Chapter 39

I was taunting her. Giving her gentle and lazy strokes when I knew what she wanted was a hard and force filled grinding. 

I gently rubbed up and down the sensitive clit and she shuddered with such force I feared I might break her.

" Gabriel, please...." 

Please what? I wondered. Was she begging me to stop or to continue, and I would have asked had she not fisted her hand in my coat and leaned all the way back against me. 

" What do you want Sweetheart?" she shook her head, panting as she tried to find a semblance of control. Then I found her opening and I swear she almost screamed, technically it was more of a controlled low pitch gasp, but to me it measured up to a full on shriek.

" Christ Layla!" 

She was so tight, A fact I immensely appreciated. I looked at her and she seemed to be in agony. And technically I hadn't even done anything yet.

Slowly, I worked my finger inside her, lavishing at her sweet moans. 

" Oh God!" She went completely limp against me. 

I was taking my time, fully aware that this was a first for her. And the last thing I wanted was to hurt her in any way.

In and out, in and out. I created a steady rhythm and she moved to the tune. She had lost control completely and I felt her let go if any barriers that she had. 

" So fucking wet, are you trying to end me? "

I whispered to her ear, but she was too caught up in the momentary bliss to react to my words. And throughout the entire time she kept calling out my name.

" Gabriel..oh God!... Gabriel!" she'd say. And she was right, because I did feel like a freaking god. I pushed her closer and closer to the edge, and I watched as her climax built up, but just as she was about to cum, I withdrew. Turns out her god had evil tendencies as well. She looked frustrated and angry and confused, turning to face me with a frown. Then she used her eyes to plead, but I wanted words. 

" Wh..what are you doing?" she asked. Her mind still woozy and scrambled up. She was acting out of hormones. 

" I'm taunting you of course." 

" I...Gabriel please," 

Even under such circumstances she managed to be polite. 

" What do you want me to do?" 

For an instance she squeezed her eyes shut, then I watched as she lifted up her hand again with the aim of getting the job done herself. But I'd be damned if I let her. So I did the mature thing and cupped her center.

She growled, low yet feral.

A side of her I had never thought I'd see. One I was immediately obsessed with.

" Stop that!" She hissed, seeming in pain. And I could only imagine the feeling of having her orgasm lying in the balance. Close to her reach yet still so far away. 

She tried to grind herself against my hand but I wrapped it around her thigh instead. She shot daggers at me. 

This was it, I thought. The chance for me to finally have her, and it was one I doubted I'd ever get again. Because tomorrow she was most likely going to wake up and manifest a new level of fear towards me. But I didn't want to take her there, on a balcony in the middle of my friends engagement party. I could have,there's no doubt about that, but I wanted her to be comfortable and at ease. And I wanted to truly get to see her. So I loosened my hold of her and helped her rearrange her clothing. She asked me what was wrong, and I sensed fear in her voice. But all I said was, " We're leaving. "

She was driving me nuts, and with each step I took I saw flashes of her. Vivid images of what she had looked like in my arms with my fingers inside of her. And at that point I was so hard I could probably fuck a hole through a brick wall. Not that I planned on doing so, especially when I had her silky depth to dive into. Just the thought of it had my cock throbbing in my tailor made Dolce and Gabbana suit.

I pulled Layla along and out of the restaurant, making a good job of avoiding anyone likely to stop us along the way. And once we got to the car I opened up the passenger door and asked her to get in before I got in the driver's seat and drove us the hell away from there and towards the penthouse. 

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Layla's POV

I want him. 

I want his touch and his kisses and I want him to make me feel. I had no comprehension of the entire drive, one moment I was seated beside him in the car and the next I was leaning against the elevator wall while he kissed the living life out of me. The slight fear and discomfort was still there and it wanted to take over. But for once in my life I pushed it away, like Gabriel had said, I couldn't go through life afraid of taking chances.

And under different circumstances the simple fact that I was taking advice from the crazed man would have been enough to knock me back to my senses. But now I had an idea of the pleasure he had always been referring to and my body wanted more. 

It was begging me to complete whatever it was I had started. An ache that was threatening to drive me mad. Probably as mad as Gabriel was. The doors opened up and we were suddenly in the penthouse again. He slipped my gown halfway off, and he attempted to pull it all the way down but I held on to it, my insecurities starting to rise up to the surface again. There was so much light in the room, I thought to myself. Perhaps if they were a little dimmer I would be more willing to indulge.

" Layla!" my name came out a hoarse whisper. But it was edged with need...so much need.

I hang my head down, came face to face with my advertised boobs and looked around instead. He had seen that part of me already and at least I knew he was fond of it. 

" Take it off!" he said, his hand in mine as he tried to pry the material off of me. I shook my head.

" Have you already changed your mind?" 

No I had not, I didn't even know what exactly he had planned but I wanted to find out. But I wanted to find out in a dark room where there was no chance of him scrutinizing me. 

" Can you turn the lights off at least?" I asked. Cursing the stupid blush that crept into my face. His expression grew blank, then he frowned and looked around the living space. As if there was someone else in the room that could explain my words to him. 

" I beg your pardon? "

" The lights, turn them off?" I asked, pulling up the dress to cover my chest as well. 

" Are you being serious?"

I nodded. Then he asked me why and I couldn't find the words to explain it to him. But as you might already know, he was one hell of a persistent individual.

" I just don't think I'll be comfortable... exposed and all. "

" And by comfortable you mean?"

I bit my bottom lip and he called out my name in a warning, then he moved in on me until I could feel almost every part of his physique.

" We're getting impatient sweetheart," 

By we, he meant him and the other part of him I could feel angrily poking at my thigh.

" It's just, I mean what if I don't look how you think I will." Well that sounded sane and not at all weird. 

" Why wouldn't you, have you by any chance grown a third nipple or were you born with a blue pussy ?" 

" What?, NO!!" I scrunched my face in horror and disbelief.

He shrugged casually and pulled the dress halfway down again.

" Then I don't see any reason for you to fear. Besides, even if you did I'd still want you. I'm quite freaky like that sweetheart. "

His parents must have dropped him lot as a child. And it interfered with his normal brain development, but somehow he managed to pull it off. 

He attempted to pull my dress off but I held on to it. 

" Bloody hell woman! Let go already!" 

Finally I let go and he slipped the dress completely off. Then he just stood there, motionless and his eyes unblinking as he looked at me. The stare was so intense I felt it prickle against my skin. As if he were exploring me with his eyes... touching me with them. And slowly, he began to walk around me while I just stood there and wished my hair wasn't all tied up and twisted in his stupid ' elegant chignon!' so that it could cover me up some.