Free Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Leah Brooke

possessions.”

Chapter Five
     
    Curled into the corner of the sofa, Kelsey eyed Gabriel, trying to figure out if his intention had been to piss her off. Unable to read the look in his eyes, she couldn’t tell. Not about to let him see how he’d shaken her, she kept her tone cool. “I don’t like being thought of as a possession.”
    Even as she said it, she realized that belonging to Gabriel would be the epitome of paradise. Her nipples tightened painfully under his stare, her stomach muscles clenching as the awareness in her pussy and clit became unbearable.
    He looked every inch what she imagined a Dom would look like, the possessiveness and glittering hunger in his eyes mesmerizing her.
    From his black, shoulder-length hair, to his dark, bare feet, he was the epitome of sex and power.
    His voice and expression never changed, making it even more difficult to read his thoughts. “Nevertheless, a submissive turns herself over to her Master, and therefore belongs to him. It’ll take some getting used to, but it’s a responsibility to me, too. You’ll see.”
    Irritated at her inability to judge his mood, she lost her hold on her temper. “So, what do we do now, hotshot?”
    Gabriel smiled, a slow devious smile of satisfaction. “Taming you is going to be very rewarding—and a lot of fun.”
    Gritting her teeth, she jumped to her feet, unable to sit still. “ Tame me? You’re in for a big disappointment if you think you’re going to turn me into one of those meek women who kneel at your feet.”
    Her fear of not being able to do the things he would expect threatened to choke her. Cursing her own inability to resist him, she tried to shore up her defenses, but one look from him had them crashing to her feet again.
    His soft chuckle made her want to hit something. “Darling, you’ll be purring and kneeling at my feet in no time, but you’ll never be meek or boring.” He sighed, shaking his head. “This is about more than sex, Kelsey. I don’t want a woman who rolls over and plays dead. I want a woman who isn’t afraid of her passion. I’ve already told you that submissives have to be strong. They hold quite a bit of power.”
    Kelsey snorted inelegantly, irritated that he considered her so gullible. “Please. I don’t believe that for a minute.”
    Something flashed in his eyes, a combination of frustration and need, the brief glimpse of his thoughts making her feel better. “Didn’t you just give me parts of yourself and deny me others?”
    Kelsey lifted her chin and grinned in an attempt to hide the fear of making a fool of herself. “Yes, but you’re only allowing that because you want to get into my pants.”
    “You’re not wearing pants, darling.”
    Trembling under his scorching gaze, she pulled the ends of her sarong together. “Very funny. You know what I mean. Let me ask you something. If I didn’t put a stop to giving you parts of myself, would we be talking now?”
    Gabriel inclined his head. “Probably. You’re still a little nervous. It’s my responsibility to handle that, remember?” His eyes narrowed. “You’re curious, though. You’re intrigued by the possibility of experiencing what it’s like to be with a man strong enough to handle that passion inside you.”
    Shaken that Gabriel seemed to read her so easily, she rubbed her hands over her arms at the chill that went through her. “You know nothing about me.”
    Leaning forward, he glanced up as he refilled his glass, his eyes twinkling. “Defensive, too, especially when you get rattled. I know more about you than you think. What do you think I’ve been doing these past several months?”
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Kelsey turned toward him, wishing he would just grab her and take her instead of building her arousal until she thought she would die of it. Moisture trickled down her thighs, the erotic torment of the last few minutes so intense that she knew one touch from him would send her over. “I don’t