Chapter Thirty-Three

Hope roared to life inside Lucianne's heart as she shook Abbie's body hard, trying to wake her up. She threw her head back every now and then, tears falling from her eyes as she cried out for help.

"Help! She's alive!"

She continued to shake Abbie, but there was no other response coming from her. She wiped her own tears away, her hands still grabbing firmly onto the body.

"Help! Please!" Lucianne said again.

A uniformed person stepped up to the bank. "Come back, girl. She's dead."

"Didn't you see what happened just now? She spurted water from her mouth!"

"It's a thing dead bodies do," she said. "Doesn't mean she is alive."

"But - "

"We've been here for hours and she was face down in the lake during that time. She's dead."

"But! But - "

"I'm sorry, girl," the woman said, a hand extended out at her. "It is what it is. Here, take my hand. Get out of there."

More tears left Lucianne's eyes but she let go of Abbie's body, and it drifted back into the lake. She turned around, put her hand in the woman's and left the lake. The people there brought her to a tree stump, where she sat down. They also gave her a jacket which they put around her shoulders. She shivered in the cold, until the fact that Abbie was dead slowly sank in for her.

After that day, the school allowed her a week of leave to mourn Abbie. Lucianne went back to the town and stayed with Abbie's parents temporarily as they hosted a funeral for their daughter. They looked so broken, that there was not a day where Lucianne did not cry with them over the loss of Abbie.

When that week was over, she came back to school and attended all her classes as the days passed by like nothing happened. Everyone moved on, and slowly, she was able to as well. Gabriel did not contact her during that time, as if he knew that she wanted space. She did want to be alone, and somehow she was glad that he was able to pick up on that.

But it wasn't long before he re-entered her life again. She was alone in her bathroom in her tower, showering. After she was done, she wore her nightdress and came back out to Gabriel, the copy of Sublime that he had given her in his hands as he sat at the edge of her bed.

He lifted the book up to her. "I see you've been showing my book…" he said. "Much love."

She smiled. "I hope you don't mind."

He placed it on the bed next to him. She came forward to the side of her bed and climbed onto it. He turned around to look at her, his eyes turning to stone.

"Sleeping so early?" he asked her.

"I'm tired," she said, laying her back on the bed. He climbed up to her body, hovering over it with hands on either side of her.

"I'm tired of being apart from you," Gabriel told her. "Can I fuck you the whole night?"

"Not tonight," she said, and lifted her legs up to his hips. She wrapped her legs around his back, crossing her ankles.

"What will you do when I'm gone?"

"It's not your concern," she said, pulling his nape down to her breasts. He sucked on the skin before he pulled her nightdress past one breast, exposing her nipple. Catching it between his teeth, he licked it and sucked onto it.

"I want to feel your pussy around my cock again," he said, his thumb rubbing against her other nipple.

"I said, not tonight," Lucianne told him. She reached down to his lower body and pried the button on his pants free. Reaching inside, she grabbed onto his cock and slowly pumped it up and down. He closed his eyes, a moan leaving him. "Leave my room." She pushed her other hand against his chest.

"Lucianne," he said firmly. "Your safe word is Fang."

"Okay," she said, her hand still quick on his cock.

He took both her hands into his and pushed them against either side of her head to the bed. Her breathing grew ragged, her pussy clenched in anticipation.

"Get away from me," she said.

He shoved her legs apart, his knees pressing to the space on the bed between her legs. Keeping her wrists to the bed above her with one hand, he used his other hand to caress the bud of her clit as he inserted the other fingers into her opening.

"Your body desires me," he said.

"Unhand me!" she said as her hands struggled against his grip.

"I want to see your tears when I rape you," he said, his hands pushing her legs further apart. Her legs came back towards each other to close, but his hand kept her thigh open. He threw himself forward on her, his cock right outside her opening.

"NO!"

"What is your safe word, Lucianne?" Gabriel asked her.

"Fang."

"Good," he said. Then he thrust into her deeply, causing her to cry out in pain. He freed her, both his hands keeping her legs spread wide as he slammed in and out of her.

Her hands pushed against his chest. "Stop! Stop!"

"Shut the fuck up," he said, still thrusting into her with force. She thrashed around, her feet trying to push his hips away, but he shoved it away with such force that it slammed into the bed and bounced back. Her hands continued to push him away, and he grabbed onto one wrist and pushed it against the bed while he continued thrusting and thrusting into her.

"Help!"

Both his hands now keeping either of her hands to the bed, he pounded into her with fury, tears falling from her eyes. He thrusted repeatedly, his teeth biting into her nipple hard. She cried out for help, but her cries fell on deaf ears. He fucked and fucked her through the entire night, until orgasm after orgasm overtook her.