Page 4 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
But, then Gabriel stepped in my path.
“Excuse me.” I tried to walk around.
He gently grabbed my arm. “Everyone is off tonight. Except you.”
I did my best to get control. “Y-you want me to show you the books?”
“The books?” Gabriel licked his lips. “I want to see something else.”
Vicky chuckled at the door. “Sorry, buddy. But she’s not a whore. She’s the accountant.”
The two men handed Vicky a stack of cash and hurried her out of there.
“The accountant? Interesting.” A wicked smile spread across Gabriel’s face. “That doesn’t matter to me. How much to taste you?”
I shook my head. “I’m not for sale.”
“You are tonight.”
I blinked.
Quick, he grabbed my hand, pulled it to him, and pressed it against his crotch.
I tensed.
Is that really. . .his cock?
Thick and long, I swore it ran all the way down to his knees. Surely, the length pressed against his pants and confirmed its huge size.
I tried to move my hand.
He held it there. “The moment I spotted your sexy face, I went hard and wanted to be inside of you. How much?”
Shocked, I shook my head. “I-I don’t—”
“You will, and as many times as I want.”
“No. I won’t.” I tried to get out of his grip.
His partners got behind him and watched me. Both had their guns out.
“Let’s go, Miss Accountant.” With his other hand, he gripped my arm and guided me forward. “You’re coming with me.”
