even I can hear the desire leak in as the kiss deepens and his hands slide down my neck toward my bosom... furthermore, I hate myself for it.

He laugh a deep chuckle at my groan, never releasing my mouth. There's no hesitation as his fingers sneak by my blouse, the V-neck making it so natural for him to reach in and cup my bosom, to stroke my nipple. This is no slow seduction; this is him taking responsibility of what he thinks as his own. He squeezes my nipple, hard, and I toss my head back, breaking the kiss. Coming to down with his free hand, he gets my butt, pulling me facing his hard body as he twists and slams us into the door now behind me. My legs lift off the floor as he directs them around his waist. "Please, Gabriel, kindly don't do this," I needed to attempt once more, knowing how useless it was.

To be continued….