Page 14 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

As she continued to lick him, she saw him reach for his cock. He wrapped his hand around his hard-on and began to tug on it. Why hadn’t he asked her to suck his cock instead? Did this mean that the women who helped him with this fantasy did nothing more than to lick his stomach? Did he not fuck them? Or even ask them for a blow job?

Maybe this was just a prelude, and once he had enough of the licking of his stomach, he would ask her to suck his cock or ride him. There was one way to find out.

She stopped licking him, and put her hand over his, prying it off his erection so quickly that he had no chance to react. Then she wrapped her own hand around the hard root.

“Fuck!” he hissed.

She tugged on it once, then lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock.

“Stop it!” he growled and shot up to sit.

But Isabelle was already taking him into her mouth and starting her descent. She didn’t get far. A firm hand on her shoulder yanked her back. She whipped her head to him just as he ripped his sleeping mask off and glared at her.

9

“Fuck!”

This couldn’t be happening. Isabelle couldn’t be here. This was simply a fantasy, the only way he found true relief. He’d been coming to Eva’s ever since he’d met Isabelle for the first time. He’d always insisted on the women who pleasured him to remain silent, and had worn a sleeping mask so he couldn’t see them and could imagine it was Isabelle who touched him. To complete the fantasy, he’d asked for vanilla-and-orange-scented candles to be burned in the room, because this was Isabelle’s scent. It helped him sink deeper into the fantasy. At first, he’d always had the women suck his cock. But after the incident four months earlier, where Isabelle had licked his stomach wound, the fantasy had changed, and he’d instructed the women to simply lick his abdomen, while he jerked off. He didn’t want their mouths on his cock anymore. He wanted Isabelle’s.

And now she was here, in the middle of his depraved fantasy, in flesh and blood, barely dressed, her robe gaping open to expose her breasts to his lusty gaze.

Orlando quickly reached for the bed sheet and pulled it up to cover himself. “What the fuck, Isabelle! You shouldn’t be here.”

She lashed an outraged look at him. “Yeah, I could say the same thing!”

“Leave, now!” Because if he had to look at her a minute longer, he wasn’t sure he could resist the temptation of tossing her on her back and fucking her until he couldn’t move another limb.

Still kneeling on the bed, Isabelle braced her hands on her hips, an action that caused her robe to gape open even wider. “I’m not leaving. Not until we talked about this.” She gestured with her hand. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing here?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It is now.” She edged closer. “I know what this is. You’re reenacting what happened four months ago. Don’t deny it.”

She glanced down to his groin, where his cock was tenting the bedsheet, still hard, yearning for release. He cursed the fact that the way she looked at him made him even harder. But he couldn’t allow this to go any further.

“I can do what I want in my free time,” he ground out. “Get out of here, before I do something I’m gonna regret.”

“Like kissing me?” She tossed him a challenging look. “Do you regret that? Do you regret having rubbed your cock on me at the Mezzanine? Do you? Or did you want more?”

Damn it, Isabelle was a woman who didn’t back down easily. He had to admire her for that. But that didn’t mean he could just take what she so clearly offered. It wouldn’t end well. And then he’d have to leave again, be alone again, without family, without friends.

So he did the only thing he could: deny that she affected him.

“I’m not interested in you. Your kiss left me cold.” God, he hated himself for being so callous. “I don’t wanna fuck you. Can’t you get that into your head? You’re not as desirable as you think you are. What you are is a spoiled little rich girl.”

Isabelle blanched. Clearly, the words were working. He’d hurt her feelings. Good. At least, she would stay away from him now. The temptation would pass. In a few seconds, she would be gone, and he could flog himself for lashing those cruel words at her, when all he really wanted to do was make love to her. But he couldn’t. Not only could he not risk for the past to repeat itself, somebody had found him and was clearly out for revenge. Isabelle would be in the crossfire. And she didn’t deserve that. He’d rather she hated him and stayed as far away from him as possible.

Isabelle jumped off the bed. “Fine,” she said with tight lips.

Fuck! He hated it when women said fine. It meant anything but. If he’d learned anything in his long life, it was that.

“If you won’t fuck me, then I’m sure I can find another man in this joint who won’t say no.”

What the—

“I was able to convince Eva to let me into this room. I’m sure she’ll point out another one to me. As long as he’s got a big dick, what do I care who he is?”

She stomped to the door, but Orlando was already jumping out of bed. Another man? She was gonna fuck some stranger in this depraved place that catered to all kinds of weirdos?