Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(62)

Light splinters behind my eyes, my breathing stalls in my throat, and my body convulses as if I’m being electrocuted. The pleasure is intense, robbing me of all my senses.

Gabriel keeps moving in and out of me, his eyes burning on my face as he watches me orgasm.

Once I’ve come down, he doesn’t stop fingering me. “Are you ready for me?”

I nod. No matter the pain, I won’t deny him. It’s the only thing I can give Gabriel that he can’t buy with money. It’s a piece of me. “I’m ready.”

He positions his hard length between my legs and rubs it up and down my slickness before pressing against my entrance.

“Take a deep breath.”

I inhale, my eyes locked on his. As I exhale, he rocks against me until he can finally force an inch inside me.

The pain is sharp, tensing my muscles. I grip the covers tighter. Instead of going deeper, he pulls out again and only thrusts the head of his cock into me until it starts to feel good and my body relaxes.

“Was that it?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. “You’ll know when I’ve taken your virginity and I’m fully inside you.”

Okay. Deep breaths.

Just as I think about letting go of the covers so I can touch his chest, he pushes deeper into me.

This time it feels like I’m being torn in half, and a cry escapes me.

Gabriel presses a gentle kiss to my jaw. “Are you okay?”

I nod my head, the pain still too intense to talk.

“Deep breaths, baby.”

I can’t. My breaths remain shallow.

He pulls out a little, and I wince, then a scream is torn from me as he buries himself inside me.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he groans. Bringing his hands up, he frames my face and presses kisses to my mouth. “I wish it didn’t have to hurt.”

Letting go of the covers, I wrap my arms around his neck and cry.

Gabriel pushes his arms beneath me, holding me tightly to him as I work through the pain.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice tight with concern.

No. It’ hurts so badly. “Uh-huh,” I lie.

He presses a kiss to my mouth, and when I slowly start to adjust to his size, the ache lessens.

“Better?” he asks right by my ear.

“Yes. I think you can move.”

He doesn’t let go of me, but instead, his hold on me tightens as he slowly pulls out. The burn returns, and when he thrusts inside me for the second time, I smother a cry against his shoulder.

After being stolen by Gabriel, I’ve learned great pain is followed by pure happiness. I know this pain will be worth whatever follows.

He pulls his arms from beneath me, and bracing a hand next to my head, he looks down at me. “I can’t hold out much longer. On a level of one to ten, how’s the pain?”

“It’s bearable. You don’t have to worry.”

He shakes his head. “Jesus, Lara, just tell me the level.”

“Four?”

“I can live with that,” he grumbles, then my nails dig into his shoulders as he moves at a much faster pace.

His body rocks against mine, and soon I don’t mind the pain as I feel his hard length move inside me.

Now a piece of me will always belong to Gabriel.

Emotion wells in my chest as his features tighten and his thrusts become erratic. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. My body jerks hard from his thrusts as he empties himself inside me. “Mine.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.”

He slumps on top of me, his breaths racing over his lips. I love feeling all his weight pressing me into the bed.

Once he’s managed to catch his breath, he lifts his head and looks at me. “You’re so fucking tight. Christ, you’re going to hurt for the next couple of days.”

Gabriel pulls slowly out of me, and I clench my teeth, so I don’t wince from the burn.

Warmth spills beneath my butt, and my eyes widen. I dart into a sitting position and look down at the mixture of blood and Gabriel’s release.

“The blood is normal,” He assures me. “After a warm bath, you’ll feel better.”

Emotions shoot through my chest, and I try to swallow them down.

Gabriel pulls me onto his lap and holds me tightly. “It’s okay to feel emotional, Ödülüm.”

I burrow against his chest, the warmth from his body seeping into mine while he gives me all the time I need to process the intimate moment we just shared.

Gabriel owns the most precious thing I could give a man. I’m so thankful it’s him – the man I love.





Chapter 38


Gabriel



After forcing Lara to relax in a warm bath, I watch as she drinks the tea I made.

Now that I have time to look at her naked body, I’m noticing more scars. Some are faint, whereas others are clearly visible.

“How did you get the scar on your right arm?”

She glances down at the mark beneath her elbow. “I broke my arm.”

“How?” I demand.

“Tymon stomped on it until it broke.”

Intense rage flares in my chest. I close my eyes and count to ten, so I don’t lose my shit.

That fucking bastard.