“Fuck, Isabelle, you get tighter when you're about to come.” His scrumptious voice sends a tingling thrill to my sex.
“Oh, God,” I pant before fireworks explode in front of my eyes.
Isaac's name tears from my throat in a rumbling scream as I quiver through a blinding orgasm. My climax lengthens when the sting of his teeth is felt on my shoulder blade, closely followed by the hot spurts of his seed erupting inside my convulsing pussy.
36
Isabelle
My eyes flutter open when Isaac scoops me into his arms and strides through his impressive mansion. I snuggle into his sweat-slicked chest, loving that he can carry me with such ease.
Once we reach his bedroom, he continues with his fast pace until we're standing at the entrance of the double shower located in his ensuite bathroom. Adjusting my position, he turns on the faucet, not once relinquishing me from his grasp or making me concerned he might drop me.
When the water is warm, he steps us into the shower. The heavy spurts of the hot water flowing from the showerhead massages and revives my overtired muscles. Once the ache in my body lessens, Isaac places me down onto my feet.
In silence, he squeezes body wash onto a shower puff and lathers it over my entire body. Once he washes away the suds, his pampering shifts to my hair. My heart swells from witnessing a side of Isaac I don’t think many people have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The powerful and ruthless businessman has succumbed to a mere man, lovingly nurturing a person he cares for.
“You really,reallylike me,” I mumble through a heavy-lidded gaze.
His dedication to my hair halts as his darkening eyes lower to mine. "Why do you think I forced myself to stay away from you," he says before returning his attention to massaging the shampoo in my hair. His thick, powerful fingers have goosebumps breaking out over my skin.
Since his remark was more of a statement than a question, I don’t bother compiling a response. Instead, I nervously chew on my bottom lip. I know the reason why I had to stay away from Isaac, but I was unaware he was fighting the same internal battle. How many months have we wasted fighting an urge greater than us both?
Sensing a change in my composure, Isaac expels a sharp breath. "I'm not a good man, Isabelle," he murmurs, "I tried to stay away from you so I could protect you."
My brows stitch as my eyes shoot up to his. Before a reply can form in my mind, he silences any response from seeping from my lips with his index finger.
“It would have been safer for you if we’d never met, but now that I’ve claimed you as mine, I can’t give you up, but I promise I’ll protect you, and no one will ever hurt you.” His beautiful eyes relay the truth in his declaration.
His statement adds more suspicion to a theory that’s been running through my brain the past several weeks. Realizing this may be my only opportunity to ask a question that’s been haunting me for weeks, I blurt out, “What did Col Petretti say to me in Italian the night we left your club?”
Isaac stiffens as his gaze shifts to the side. Although he could be perceived as looking at my face, he isn’t. He’s glancing straight past me. How do I know this? His gaze is so hot, when it leaves you, you experience the loss of its warmth.
Before any lies can spill from his lips, I demand, “Don’t lie to me, Isaac. You said you never lie.”
His gaze snaps back to mine. The loving man who was mere minutes ago shampooing my hair has been replaced with a man whose gaze alone would have the toughest men shivering in their boots.
Clenching his fists open and closed, he answers, “And you will soon become one.”
My brows pull together as confusion bombards me.Why did such a simple statement create such an adverse reaction from Isaac that night?
It is only when the first part of Col’s sentence filters through my mind do I understand Isaac’s reaction.
“You are exquisite. You have the face of an angel…. And you will soon become one.”
My heart constricts as tears form in my eyes. Grimacing, I snap my eyes shut to stop my tears from falling. “Is that why you went out on all those dates? So Col would think I wasn’t any more significant than the woman keeping your bed warm that night? You were protecting me.”
He coughs to clear his throat, which forces my eyes back open. “That was my original plan, but even Col could see. . .” He stops midsentence to swallow hard. “Whatever this crazy thing is between us. He knew the instant I retaliated to his threat that you were more than some random one-night stand.”
I try to hide my smile, but the smallest one creeps across my lips. Isaac stares at me, seemingly dumbfounded by my odd response. I shouldn't be grinning, but having him admit there is some "crazy thing" between us makes my heart palpitate.
My smile is slapped right off my face when he informs me, “Col Petretti has been spotted several times the past four weeks in Ravenshoe.”
Now it makes sense why I’ve noticed Hugo outside of my apartment several times the past five weeks. “You have Hugo watching me?” I half-question, half-inform.
“I won’t let Col hurt you, Isabelle,” he promises as the tick in his jaw becomes prominent.
“I know that.” My tone is confident. “I’m more worried about why Col wants to hurt you to begin with. Why does he have a vendetta against you?”
