Gabriel Fallen (Empire Nightclub, #2)

by Nina West

“I don’t think my little brother appreciates how dangerous the shitstorm he’s about to pull us into is.”

“He treats me well.” Better than well. He treats me like something to be cherished and protected.

Gabriel brushes away damp strands of hair plastered across my forehead with a stroke of his thumb before settling his index finger beneath my chin and urging my gaze to meet his. “Swallow me,” he demands softly, following it with a “please.”

“It’d be worth it just to watch them die from jealousy. You are just …” His words fade as his eyes roam shamelessly. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Our agreement has nothing to do with talking to people, so don’t you dare try to pull this jealous crap with me,” I hiss, my anger flaring at this alpha bullshit. “Not unless you want to fire every female staff member you’ve ever fucked.”

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” My voice is full of awe.

“You’re paying me to fuck you. What else do you want?” “Your heart,” he blurts out and then frowns, as if he just surprised himself. But he doesn’t backpedal. He doesn’t say anything. He simply stares at me.

Yeah … I’m beginning to see why someone might want to tie themselves down to one woman for life.

“Study hard,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against her forehead. I feel her gaze on my back the entire way. Look at me, being all unselfish. Caleb’s right. I’m falling for this woman, and I’m falling hard.

“Because you were the final push for me. I want to be better for you. I want to deserve you.”