Bonus Scenes

BONUS SCENE FOR RESOLUTION

GABRIEL AND FALLON

After the couple leaves Shane’s club.

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I should fucking kill him!

Kill him and be done with all this shit. If it weren’t for my mother, I probably would. Instead, I’m walking out of Shane’s club internally fuming. Putting on a fucking persona of contentment for the public eye as Fallon falls in line behind me.

I promised mom, the great Catherine Stern, to help finalize her debts, but some things are simply asking too much of me. Yes, I know Shane is a threat, and yes, I know he can be a better ally, but how much is a man supposed to take?

Games! I’m so fucking sick of all their games. Mother with hers. Fallon with her own plans and even Shane has an agenda in all this. Well, I’m done. Now it’s my turn to play a game.

If Fallon thinks I haven’t known about her flirtations with Shane, then she doesn’t know me at all. I was happy to let her set herself up for the future because I know she loves me. But to be called out and embarrassed is another thing.

Beautiful Jolie is my weapon of choice. She is the perfect balance I have been looking for. In fact, Shane is lucky he kept her away from me all those years ago. I wouldn’t have thought twice about taking her from him.

As soon as my driver opens the car door for us, I stop and let Fallon go ahead of me to get inside. Closing the door behind her, I tell my driver to take us to my townhouse instead of the mansion for the night. He confirms with a nod, reopening the door for me to enter. Sliding in, I stay on my side with my feet pressed firmly on the floorboard while propping my elbow against the door. Running my finger across my lips, I recall the feel of Jolie’s soft skin under the pads of my fingertips, bringing forth a slight smirk. There has never been another woman for me other than Fallon. Never will be either, but they don’t know that. Maybe I should reconsider the possibilities.

Shame me, and I will shame you.

“Gabriel, please look at me.”

Look at her? It is the last thing she should want me to do right now. For what? So I can see all the scratches and bruises forming from Jolie’s deserved attack of my wife.

Fallon tries pleading with me again only to be met with my hand rising to stop her. My driver is paid handsomely for his discretion. Still, I will not have him hearing my wife and I arguing about another man. I don’t want to eventually look him in the eye, and find laughter lying below the surface of his stern face. His amusement showing the amount of respect he’s lost for me. No, she better shut her mouth. Fallon’s smart catching the hint, staying silent as I stew.

About ten minutes pass by before Fallon finally asks, “Where are we going? This isn’t the way home.”

Again, she is met with silence, except this time, I turn my head giving her a heated gaze letting her know those words should be her last for the rest of the drive. Fuck, what a mistake! Her full beauty is shrouded by the darkness of night, but those crystal green eyes of hers almost glow. My heart starts to fight with what my head is telling me I need to do. God, I love this woman. Turning away, I remove her from my sight, wondering how far can we possibly continue to push each other before we’ve gone too far? Maybe it was a mistake falling in love with someone so even keeled with me. Both of us, taught and trained by the same person. She was made for me, giving her all the same instincts. The only difference between us is our positions in my world. Fallon forgets herself sometimes, and tonight I plan on teaching her another lesson. She will never be the boss, at least not while I am alive. We will not become William and Catherine.

Finally, the first view of the townhouse comes within sight, telling Fallon exactly where we are going. From the corner of my eye, I catch her fidgeting in her seat, good she should be worried. The car comes to a stop and I count down the seconds ticking by until my door is opened. Carrying on with pretenses, I step out, waiting for Fallon to do the same. After dismissing my driver for the night, I lead my wife inside our home by the small of her back. However, once we are safely locked behind closed doors, my hand drops and I can’t get away from her fast enough. Stepping into the living room, my jaw tenses as I order sharply,

“Go clean yourself.”

“Gabriel…please.”

Please? Where was all of her concern for me when she was making me a laughingstock behind my back?

Knowing I won’t give her the satisfaction of a response, I hear her purse drop to a chair and her heels moving towards the stairs. Beyond frustrated, I remove my tuxedo jacket and bowtie, throwing them haphazardly onto the same chair behind me. Desperately needing a drink, I stride to the bar and fix a bourbon neat. Swallowing it whole, I massage the back of my neck trying to relieve the undue stress this night has caused. It’s not helping. Pouring another drink, I begin feeling restricted in the confinement of my fucking clothes. The fakeness they represent. Pulling my shirt out of my pants, I loosen the collar, unbuttoning it further down my chest until I feel the tickle of cool air against my skin. Finding the first real breath I think I’ve taken since this nightmare began. Picking my drink up, I stare into the amber color watching the ripples caused by the tightening of my hand around the glass.

My eyes shut dwelling. The more I dwell, the more my rage is bubbling up to the surface, wanting to take it all out on my beloved. I am not William; I recite in my head, trying to temper my emotions. I will never hurt Fallon the way he hurt my mother, but she needs to know I will not be played like he was. I am not to be manipulated and pushed to do her bidding. I’ve let her get away with enough.

Walking into our bedroom, I turn off all of the lights in the room and sit in a chair, staring at the light peeking through the bottom of the bathroom door, waiting for Fallon to come out.

Minutes tick by, then the door opens, and all my reasons for being angry with her almost disappear. The soft lighting from the bathroom shows off some of the injuries to her face and bare arms. Her hair is brushed and her face free of any makeup, causing me to remember our age difference. Her young beauty captured my heart and soul and it’s never let go.

Her eyes adjust to the darkroom, finding me sitting in the shadowed corner, blocked out from any light glowing from the bathroom.

“Gabriel?” Her feet move towards me, but I stop her with a gruff voice.

“Crawl.”

Her body jerks back in shock at my harsh demand. It doesn’t take long though before Fallon relaxes and snickers thinking I’m playing with her. “Gabriel, you don’t…”

“I said crawl, Fallon. Get on your fucking knees and crawl to me.”

Hesitation is evident. Her fingers grip and twist at her silk nightgown, fidgeting with confusion of what to do. She’ll get down on all fours if she knows what’s good for her. She will do more than that before the night is through.

“I’m holding on by a thread here, baby. I think you forget who I am.”

“Trust me Gabriel, I know who you are.”

“Then prove it.”

With a burning gaze, she stares straight at me but does as she’s told. Slowly she sinks to her knees, placing her hands down in front of her and begins crawling to me.

“You’re Gabrielle Stern.”

One move closer. “You are the boss of Louisiana. The boss of all men.”

Another smooth crawl. “You’re the father of my children.”

She continues on her hands and knees causing my cock to rise with every inch of her getting closer. “You’re the love of my life. My husband. My protector. You belong to me.”

She places her hands on my bent knees pushing herself to kneel in front of me.

“Mine, Gabriel. That is who you are.”

On a growl, I tell her,

“Beg.”

There’s a slight glint to her eyes as she slides her hands forward up my thighs and begins undoing my pants. She wastes no time at all getting my cock into her mouth. Shutting my eyes, I let my head fall back against the chair in pleasure. Jesus, she sucks and licks me up like a damn lollipop just like I taught her. Nice even slow strokes at first, whirling around the mushroom head of my dick, then down sucking me all the way to the back of her throat.

I fucking remember how innocent she used to be. An innocent vixen who everyone craved. She’s mine though, and I’ll make sure she stays that way. Opening my eyes, I glide my fingers through her long dark hair, pushing down, forcing her to keep my cock buried down her throat.

“You keep forgetting your place and we’re going to have problems.”

Fallon digs her fingernails into the skin of my forearm, scratching and cutting causing pain as she pushes off my cock with a viciousness to her glare. With my own returning glare, she quickly backs up until her back hits the end of the bed. Sitting with her ass on the floor and the space she needed, the expression on her lovely face changes. Her eyes never leave mine as she seductively pulls up her long nightgown, trying to take control. I lean forward in the chair as she bends her bare legs at her knees, opening them wide, to show me the pussy I’m so addicted to.

“I know my place Gabriel, but I think you forget what I’m capable of.”

Standing, moving closer to her, I watch her slide two fingers into her glistening pussy while her head falls back against the bed to look up at me.

Removing the rest of my clothes, I continue to watch the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met go head to head with me. My eyes squint in warning, then in one mad rush, I lift her off of the floor by under her arms and growl in her face, for driving me so fucking crazy.

Aggressively, I push her back onto the surface of the bed, placing a knee between her legs to climb over her, but she stops me with her words,

“Beg, Gabriel. Tell me I’m the love of your life, that I’m yours. Threaten me with what will happen if I ever think of leaving you.”

Motherfucker, she is…perfect.

My hands wrap around her ankles and yank hard, pulling her down the bed. Placing both hands on each side of her face, I roar,

“You’re mine. Fucking mine Fallon!”

Without another word needing to be said, I surge inside of her as hard as I can, wanting her to feel the intrusion. Her back arches with her neck extending back and a loud groan comes out of her mouth. I pause, giving her a moment, feeling guilty for hurting her until her head lifts. The stare she gives leaves me bewildered; it begs for more. I pull out only to plunge back into her with abandonment. Thrusting so fucking hard, I have to wrap my arm underneath her waist holding her in place as I punish her over and over for pushing me to this point. Fallon takes it all, holding my face now secretly threatening me with the idea of ever looking for another woman.

Here in our townhome with no one around, we can be as loud and rough as we want, and Fallon is anything but quiet. Removing my arm from the back of her waist, I slide both my arms under her knees lifting her. I stand using my strength to hoist her up, embedding myself deeper. She holds on for dear life only for a moment before she uses her arm strength to fuck me into oblivion. Sweat is dripping off of us both as our bodies slam together, and Fallon rips the skin of my chest, proving she is as enraged as I am.

Tossing her down again, without giving her a chance to move, I flip her over with ease and tear the nightgown off her back. A luscious ass waits for me to paint it red. With one stinging slap across her bare bottom, she yelps but turns her head with defiance, provoking more. Entering her again, we both cry out in passion as a tidal wave of pleasure takes over our bodies. Fallon moans and contracts bringing me roaring out my orgasm with her name on the tip of my tongue.

“Fucking Fallon!”

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I wake first to the sun coming in through the sheer curtains, finding Fallon curled against me. Careful not to wake her, I grab my phone on the nightstand and see we slept past morning. We gave our bodies a severe workout last night and finally passed out from our battle in pure exhaustion. Pushing up on my elbow, I use my finger to smooth Fallon’s hair away from her face and look upon her with reverence. Then notice how good Jolie gave last night; the evidence lies all over Fallon’s creamy skin bringing it all back.

Rising out of bed, I head for the bathroom to take a shower. When I come out, Fallon stretches grimacing. It gives me the tiniest sense of satisfaction before I go to the closet where Fallon and I have clothes stashed for visits like this. As soon as my pants are on, Fallon calls my name,

“Gabriel.”

Turning to face her, I see she’s sitting up using the sheet to cover her nakedness. She’s not shy, but I’m guessing after last night she doesn’t want to tempt me with another replay so soon.

“Gabriel, are we good?”

I just look at her while grabbing a shirt.

“Gabriel, we forgive each other, right? Come on, you know you forgive me, and I will always forgive you.”

Putting my head through the collar of my pullover, I glance at her with a smirk, knowing what she wants. She wants confirmation about Jolie. She wants me to tell her I was full of shit and that she will never have anything to worry about. I could tell her. I could knock down all the barriers getting in our way, but it will just allow her to keep toying with me.

Grabbing my shoes, I tell her, “I never asked for forgiveness.”

She jumps out the bed walking a few steps forward, stunned. “But Jolie, Gabriel…I will not…”

“You won’t what Fallon?!” I yell, daring her to finish her statement.

She takes a step back like I just slapped her.

“I don’t want you to forgive me. I meant what I said last night, Fallon. I will take Jolie if and when I choose. But if I do my dear wife, you will only have yourself to blame.”

By the wide-eyed doe expression on her face, I know I have her exactly where I want her. With that, I leave her frozen in place and walk away telling her,