Chapter 39

I've had enough of the dawn turning to dusk. There is no way to pass the time in this place, and if I attempted to leave along with Paloma to go out to the pack house, in which the game room is located, the guards would drag me back inside. With a sad sigh, I finally told Paloma that she could go without me.
As the guards informed me, Gabriel has left to join a pack meeting, allowing me to move all around mansion alone. I dashed back upstairs as soon as I heard his car door slam shut and decided not to come out. Not even if he invited me to dinner, which was a big deal. Amanda Thomas is a foodie who never misses a meal. Food is the source of life!
Around nine o'clock at night, I change out of my clothing and put on one of Gabriel's warm white t-shirts, which almost reaches my knees due to his height. I enter the connecting bathroom, sighing, and am about to turn up the shower just when the sound from the door opening wakes me up. As the door shuts with a thud, I straighten with such a grimace, and as I begin taking a step in that way, Gabriel stands in front of me.
I placed my hand upon my chest while screaming, feeling my heart race. His expression stays stony as he stares down at me, his green eyes dimming at the sight of me dressed in his clothes, barefoot, and with disheveled hair. I watched, fascinated and awestruck, as little specks of gold upsurged to the surface, just like an energy-saving light bulb turning on and slowly brightening. Right now, his eyes are like that; the gold hue is awaiting its perfect time to intensify.
I take a deep breath and swallow hard, a surge of warmth coursing through me as I notice the smoldering look, before turning and returning to the sink. I grabbed the ivory colored towel which managed to slip from my grasp when the door opened and hung it on the rack. From the side of my eye, I still saw Gabriel standing there looking at me, which made me nervous. "You haven't fallen asleep yet." He says something, but it sounds rather like a question. When I look up, he's staring at me, his thick brows crinkled and his arms folded in a menacing manner. "I plan on sleeping on my own bed, As is customary," I respond obstinately.
I can see a wild and untamed fire blazing in his eyes, and I know what comes next. "You're going to stay here." "No, I won't."
"Yes, You will."
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will!"
"I'm not on board with this one." He growls darkly, and the sound makes me uneasy. When he whacks his hands upon the wall just behind me and focuses closer to my face, a weak squeak escapes my lips. "I'll bind you on the f***ing bed if it's necessary, but you'll never leave me. Instead of being stubborn, it'd be in your greatest advantage to listen to me."
I give him a cold stare before shoving him away, inhaling angrily. In an attempt to flee, he stumbles slightly out of shock, and I dash for the bathroom door. Even though I know how futile such an attempt is, it really doesn't hinder me from trying. An arm reaches out and wraps itself round my waist, shoving me into his rock-hard chest. As he squeezes me against him, tighter, intense breaths kisses my exposed shoulder, and I could feel the ridges and planes of his abs. The feelings of tingles erupting my skin at the direct contact almost makes me moan. When my brain turns to mush around him, it's much more difficult to maintain control.
I pushed him away again, struggling, and take a few steps back. Now, is eyes are so dark that I can't tell if there's any green left in them. His fists are gripped to the stage where his knuckles are indeed stark white, opposing with his perfectly tanned skin. I take a hard gulp and step back, only to realize, to my horror, that I've backed up into the bathroom. Gabriel smirks dangerously, as if realizing it as well, but there's still a hint of rage in those dark orbs of his. With an exploitative glint in his eyes, he stalks forward, and I realized at this juncture, that I'm the unfortunate one in this circumstance; his prey.
"G-Gabriel, G-Gabriel, G-Gabriel, - At the glance he's giving me, I croaked, my throat unexpectedly becoming dry. It's almost as if he's about to ambush and devour me whole, but instead he chooses to drag it out to make me sweat, as if he wants to play a game that will end with me submitting to him. With each unstable breath that comes out of my lips, he pins his head to the side, inching forward. I take one step in the reverse direction for every step he takes. The shower is large enough to accommodate a football team, but not large enough to allow me to escape. I quickly come to the realization that I literally have nowhere to go.
Gabriel has me backed up against the tiled bathroom wall, his hands on both side of me, so low that if I try to flee, he will immediately capture me. As each second passes with us just looking at each other, I look up to find that same golden glitter in his eyes, the specks becoming brighter and more intense. I want to bring him closer and feel the heat that his body is radiating now, I want to taste his lips on mine as well as hold him as my body hurts. "Gabriel," I murmur feebly. At the tone of my voice, his entire focus is on my lips. "W-Can you tell me what you're up to? Allow me to go."
He eventually moves after what seems like a lifetime of awaiting for any hint of movement or dialogue. When his fingers run down my knee and his hand slips underneath the shirt to soothe my inner thigh, I take a deep breath. I bite my lower lip, attempting to ignore the beating in my heart, the pounding in my ears, and the sensation his fingers travel nearer and nearer to my core. "Fuck..." I screech when his touch never reaches the spot where I desperately want it to. Instead, it grabs my hip and teasing the waistline of my pants, hooking a finger through and gently pulling till it bursts on my skin, causing me gasp.
I felt like I'm on fire as his second hand sneaks under the shirt. The warmth emanating from his hands is scorching me, but it really is a pleasant kind of burn, one I'd like to experience on a daily basis. When they travel over towards my rib cage, his thumbs caressing the skin beneath the liner of my bra, my breath catches. With hooded eyes, I look up at him, watching and waiting to see what he'll do next. Something within me snaps with frustration when he will not really take any action to go any deeper. I wrapped my arms round his neck then close in on him, forcing his hands to go to my back. I grip the cloth of his buttoned up shirt as he strokes my spine, shuddering at the exquisite sensation that runs through me. I rise myself on my tipped toes and brush my lips on his protruding collarbone, muttering gently. The abrupt sound of a husky howl resonates all over the air, causing me to tremble. I proudly smile; only I have the power to elicit such a response from him. My lips trail behind me as I continue to apply delicate kisses on his skin.