Falling Into Temptation (5 page)

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.