Fraud

“Liar!”

Gabriel ran in the direction of his house, and I was left on the ground crying.

That was the night our silly war became a legacy of cruelty. The next year and a half was spent hurting each other as much as we could.

Do you see it now?

Do you understand my warning?

You were told the truth about him.

You were warned not to believe him.

But the only person you knew was Fraud.

And if you didn’t believe me, I can’t blame you.

I see him, though.

I know him.

Which is why I shouldn’t be kissing him right now in another lightning storm, at another house, on another night when all he’s done is hurt me.

Yet that’s exactly what I’m doing. The storm is just as wild. And he’s just as brutal as he’s ever been.

Gabriel’s hands cup my face as his mouth assaults mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips with desperation. I can’t take a breath for how violent his kiss is, can’t hear anything beyond the rush of blood in my head.

Above us, the sky is split apart by lightning, the wind snatching at our wet clothes and hair like it’s fighting to rip us apart. Gabriel fights even harder to hold on, his fingers slipping into my hair as his body presses tight to mine.

His erection is a hard ridge against my stomach, his mouth releasing mine as his teeth bite my bottom lip. I open my eyes to see the same person I saw that night with his hair plastered to his forehead and rain dripping down his beautiful face.

Only this time, he’s not bruised and beaten on the outside. He carries all those scars hidden within.

My head falls back against the car as his mouth explores lower, my hands moving to grip his arms as his head dips down, and he traps a nipple between his cruel, deceitful lips.

He sucks so hard that a gasp escapes my throat, the thin cotton shirt no match for the power of his mouth.

Gabriel’s fingers release my hair to grip my ass, his biceps bulging beneath my hands as he lifts me up so I’ll wrap my legs around his waist.

The ridge of his cock presses against my clit, and I cry out at the sensation, his teeth biting down at the pulse point of my neck before his tongue sweeps out to lick the sting.

Lightning cracks above us, the thunder fast on its heels, and I open my eyes to see the sky is nothing but heavy black clouds.

“We should go inside.”

Fuck. It’s difficult to talk, but I’m up against a big metal car with lightning striking all around. This can’t be the safest place to be.

We joke about nature trying to stop us, but this is pushing our luck.

“Why?” he asks as his lips lock on the lobe of my ear, his teeth punishing the skin a second later.

Gabriel’s palm skims beneath my shirt and up my body, his fingers gripping the weight of my breast with fierce possession. When his hips move between my legs, stars burst behind my eyes, the bulge of his cock hitting just the right place.

“Because we can die in this.”

He grins against my cheek.

“If it’s not the storm that kills us, it’ll just be an earthquake or a volcano. Hell, a sinkhole can open up and swallow the house. That’s just how shit works with us. Now shut up, and take off your damn shirt because I’m fucking you regardless of what’s happening around us.”

Dragging the hem of my shirt up, he uses his body to pin me to the car as he rips the soaked cotton up my arms and tosses it away.

His mouth locks on my nipple, tongue flicking the painfully tight tip as I try to pull his shirt off.

Bracing his hands against the car on either side of me, he pulls his head up for me to tug the shirt off, but I slide down the wet metal door and damn near hit the ground.

“This isn’t fucking working,” he growls as he picks me up and carries me in the direction of the house.

“Oh, thank God,” I pant, relieved that he’s getting us out of this storm. “Inside is much safer.”

That damn smile of his stretches apart as he dumps me on the hood of the car.

“Who said anything about inside?”

Our eyes lock just before he tugs his shirt off then locks his hands over the sides of my pants to rip them down my legs. He’s pulling them off my ankles before I can open my mouth to complain.

Taking that moment to stare at him, to truly see what he’s become, I marvel at the strength of his body, the ripple of muscle over his shoulders, the breadth of his chest that narrows down into a tight abdomen perfectly formed with a washboard of tempting ridges. My breath catches to trace the shadow of his oblique muscles and narrow waist, my mouth watering at the hint of what waits for me below his pants that hang perfectly from his hips as a tease.

Gabriel’s hands grip my hips again a second later to tug me down the hood and lift my knees to lock over his shoulders.

My complaint is lost the second his hands take aggressive possession of my hips again, and his mouth covers my pussy. When his tongue slides inside my body, I lay back on the hood, and my back arches up.

“Oh, God....”

I’m barely able to get the words out, my eyes snapping open to watch the sky swirling angrily above our heads. But Gabriel doesn’t care that the trees are swaying and bending around us, and the rain makes it impossible to see.

His fingers grip tighter into the soft flesh of my hips, his lips closing down on my clit, the hard suction driving me so close to an orgasm that I can’t keep from sliding down the hood.

Every time I almost slide off, Gabriel’s hand grabs my ass and shoves me back up, my knees tightening over his shoulders as he circles my clit with his lying tongue, and I can’t fight the orgasm.

It bursts through me as violently as the storm above us, my knees closing on the sides of Gabriel’s head as his tongue slides inside me to tease the aftershocks from my body.

Despite the rain, my body is burning up, my face flush and skin painfully tight. Every inch is sensitive to his touch, my heart practically beating in my throat.

His mouth pulls away from my pussy, and he glances up at me with green eyes that are so full of heat they’re liquid. The look in his eyes alone is enough to trap me in place.

It’s a mix of male satisfaction and utter possession. Of insanity mixed with the need to dominate. I’ve seen it only three times before - every time he’s kissed me.

“You taste just as good as I thought you would. Just like the spoiled fucking princess you are.”

There’s a rough edge to his voice that sends a shiver down my spine, a note of arrogant victory that makes me angry.

“We should go inside,” I remind him, fear of the storm crawling up my spine.

His lips curl into a teasing smirk. “You should shut up and flip over.”

“What-“

He grabs my hips again and flips my body around, his voice an aggressive command. “Get on your knees.”

“I can’t.”

The hood is so slippery that there is no way to latch on. Gabriel laughs behind me, guides my legs beneath me and then drags me down until my ass meets his hips.

“Stay.”

“Fuck off,” I answer, only because I won’t let him order me around.

“I can’t. I’m too busy fucking you,” he argues as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them to his ankles. When his cock pops free, he holds it against the crease of my ass cheeks, his arm wrapping around my chest to tug me back.

His mouth presses to my ear.

“Just so you know, I’ve wanted to fuck you every time you’ve pissed me off and pulled one of your stupid pranks. And when you’re mad, I want to shove my cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.”