Chapter 2: How Does That Feel?

Camille

"You'll regret this," I said through gritted teeth.

Gabriel pressed his arm against my back, trapping me as he slowly tightened the belt around my neck.

I took deep breaths, but the constriction left no room for air. My attempts to stand were futile, as he forced me back onto his lap.

His eyes gleamed with a cruel amusement, a viciousness that reminded me of someone watching a stray dog being tortured, devoid of any mercy.

I understood the extent of his loathing, the depth of his desire for retribution. Perhaps he had devised countless ways to exact his revenge, but he refrained, restrained by the protective influence of his father.

After all, between Gabriel and me lay the lives of his mother and his brother.

It was the nightmare that had haunted me for ten years, a debt I would never be able to repay.

As the air in my lungs grew thin, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Gabriel..." I barely managed to squeeze out the words, "If I die... will you be happy?"

Through my blurred vision, I caught the cold smirk at the corner of his lips.

I could feel my life slipping away, as if I were walking toward a particularly bright gate in the darkness.

The pain in my chest from lack of oxygen was unbearable. I gasped for air, instinctively trying to breathe more deeply.

"Kill me... please..."

"Let me die..."

I could barely make out the broken sounds as they escaped my throat.

This hatred had lasted for so many years. It was time for it to end.

Flashes of the past filled my mind—Mom smiling at me, Matthew waving goodbye...

The pain in my chest seemed to dull.

"Matthew..." I whispered hoarsely, summoning the strength to call out to my sibling. "Wait for me..."

Just as darkness began to claim me, the belt loosened.

"Not yet," he sneered, releasing the pressure just enough to prolong my suffering.

"Want to die? Wouldn't this be too easy for you?！"

I clutched my throat, coughing violently, my body collapsing beside Gabriel’s legs, trembling.

"Don’t stop," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

 I reached for the belt and handed it to him, gasping for breath. "Please... keep going..."

If I died, his hatred for me would end.

Gabriel enjoyed every moment of my discomfort. He took the belt and tossed it aside with a dismissive flick of his wrist. Settling back into his seat, he appeared unsatisfied with my submission.

I gasped for air for what felt like forever, my strength slowly returning. As I leaned against the sofa, trying to stand, he suddenly yanked my wrist forward.

"Did I allow you to get up?"

I collapsed back onto his lap, and Gabriel tightened his arm, pulling me closer to his body.

His body heat seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt and pants. Panicked, I tried to break free, but I could feel something hardening against the inside of his thigh.

In just a few seconds, it was as hard as a stone.

As those two women trying their best to tease him but failed, I had thought he might have some sort of problem. But clearly, he was fine. And I knew exactly what that meant. My face burned instantly.

I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye. Instead, I pressed hard against his chest and shoved at him.

"Let go of me!"

Gabriel remained utterly unbothered, his voice dripping with malicious amusement.

"You’ve got me worked up. Not going to help me out?" He said it with a smirk, his eyes locked onto mine.

To an outsider, we might have looked like a couple in the middle of a heated lovers’ quarrel. But anyone who knew the truth—that the hatred between us was carved deep into our bones—would understand. If Gabriel could devour me whole, he would.

His voice was flat, emotionless. "You enjoy fucking with men so much. Why not do it with me?"

"No, Gabe, I don’t—"

Before I could fight back, he took control of my wrist, moving with practiced ease as he unfastened my bra beneath my shirt. His fingers closed around my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple.

A jolt of electricity shot through me. My body betrayed me before my mind could resist, and shame crashed over me like a tidal wave.

"Don’t…"

The word was swallowed by another rush of sensation as Gabriel’s lips found my ear.

His tongue flicked against my skin, tasting the mixture of wine and blood on my face.

"You taste good," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my skin.

A shiver ran through me, like a thousand tiny ants crawling over every inch of my body.

His hands didn’t stop. His mouth moved lower, trailing hot kisses down my jaw, then my neck. A featherlight sensation brushed against the edges of my mind, stirring something deep inside me.

In the end, reason snapped me back to reality.

Smack!

Gabriel's head snapped to the side, the force of my slap ringing in the sudden silence.

The air crackled with tension.

"I'm just here to tell you to come home. You know what happens if you're late," I said, my voice sharp and defiant.

Fear gnawed at me, but I forced the words out, my mind a whirlwind of indecision – run or stay?

Before I could make up my mind, Gabriel yanked me down onto the plush sofa, his body pinning me in place.

"Of course," he sneered, his voice laced with anger. "Now that you've got that old man backing you up, you've found your nerve."

Regret stung me. I shouldn't have slapped him. I'd only made him mad.

A moment ago, when his belt was choking the life out of me, he wanted me dead.

Now, it felt like he wanted to fuck me to death!

Terror seized me. I curled my knees up, lashing out with a flurry of kicks. He dodged them easily, pinning me down.

At six-foot-three, with that powerful build, I was no match for him.

His legs forced mine open, while his hands clamped down on my wrists above my head.

The position was mortifying. I thrashed against his hold, desperate to break free.

His breath hitched in his throat, hot and ragged against my face, a mix of raw anger and something else… something darker.

And yet, beneath him, the bulge in his pants grew harder.

It pressed against me through my skirt, right there, against my core. In spite of myself, my body clenched, a shameful, instinctive response that made me hate myself even more.

Gabriel’s kisses rained down on my face, ears, neck, and collarbone, tracing a path downwards.

But he didn’t kiss my lips.  

Strictly speaking, they weren't kisses, really, more like bites, sharp enough to make me gasp.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm I couldn't decipher—was it fear, or something else entirely?

Gabriel was like a wild animal tearing into me, trying to devour me piece by piece.

Before long, I was spent. And I knew resistance was futile.

Fine, have it your way.

I even half-wished he’d just snap my neck and put an end to this seven-year war between us.

I lay there, still and open-eyed, watching him.

In the dim light, Gabriel's eyes gleamed with a savage intensity. He ripped my shirt open. The buttons popped, the sound echoing in my heart, a sharp sting of pain.

His lips moved to my breasts, the tingling there a confusing mix of pleasure and the pain of his bites. My body trembled against my will.

I clenched my teeth, fighting back the flood of memories threatening to surface. No, it wasn’t the same Gabriel, I reminded myself.

I lay there, unmoving, like a corpse.

Gabriel froze, his body rigid for a few seconds, before he pushed himself away from me, anger radiating off him in waves.

“Like a dead fish,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Is that how you fuck with that old man?”

I didn't answer. I sat up and gathered the remnants of my torn shirt.

My indifference only fueled his rage.

He shoved me back onto the sofa, ripping off my panties. His finger forced its way inside my pussy and pumped with a brutal rhythm.

My body clenched involuntarily, a jolt of electricity surging through me.

“How does that feel?” he snarled, his voice thick with suppressed fury.

I fought back the involuntary moan rising in my throat and forced a soft, almost seductive smile.

"Your dad’s better."