Nine

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He tasted like passion... a feral beast just waiting to sink its claws into its prey. Gabrielle felt it, savored it in the heat of his mouth, and pressed closer in search of more.

She found it hard to stop once she started exploring, learning his flavor as she kissed him harder. She had done it all on an impulse- a crazy jealous-induced impulse.

She had seen Angelo and the girl acting so cozy- his hand had been on her hair and just that image alone had poisoned her blood, so much that she'd almost pulled out her revolver and put a bullet in the girl's head. She still contemplated it, but the sensations that flooded her veins drowned the murderous thoughts out. Her finger dug into his skin, the presence of the girl still making her fury bubble in her chest. Why was she still standing there? Should she shoot her after all?

It was startling, but Angelo brought out the worst in her. She wanted to stake a claim, let the girl know that she owned him and that only she had the right to