gabriela couldnât help but playfully stick her tongue out at him, a childish act she would have definitely not even considered doing if she was with someone else. but, when it came to sam, all her logical senses seemed to be non-existent, since they were too consumed by their own bubble. â itâs not that easy to sate me, you should have known that by know. â she highlighted, whispering against his lips. she couldnât quite wrap her finger around the reason why they were always drawn to each other ( a kiss here, a touch there, a heated glance afterwards ) and yet it was another wavering red flag that they were already swimming in dangerous waters. she just hoped their pure connection and undeniable pull towards each other wouldnât result in them both drowning in the end.Â
their kiss was fierce, as if she wanted to pour every emotion she was feeling into the lip lock. her tongue was demanding, claiming him as her own and furthermore banning him from every other woman he would lay eyes on. she let out the softest moan against his lips, wanting this moment to be engraved in his memory, how it felt to be so intimate with each other. it was too selfish of her to desire that every time he would be with someone else he would think of her face or even her name, but it still remained her silent wish. sex was one thing, though, whom he had in his mind was far more significant. gabriela shook all her thoughts away, deeply disturbed by the fact that he suddenly had too much power over her, something she was completely terrified by.
his reaction to the bomb she had just dropped found her baffled, unable to find a spur-of-the-moment fake excuse to take everything back and shield them from what was about to unfold. thatâs how it was with them, going all in without considering the consequences they would have to face. frankly, gabriela wouldnât have it any other way, but dragging samuel down with her was one thing she would never forgive herself for doing. the brunette bit the inside of her cheek and started fidgeting with her fingers, shifting her weight from one leg to another as she observed the whirlwind of thoughts going through his eyes. there was no going back now. his defeated plea put her in the most compromising of positions and she tightened her hold of him, her rebellious nature allowing her to feel slightly infuriated. with the situation, rather than with him. gabriela was done playing by the rules. for once, she would put herself first. â i know how fucked up this is, but iâm not going to tell you what you want to hear. â she admitted, standing her ground. if he wanted to let go of her, he would have to say it out loud to her face. â you either get me or forget me. which one is it going to be ? â
Samuelâs eyes didnât leave her for a minute, following her every move, every fidget. This was wrong, he knew it the moment heâd said those words. This wasnât him, it was one of the promises heâd made himself. Heâd seen the stupidities committed for the sake of infatuation and passion, heâd seen where it had led his stepmother, too attached to pull away until it was too late. He wasnât against love or romance, heâd been in love before. But he never lost control of it; he felt it coming, and he let it happen, let himself get tangled in it, and when the feelings had faded for both of them, heâd let go, no harm done. This? This he could have never predicted, and if heâd seen it coming heâd never have taken her in.Â
Furthermore, there was a quiet but nagging voice in the back of his mind that wondered about her reasons for this. Heâd trained her, trained all of them, to be the perfect images of temptation, to play with their pray until they came begging to be eaten and put out of their misery. He was fairly sure she wasnât lying, but he was no fool. For her, he was someone in a position of power, who was a very useful asset to have on your side. She wouldnât be the first one to try that approach, but sheâd definitely be the one closest to succeeding at this point.Â
Her hands left his neck which he used as a chance to look away and try to clear his head. His fingers rose to worry his bottom lip while a loud sigh escaped his lungs. It was not only her job to take into account, it was his too. Sure, Deacon and him turned a blind eye to each others not so legal activities, but he was fairly sure pursuing... whatever this was with an employee in her line of work would not be appreciated. Not only by him, if the other escorts caught word of it, theyâd shun her and pester him to no end. The more he thought about it, the bleaker the possibilities became.
His eyes met hers once more as she made her quiet demand, all determination and ferocity, and he clenched his jaw, resigned to the inevitability of it all. âAnd what happens if I say I want you, huh? What happens then? To your job, to mine, to our lives.â he shrugged defeatedly, his eyes growing more tired than theyâd been since sheâd walked in. She was off limits for him, even if his heart had decided to forget that part, and make him pay the price for letting her come too close. God, he wanted, more than he ever had, but he wasnât sure heâd ever have.