Chapter 11

Arriving home she went to the kitchen, saying she needed a drink and he went upstairs to change into something more comfortable.

Grabbing a glass of milk and a cookie leaned against the counter. She was too angry with him and didn't want to see him, also a part of her was afraid of him as he still hadn't calmed down.

She finally went upstairs, he was sitting in the dark when she walked in.

"Gabriel, how could you humiliate me that way?"

"What way is that?" he snapped.

"Telling them about me being a maid and about me being pregnant."

"Well you are, aren't you?" he said in a sharky tone.

"But we agreed not to tell them about the baby and they think I got pregnant just to trap you into marrying me."

He got up and went to walk out, not wanting to have this argument with her.

"I will not discuss this with you, go to bed."

Grabbing his arm stopped him from leaving.

"We need to talk about it."

"I said no," he hissed and shook her hand away.

She was so angry she pushed him.

"You bastard, you're just like your father, so damn cold."

It took her by surprise when he pushed her up against the wall. His hands going to her blouse tore it open and he grabbed her face, his mouth came crashing down on hers with so much force she was rendered motionless.

His kiss burned her, the fire spreading through her body and she put her arms around him.

His hands moved over her breasts and down to between her legs, pushing her panties over he fondled her, rubbing her clit till she moaned, feeling the wetness pooling as his fingers pushed inside her.

He stopped and removed his shirt and picking her up carried her over to the bed.

His blood was pumping through his body, his dick hard as he looks down at her, she looked so radiant, so beautiful.

Removing his pants he then pulled her skirt off along with the panties and got on top. His anger was replaced with lust and desire. He showered her body with kisses, his hands skillfully caressed and touched, bringing her to an orgasm before he entered her.

She licked her lips, her hands feeling his chest as he took her, making her come with him.

He laid on top, feeling a sense of calm and pleasure. She had this power over him, only she was able to put out the raging fire within him. He was about to do something he had never done to anyone.

"Paige. I'm sorry. You are right, I did use you to get my father angry and that was wrong, you didn't deserve any of that. Can you ever forgive me?"

She brushed the hair from his face, his eyes held so much sadness and she knew he was being sincere.

"I forgive you Gabriel, but you must promise never to do anything like that again. I am your wife and I deserve some respect from you. I can not take your mood swings, it takes too much out of me. I have your child growing inside me and I must be careful not to let anything happen to it."

Rolling over onto his side he placed his hand on her stomach.

"You are right, I will be better from now on. But never compare me to my father."

"I didn't mean it, you are nothing like him."

"I am more like him than I wish to be," he said, sadly.

She grabbed his face.

"No, you're not. You are you, how you want to be is your choice."

He swallowed the lump that was lodged in his throat, she was indeed his angel.

"You are not even showing yet. We must fatten you up, make sure you eat more. You did not get to eat. I will have Martha to make us something and have it sent up," he said, kissing her cheek.

They ate in bed, as she chewed on her food she kept staring at him. Whenever she looked at his body she got chills. He was so well toned and muscular, he had the body of a God and when he laid naked on her he felt so good. If only she could melt his heart, she knew under that rough exterior laid a warm and loving man.

"You're drooling."

"What?" she asked, looking up into his face.

"You're staring at my chest, I think you want to see more of it," he said and kicked off the covers, exposing all of him.

She blushed when she saw his manhood and how it was getting bigger.

"Gabriel," she whispered but his mouth went on hers, stopping her from speaking.

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When he woke up the next morning he found Paige with her head over the toilet, she was sweating. Going over and getting on his knees he pushed her hair back. Her face was red.

"Hey, are you OK?"

"I don't feel very good," she said, sniffling.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her back to bed, feeling her forehead.

"You have a fever, I'm going to call a doctor, you stay right where you are."

Walking over he picks up the phone and after talking he hangs up.

"He'll be here soon. Can I get you anything?" he asked, sitting on the bed.

"I had arranged for the tutor to come today to give you lessons but I'll cancel it until you are better."

"I could use something to drink, my throat is so dry."

Getting her some water he hands it to her.

"This might be my fault. I should never have taken you to my parent's place nor should I have made love to you."

"None of it has anything to do with what you did, this is just going to be a difficult pregnancy. We both knew that. Morning sickness is part of being pregnant, some suffer it for some time before it stops."

She couldn't believe it, the big, tough guy was showing concern and it showed in his eyes. She knew he had a heart.

"Lay down and rest till the doctor gets here. I'll just go cancel the tutor and I'll be back soon," he said, bending over kissed her.

MINUTES LATER

"Mrs. Maestri you will be fine, just morning sickness but I can give you something to help with that. You must take things easy and don't get overly excited, avoid stress. A day or two in bed and you should feel much better." He gets ready to leave, stopping he looks back at them.

"Come in next week and we'll do some tests, just to make sure everything is OK."

Making her lay down he covered her with the blanket. "You sleep now. I must leave for awhile, I'm meeting a man about some business."

"Are you going to the club? the one your father mentioned."

"No, why would you even think that?"

"I just wondered. This club, what is it? I mean I gathered by the way you reacted when your father asked if you had taken me there it was some sort of strip club. I know I can't tell you what to do but I don't like the idea of my husband watching strippers or getting a lap dance." She looked down at her hands.

She felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of him with someone else.

"It's not that kind of club, it's the kind I don't want you anywhere near. If it will ease your mind I haven't been to it in over four years and have no plans on going back. It's more my father's kind of place."

"What kind of place is it?"

He lifted her chin up so he could look at her. "Why must you know?"

"I just do," she answered.

"This club is where certain men go to get what they can't get at home. There are private rooms where there are women who fulfill certain fantasies."

"Like what?" she asked but was almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Some men like to tie a woman up, they act out things that turn them on. Like using toys, or slapping them around. Some men like to pretend they are forcing them into having sex."

"You mean rape them."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. There are some men who have the women beat and force themselves on them. Other rooms you can have a threesome or more. There are tools and whips, and other things they have there."

Her face went even paler than it was. "You also like this kind of thing?" she asked him.

"I won't lie to you, there is some amount of thrill. It can be very stimulating sexually. For me, it was just tieing the hands to the bed and using a blindfold, and sex of course. I never indulged in the sick and weird shit even though my father tried to make me. He wanted a son as perverted as himself. He got off on pretending to rape. I quit going which really pissed him off."

"You like this having a woman tied to your bed blindfolded?"

"Like I said, there's a certain degree of thrill in it."

"We could do that sometimes if you want too. But only that, I will not do any of that other stuff, it's just too sick." She was taken by surprise when he smiled for the first time, it was a genuine one that reached his eyes.

"You would do this for me?" he asked, stroking her cheek with his hand.

"Yes, you're my husband and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I don't get you at times. I more or less force you into marrying me. I treat you badly most of the time and yet you do things to try and make me happy. What is it you want from me?"

Sitting up she put her arms around his neck.

"I want you to see that you don't have to be cold and cruel for people to respect you. That is why you are so mean to people, you think you have to make them fear you. You once told me that your heart is cold and that you are a demon. I will prove to you that you are not evil and you have a heart, one that is warm and loving. Your father hurt you when you were a child and you're afraid of being hurt again so you cut yourself off from love."

He stared at her, no words would come to him. She had him in a trance and he was wondering if maybe she was some sort of witch instead of an angel.

"You think you can save me?" he asked when he found his voice.

"I'd like to try. If only you would open up your heart and let me in."

"I have already let you in more than I have anyone else. You can not save me, you will only end up being hurt." Taking her hand he kissed it.

"Save yourself, my angel, it's too late for me," he said, getting up left the room.

She laid back down, she was tired but she kept thinking about her demon, Gabriel. She saw something in him that was good and all she had to do was get him to see it also. She slept but woke when she felt him getting into bed.

"How did your meeting go?" she asked between yawning.

"Very well. Did I wake you?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.

"No, I sleep better when you're next to me." She laid her head on his chest, her arm going around his stomach.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm tired but at least I don't feel like I'm going to be sick. Will you take me to the beach? I would love to feel the sand between my toes and go for a swim before I get too big to wear a bathing suit."

"When you are feeling better I will. But the doctor says you are to stay in bed for a couple of days, after that we'll see. Go to sleep my angel," he said, kissing the top of her head. She was already asleep in his arms.