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I know I will do anything for Isabella right now to try and make up for bringing Michael into her life. Never again. I will never do anything like that again. I feel dreadful. Especially considering the terrible effect this has had on Isabella, and what could have happened if I hadn’t gotten back in time.
It actually doesn’t take long for Isabella to drift off to sleep. This is good because when she drifts off, the pain of what just happened isn’t written all over her face. Goddamn it, I am definitely going to make sure everyone gets to know what Michael is like.
He’s made me feel dirty. I need to get in the shower again to wash that meeting off. It was so freaking toxic I hate it. I can’t keep thinking of it or I will drive myself insane. I head into the bathroom, stripping my clothes off along the way, tossing them across the floor as I go.
By the time I climb under the hot jets of water, my protective anger has transformed into something else. A deep-seated furious kind of desire that’s combined with a possessiveness that I can hardly handle. I don’t want anything bad to happen to Isabella, but not just because I don’t want anything bad to happen to anyone, and not even just because she’s a person in my life.
Because a part of her ismine.
Whether that’s logical or not, I don’t care, she belongs to me.
My thick, throbbing erection is absolutely certain of it.
My palm splays over the soaking wet tiles as my hand wraps around my cock. Just knowing that Isabella is so close to me is almost too much. I can’t stop myself from pumping my fist, picturing her beautiful plump lips wrapped around my cock.
God I justknowit’d feel amazing to be inside her mouth, fucking her lips, knotting my fingers up in her hair as I guide her up and down my length. A groan of desire falls out of my mouth as I imagine that sweet tongue of hers swirling around me, tasting every damn inch of me.
Pleasure balls up at the base of my cock, and heat spreads through my body, I want to cry out her name over and over again like a prayer, but I probably shouldn’t because she’s only a few feet away from me. I might wake her up with my sordid fantasies of her.
Hot jets of cum don’t wash away with the shower, in my imagination they cover her face, dripping down her lips as I soil the beautiful sweet girl.
“Fuck,” I whisper as it hits me that I’ve soiled her already, I’ve ruined her, I’ve caused all kinds of issues without even meaning to.
IknowI should keep away from Isabella in the future but I don’t know if my heart and my body will be able to obey that command. If I can’t control myself just because she’s in my cabin, then where will that leave us?
Definitely in a lot more trouble, that’s for sure!
Shit. Can I handle more trouble?
Probably not, but I also don’t think I can keep away, so I am officially torn.
ChapterTwenty
ISABELLA
What is going on?
I blink a few times, trying to gather myself back up, to work out exactly where I am and what’s happening. That was a seriously deep sleep that I don’t think I’m anywhere near ready to shake off yet. But there is a gnawing sensation in my chest that I’m supposed to be awake for something… if only I could remember the details…
Shit.The business meeting. Michael, the copywriting, all of it.
I bolt upright, not quite sure where I am, trying to gather my thoughts, to remember everything. I’m pretty sure something is missing somewhere along the line…
“Oh God,” I groan to myself as the memories from earlier flood my mind. Michael, and the terribly way that he behaved with me, making me feel utterly dreadful. Combined with what happened to me before with the creepy Hank, it’s really not been much fun.
Thank God for Elijah. He literally saved me again.
“Oh, Isabella, you are awake.” And there he is, as though I’ve conjured him up because I wanted to see him so badly. My heart skips a beat because the sight of his smile is electrifying. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything from me?”
There’s only one thing I want, but I don’t know if I dare ask for it. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying my hardest to keep my deep-seated desires inside. We promised ourselves that it would be only a one-time thing.
If fact,Iwas the one who had insisted it be a one-time thing. But now we’re both here, and my emotions are all over the place, I don’t know if I can help myself.
I don’t know if Iwantto help myself.
It's hard to keep fighting when there isn’t any benefit to it. When all I want is him.
It can be a holiday fling, right? It doesn’t need to get deeper and more complicated than that, surely? The more I find myself admiring Elijah, the more I know it’s stupid to keep away when all I want to do is devour him.
