Those words rang through my ears like the jingling sound of a large bell. I needed no one to tell me what side of Gabriel this was. It was his possessive side- probably the most dangerous.
His uncle didn't seem to care as his prying gaze was still fixed on my body. "Lay on the table, my dear, while I prepare the ornaments." He uttered, still with his lustful gaze.
Well, there was nothing I could do apart from doing as Gabriel's uncle had instructed. But before I could raise my leg to the surface of the table, the sound of stomped feet echoed in the empty room.
At a rushed pace, Gabriel walked over to me. He didn't even give me a word as the next moment, my feet were unglued from the floor and were now taken in a bridal style. Without any further ado, he helped me sit at the table.