GABRIEL (Killer Book 2) by Bonny Capps Read Free Book Online

bounced off of the dirty mattress, “That’s right. Don’t you ever forget it.”

     
    A shiver racks through my body when Gabriel runs his fingers gently down my arm.
    I blink several times as I try and pull myself back to my feet, “Because… you break them.”
    I hear a dark chuckle escape him before he responds, “No Dani. They’re already broken. Just like you.”
    I laugh, surprising even myself as I press my forehead against the wall, “You won’t break me, Gabriel. Don’t flatter yourself.”
    His hand is quick to tangle in my hair as he pulls my head back and whispers into my ear, “Pain won’t break you? What about feeling? Touch?”
    His free hand trails over my breast, to my stomach, and then to the place that I wish never existed.
    My heart drums wildly beneath my ribs as he grazes his fingers over my pussy, “Stop. Please. Don’t.”
    “Who hurt you? Who made you so afraid of feeling?” He whispers as his finger begins to circle the tiny bundle of nerves.
    “No!” I wail as his assault continues. I hate myself as I feel a piece of myself come alive beneath his skilled fingers.
    His warm breath spreads across the skin of my neck as he steps closer. I feel his erection press against my abused back as he circles faster and faster.
    My sobs become moans as I feel the wetness between my thighs.
    “Let me be the one who undoes you,” He rasps before he tilts my head back further. His lips meet mine as I cry out, releasing the demons that have plagued me all these years right into the mouth of the man who has dared to invoke them.
    When he pulls away, my eyes snap open and are met with his beautiful green eyes. His brows are pinched together as he looks into my broken soul.
    Once he releases my arms from the cuffs, I immediately begin to fall, my brain not willing my legs to keep me upright, but he catches me and pulls me into his arms.
    He carries me from the torture room and up the stairs.
    I examine my surroundings once we exit the cold, stone hell that I’ve become accustomed to.
    We enter a large living room. A warm fire burns within a white, stone fireplace with a large painting exhibited above it. The floors are a dark, cherry wood with black carpets throughout. The couches are large enough to seat a giant comfortably, and I sigh when he places me down and my body meets the soft, black suede.
    “Lie down on your stomach.” He says quietly.
    Eying him stubbornly, I pull my arms over my naked breasts.
    He gives me a warning look, “Now. I need to dress your wounds.”
    I follow his order hesitantly and wince as I move clumsily onto my stomach.
    Once I’m in place, he kneels beside the couch.
    I lay my head on my hand as I watch him go to work on my back, wincing as he dabs my torn flesh with a cotton ball.
    “Why am I here?” I whisper.
    He stops momentarily before he begins fixing me once more, “Fate I suppose.”
    I laugh dryly, “Fate? We had a business meeting, then drinks, and when I didn’t want to fuck you, you took me from my home. This has little to do with fate, and all to do with you being a lunatic.”
    He grabs my jaw in his hand, squeezing to the point that I feel the bone will shatter beneath his hold, “Stop pushing me. You will not like the result when I snap. I’ve told you, and I will tell you again, I will not tolerate your snarky remarks.”
    The anger swells in his gaze, causing my smile to fade as I clamp my mouth shut.
    Once he finishes placing the bandages over my wounds, he helps me to my feet and leads me into his dining room.
    My eyes are immediately drawn to a platinum collar with a black, leather leash attached.
    It sits proud and ominous in the middle of the table, glistening beneath the low, sensual lighting.
    I look towards him, and his eyes land on mine.
    “What is this?” I implore as I gesture toward the collar.
    The corners of his lips lift up slightly, “It’s a reminder.”
    My gaze falls back to the collar as I trace my fingers around the