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Raking her fingertips to my back, she gripped tightly digging her nails into my flesh, causing me to arch my back. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on hers, backing her into my hanging clothes. She continued to challenge me, watching my eyes with a ravishing hunger.
“Whatever has come over you,” I growled, “I'm loving it.”
Pursing her lips, she slowly leaned forward into my chest, pressing her lips to it before peering up into my eyes once again.
“What game are you playing, Isabelle?” I glowered.
“I really don't know how any woman can stand in the same room with you,” she taunted, “and not pounce on you…Sir."
She was playing with fire, pushing my every button. I thought she was about to kiss my chest again, but she shocked me. She took my nipple between her teeth. Without further question or games, I grabbed her by the hair. Yanking her head back, I forced her to look into my authoritative stare. She rolled her tongue between her inviting lips.
I reached around, connecting the palm of my hand to her bottom, lightly spanking her.Her eyes lit up as she smiled, temporarily breaking the facade of her attempt at dominating me. I bowed further, pressing my lips to her neck, biting down hard while sucking her skin. She arched her back, gripping my arms tightly while moaning. Pulling away, I placed my mouth next to her ear.
“Whatever game you're playing right now,” I whispered, “will only result in you cumming hard for me.”
Peeling myself away, I scowled down at her, my pupils dilated. Smirking at me, she slanted her head, challenging my words. Damnit! This woman was driving me crazy. I had business to attend to downstairs, but she was playing games on my level. I swallowed hard, then quickly glimpsed at my watch, checking the time.
Without warning, I charged at her, forcefully pushing her backwards towards a large ottoman that lay in the middle of the closet floor. She fell onto her bottom when the back of her knees made contact with the edge. I vehemently pushed her legs open as I leaned over her flawless, enticing body.
She propped on her elbows, stalking my body's every move as herglare traveled with unnerving thoroughness. Running my hand softly up her thigh to her center, I plunged two of my fingers into her eager, pulsating core. Her hips bucked as her back bowed. She let out a loud moan as her body writhed beneath my touch.
“Fucking hell, bella,” I smirked, “you're soaked.”
She panted, trying to catch her breath. “I need to cum so bad,” she begged.
“Cum,” I commanded as I pummeled her harder, curling my fingers inside her, hitting her special place as I circled her button with my thumb.
She sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck while grinding herself harder on my hand. Our lips crashed together, before she began to moan loudly into my mouth. Her essence began to suffocate my digits as she lost every ounce of her self-control.
“Oh… my…God…Valentino!” she shrieked through her loud moans. “Don’t…ever…stop!”
I smirked, watching her squirm and gasp. It made me crazy seeing her this way; not only under the control of my touch, but also satisfied. She eventually came down off her blissful high when I removed my fingers from her core. Gripping my shirt, she tugged me toward her, forcing her lips against mine.
Leaning away, I pushed my fingers into my mouth one at a time, sucking them clean before kissing her passionately, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. She tasted like heaven. I was utterly addicted to both her scent and taste. I would have been satisfied having her flavor in my mouth all day, every day.
“I hate to go but--,” I reluctantly pulled away from her.
“Go,” she interrupted lying back on the ottoman.
I nodded, enjoying looking at the woman who pleased me in every way. Smiling, she rolled onto her side, still panting from her explosive orgasm. I leaned over her, leaving a kiss on her forehead then one on each of her exposed, rosy nipples.
I buttoned up my shirt then grabbed a tie. “I'll be back before you know it,” I reassured as I perfected the knot in the mirror.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, still draped over the ottoman.
I hurried out of the room, laughing to myself as I closed the door. As I entered the hallway, William now stood with his arms angrily folded across his chest, glowering in my direction. Rolling my eyes, I shrugged.
“Really?” he scolded with widened eyes.
“What?” I inquired indifferently.
“You realize that shit is about to get all fucked up downstairs and you just fucked her,” he snapped as we strode down the hallway.
“For your information,” I interjected as we stepped into the elevator, “I did no such thing.”
He chuckled, sliding his phone out of his pocket, checking it. “Well whatever you did,” he muttered, “I heard her.”
“Good,” I snapped sarcastically.
