Page 37 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Chapter 8
Eight Cries of Pleasure
Gabriel
Only four days left.
After breakfast in bed, I checked my phone.
Shit.
The screen displayed twelve missed calls from my father. The clock was ticking down to when he would go into a murderous rage and show up at my house.
Any other time, a guy like Savio would have already been dead by my hands. In fact, this morning I should have rushed out to find and destroy him.
Fuck it. I’ll handle this later.
For my eighth day with Mariah, I had other plans.
I gazed at her and grinned.
It’s time to see if you can finally take all of my cock.
Wearing a white robe, she sipped her tea and caught me watching her. “What wicked thoughts are spinning in your head, Gabriel?”
“You’re learning me well in these short days?”
“I believe so.”
“I would like to show you a part of the condo you haven’t seen.”
She quirked her brows. “I thought I’d seen it all.”
I chuckled, tied my robe, and left the bed. “Come on.”
“Where is this part of the condo?”
