All Chapters of Her Savior: His Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gabriel I return home to find the front door slightly ajar. Panic washes over me. Something isn’t right. The moment I step into the main entryway, I see Penelope lying on her back on the tile floor, rigidly still. I can’t even detect a rise and fall off her chest. It’s only when I take a step toward her that I realize why. A halo of red pools around her skull and her open eyes stare at nothing. Dread rips straight through me. “Odette!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Odette!” I run to the living room. She’s not there. I check the kitchen next. She’s not there, either. I bound up the stairs and practically kick her bedroom door down all the while screaming her name. I freeze. Seated on the edge of her bed is a man clad in black. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or terrified that my daughter is nowhere to be found. I hear the soft click of a gun hamme

RaquelWhen I open my eyes, the orange-red glow of the setting sun seeps in through the sheer curtains. I shoot up in bed with a gasp.Shit.That was definitely more than a five-minute power nap. How much time have I wasted because my stupid body couldn’t keep up?I look down to find a blanket draped over my body. Gabriel must have covered me up while I was asleep. My heart thuds loudly in my chest at the thought of him taking the time.“Gabriel?” I call out.“Sleep well?”I find him sitting by the window, a laptop and several documents laid out before him on the glass coffee table. He’s shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to just below the elbows, exposing his strong forearms and thick wrists. It looks like he’s been working for hours, diligently compiling and sorting through mountains of information.“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask, hopping out of bed to make my way over to him.“Tried. Did you know you snore in your sleep?”“I do not,” I grumble, partially mortifie

RaquelI stand across the street from town hall, sitting casually on a public bench while glaring a hole into my burner phone. Lucius sent yet another image of Dad with a short message: five days. I’d gladly give murder a try if I ever get my hands on that rat-faced backstabber.The building in question is an interesting one. It’s made of pale grey sandstone and is three stories tall. It hosts beautiful large windows, a Hermes fountain in its courtyard, and a lovely open-air staircase leading up to the main entrance. People come and go, most of them too busy with whatever business they need to take care of to pay me any mind.I check my watch. Gabriel’s running late. He received a phone call just as we stepped out of the hotel together, so we agreed to meet outside town hall at exactly ten o’ clock. I impatiently tap my foot, stamping my footprint against the light layer of morning snow on the ground. I glance from left to right for any sign of him, anxiousness curling in my gut.Thin

RaquelThere. I said it.I expect him to laugh. Maybe even make fun of me. I’ve never had sex before and if we’re going to do this —and I really want to fucking do this— then Gabriel deserves to know the truth.Standing before him completely exposed, you’d think I’d feel shy or a bit self-conscious. I’m anything but. His attention is intoxicating. When his eyes sweep over my naked body, tracing the curve of my breasts, the dip of my waist, trailing down to my aching pussy… I feel like a million bucks, a work of art he has every intention of taking as his own.He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t make fun of me.Instead, he looks like he’s going to devour me.Gabriel cups my face in his hands and kisses me again, tender and sweet. It’s a slow, sensual kiss that manages to send a delightful shiver down my spine. The tip of his tongue teases past my lips before sliding over my own. There’s a dominating quality to the way he moves. He’s always th

RaquelGabriel spoils me with all sorts of buttery pastries from the continental breakfast bar downstairs near the hotel lobby. I sit on the edge of the bed and eat my fill, abnormally hungry thanks to our workout. Gabriel busies himself by pushing furniture out of the way, clearing a wide space in the living room area of our suite for us to use.My eyes linger on his wide body as he works, shirtless with his glorious tattoos on full display. I’ve always known how handsome he is, but especially so today now that I can see my claw marks streaking down his back. An odd sense of pride rises in my chest. I did that and I’m not even sorry.I’m not going to say anything cheesy like how I’m a woman now because that’s enough to make me cringe. What I will say is how grateful I am to Gabriel. I wasn’t sure how things would play out, but he made sure to take care of me. He never rushed me, never demanded more than I was ready for. And my God, did he make me feel good.