Michael snapped a collar around his neck with a sickening click. Gabriel stared down at it, his jaw dropping in shock. "Michael, what?"
Seizing the chain tight in her fist, she smiled at him sweetly before wrenching him to the cold cell floor.
As the sudden pain burst through his knees, Gabriel gasped, and Michael took full advantage.
He couldn't stop the moan as her tongue explored his mouth. It had been over a year since he'd been touched with pleasure, never mind kissed. Her sharp nails pulled at his hair, forcing his mouth wider, the collar suffocating.
But when he didn't return her kiss with any real vigor, she pulled back. Black lipstick smeared across her soft, full lips.
"You gotta a little something there," Gabriel croaked out, jerking his head up to gesture at her face.
With a glare, Michael wiped the lipstick off with the back of her hand, then slowly unsheathed a knife on her belt.
As the tip of her dagger grazed along his right cheek, Michael leaned in close, whispering into his ear. “Was mother right?”
Before Gabriel could figure out what the fuck she was talking about, Michael sucked his left earlobe into her warm mouth. Nibbled on the sensitive flesh with her teeth as the dagger pricked his cheek. The blood welled up and dripped into his beard.
All he knew was the sudden touch after so many months locked away by some bizarro Michael, well, Gabriel was embarrassed to say, it all got him hard. Real hard.
Michael leaned back, though the grip on his chain remained strong. She knew her power as she peered down expectantly at his lap, finding the thick outline of his cock straining against the front of his gray prison pants.
“Guess she was wrong after all, hm, my love?” She asked with a smirk, but there was steel in her voice—a clear warning.