Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(47)

“It was intense.”

I let out a chuckle. “Is it what you expected?”

My fingers brush over the scar left by one of the bullets, and regret trickles into my chest.

I almost fucking killed an angel.

“I didn’t know what to expect.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Haven’t you made yourself orgasm?”

Looking a little self-conscious, she shakes her head.

My lips curve up in a satisfied smile. “All your firsts will belong to me.” Lifting my hands to the sides of her neck, I pull her closer. My eyes keep hers prisoner as I demand, “Whenever you need to orgasm, come to me. Only I get to touch you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

With a world of happiness in her eyes, she murmurs, “Yes, Gabriel.”

I stare at her, intense possessiveness filling every corner of my being.

Damn my soul, but I’m taking this angel for myself.

“You belong to me, Lara.”





Chapter 29


Lara



Hearing Gabriel tell me I belong to him, something unfurls deep in my soul. It gives my emotions wings, making them soar impossibly high.

He’s my boss and a dangerous man. Still, it doesn’t stop me from wanting to belong to him.

Instead of hurting me like Tymon did, Gabriel has shown me pleasure. It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced.

When he made me orgasm and my body was numb from all the pleasure, I wanted to cry. It was so intense I lost control of all my senses.

I could only see him. Feel him. Taste him. Smell him.

There was only Gabriel, and it felt like I was touching heaven.

It looks like awe fills his eyes as he stares at me. “I’m taking you as my reward.”

“For?”

“Not claiming your virginity tonight.”

Out of curiosity, I ask, “Why didn’t you?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You won’t be able to take me. It would hurt too much.”

I glance down at the wet stain on his sweatpants over his manhood. “Did you at least enjoy it?”

“Very much.” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, “You can see the proof.”

My lips curve up. “That makes me happy.”

“You love pleasing me,” he states.

I lift my eyes to his. “Yes.” I live for it.

His hands move down, over my collarbones, until he cups my breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ödülüm.”

No one has ever said that to me, and hearing the words from Gabriel, makes me think it could actually be true.

Maybe I’m not as plain-looking as I thought.

Curiously, I ask, “What does the word mean?”

“My reward.” His palms massage me until there’s a tightening in my abdomen. With his eyes locked on mine, I feel him harden beneath me, then he warns me, “If I don’t leave now, I’m going to lose control.”

I lean into his touch, but he lowers his hands to my hips, picks me up, and sets me down next to him. Rising to his feet, he stands in front of me, buttoning my shirt.

When he’s done, he nods toward the bed. “Get in.”

I climb beneath the covers, my eyes never leaving him.

Gabriel braces a hand next to my head, and leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to my lips. I feel it all the way to my toes.

Straightening up, he mutters, “Sleep before I change my mind and fuck you.”

I blink, intrigued because I find his dirty words hot.

I find everything about him hot.

I watch as he leaves my bedroom, pulling the door shut, and then I’m left with my thoughts and all the new emotions I’ve discovered.

Not once did I think something like this would happen between Gabriel and me. We’re worlds apart. He’s the head of the Turkish mafia, a powerful man, and I’m just a maid.

I sure didn’t feel like a maid tonight.

My infatuation with him might be growing out of control, but I never thought he’d actually return my feelings. I don’t know much about relationships, but I know it takes two people.

And tonight, Gabriel treated me like a woman he desired. He looked at me as if I was really beautiful to him. He kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

He orgasmed.

God, it felt incredible to feel his hardness against me. I couldn’t move fast enough, and there was an aching yearning to have him inside me.

I stare up at the ceiling, relishing in how amazing everything felt. When he kissed me, I became totally absorbed by him. When he touched me, my body melted.

Sharing such an intense connection with another person fills me with awe.

I belong to him.

With a wide smile on my face, I turn onto my side and switch off the light. I snuggle into my pillow, reliving every touch until I feel like laughing from all the happiness.

I belong to Gabriel Demir.





I watch as the list of guests for Alya Hanim’s birthday party grows until it fills an entire page.

That’s a lot of people.

“I think that’s everyone,” she murmurs as she reads through the names. “Gabriel’s family on his mother's side will arrive the day after tomorrow. We need to make sure the guestrooms are ready.”