35
Isabelle
Note to Self:A jealous Isaac is as sexy-as-sin, but be prepared to pay for the consequences of your actions.
After my tease in the bathroom, I spent the next two hours paying for the repercussions of my frisky taunt. Isaac’s stamina astounds me. I’ve never met a man with so much self-control in the bedroom. I lost count of the number of orgasms that ripped through my body this afternoon. I was left sated, delirious, and unable to move. I had so much adrenaline running through my body, I felt drunk even though I haven’t had a drop of alcohol the past week.
Thankfully, Isaac let me rest a majority of the afternoon, only waking me when it was time for dinner.
We’ve spent the last hour in his living room, eating homemade tacos and talking. I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent with him, whether we're in the bedroom or just hanging out. Only thirty-six hours has passed since we left the abandoned warehouse, but it feels like a lifetime.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” Isaac collects our empty plates from the coffee table before heading to the kitchen.
After placing my phone on the coffee table, I glance at an extensive collection of pictures proudly displayed on the mantel above the fireplace. There are over two dozen photos of various people in different poses. Their ages and gender range between each picture, but I notice one gentleman appears in the photos more than any other individual.
“Who is this man?” I ask when Isaac walks back into the room.
Isaac stands next to me. His lips arch when he peers over my shoulder to the photo I’m clutching.
“That is my brother, Nick.”
When he removes the picture from my hand, the grin on his face enlarges to a full-toothed smile. My brows lower down my face as my lips purse. Although the gentleman in the photo is handsome, he has no similar features to Isaac at all. Isaac has brown hair, gray eyes, and a light olive complexion. This gentleman has blond hair, dark blue eyes, and his skin is pasty white. Let alone the fact Isaac’s persona demands respect and authority, while his brother seems a little roguish and cheeky.
Noticing my odd expression, Isaac chuckles. “He is my brother. There is no doubt in my mind.”
He places the photo back onto the mantel before turning to face me. My breath snags in my throat just from the sheer closeness of his ruggedly handsome face. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing his tempting features.
“Do you have any siblings?”
Grimacing, I shrug. Isaac eyes me curiously but remains quiet, patiently waiting for me to decide if I want to respond any further. Sensing my reluctance, he sits down onto the sofa and gestures for me to join him. A smile sneaks onto my face when he interlocks our hands and lowers me to straddle his lap.
After settling my nerves with a few big breaths, I murmur, “I have siblings, but half of them probably don’t remember me, and the other half don’t know I exist.”
I suck in a sharp breath when our gazes collide. Although his eyes reveal his comfort, he remains quiet, giving me the chance to gather my composure. I’m grateful for his patience as tears are already welling in my eyes.
“You don’t have to say any more,” Isaac assures a short time later, his voice deep. “But I’m ready to listen once you feel comfortable.”
An smile curves on my lips, grateful he isn’t going to push me. Just knowing he won’t force me makes me want to share information I’ve never shared before.
“My mom fell in love with the wrong man.” My voice is barely a whisper. “My father was already married and had a handful of kids with his wife and mistresses by the time they met. He promised my mom a lavish life if she would give up her current lifestyle and become his mistress. Because my mom grew up in a family living well below the poverty line, and she was only seventeen, she readily agreed. Instead of a life of luxury, my mom got a long list of false promises.”
I stop talking when a tear splashes my cheek. My heart leaps when Isaac beats me to wiping away my tears.
"She got pregnant with me not long after they got together, and that's when her life spiraled out of control.” My words croaks with each one I speak. "My father preferred to have sons, and since I was born a girl, he despised me on sight."
I swallow hard before continuing with my story before I lose my nerve. “My mom died of a drug overdose when I was six years old.”
Isaac's thighs stiffen, but his face doesn't alter from his usual expression.
“My father didn’t want me, and his wife didn’t know I existed, so I was…. umm….”
I stop talking to wipe under my nose to ensure the contents inside doesn’t spill.This is harder than I ever imagined.
When an unexpected sob tears from my mouth, Isaac says, “That’s enough for tonight, Isabelle.”
His thumbs wipe away the tears cascading from my eyes before he leans over to place a kiss on each of my eyelids. His loving gesture causes a sudden shift in the air. Sexual tension builds as we assess each other's faces.
When the tension grows too great to ignore, I tilt my hips forward, seeking his cock I feel thickening beneath me. My movements are slower than the pace we've been going the past two days, but fire-sparking at the same time.
