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She slams her hand down on the table. “Of course it matters. Do you expect me to feel anything but contempt for a man who has shattered my sister’s dreams?” She stands then, her rage building like lava simmering beneath a volcano ready to erupt. “Or who admits that he wants to destroy my family? I may not like them most of the time and what my father does is inexcusable, but theyaremy family. My flesh and blood. You have some nerve if you think I’d feel anything for you other than hatred.”
“You don’t hate me,” I say, hating how much her words sting.
“I do. You can’t expect me to feel anything other than disgust toward you.”
I stand then, needing to salvage this somehow. “Then why are you always coming back for more, love?” I walk toward her, but she backs away.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” And then she turns and runs.
I sprint after her, effortlessly catching her as she tries to run in her dress, which almost trips her up. My arms wrap around her waist and I hoist her over my shoulder.
She slams her fists into my back, but I hardly feel them. Her words have cut me deeply, and now I’m going to take my pain out on her. “What are you doing?”
“You may not care for me the way I care for you, but you’re still my wife. I’m taking you to bed.”
I carry her to the villa and straight into the bedroom, her fists still pounding against my back. Her fighting only enrages me further. After so many years of being closed off to all feelings, the moment I let my guard down, she’s battered my already bruised heart. And she’s physically battering me too. After ensuring the door is firmly locked, I move to the bed, as I need to have her, whether she wants me or not.
The moment I place her on the bed, she springs away from me, fear and loathing written in her azure eyes. Her chest rises and falls as if having her last breaths on this earth and I know in this moment she despises me. The pain I feel at the revelation is like a ton of bricks falling on me from above, however that would be more acceptable as I wouldn’t feel a thing if I were dead.
I step closer, and the air seems to crackle between us.
She steps backward until there’s nowhere else for her to go, and there’s barely an inch between us. “You aren’t acting like a man who loves me,” she says.
In one swift motion, I grab her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. My hand slides around her throat in a possessive grip, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my palm.
I feel her breath flee her chest as her eyes become full of lust despite everything.
I tilt my head. “I’ve never loved a woman before, Bella. I won’t accept that you feel nothing toward me.” I gently squeeze her throat and her eyes flicker shut as her pulse quickens beneath my palm. “You may not feel it yet, but I won’t rest until you do.” Her lips press together in a thin line as she stares into my eyes, unwavering. “You are mine, despite who you are or what your family has done to me in the past.”
“You’re crazy if you think I can ever feel anything for you. A man who won’t tell me why he hates my family so badly.”
I press my lips against hers in an all-consuming kiss, my tongue claiming every inch of her mouth as a way to reiterate that she belongs to me. Against her will, she surrenders to the pull of my embrace. When I finally release her from the passionate kiss, a desperate yearning burns in her eyes. I want more than just possession of her body; I want her love and devotion, but I have no idea how to win it.
The air is heavy with desire, and my grip on her throat tightens as I kiss her again. Our tongues continue to dance in sync as I release her throat and hike the hem of her flowing cream dress up to her hips. I move to her neck with my lips and trail them to the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, taking my time until I reach her collarbone. Sinking my teeth into her collarbone, she yelps in surprise.
“What the—”
“Quiet,” I bark, tightening my grasp on her, as I force her around so that she’s facing the wall, her back arched slightly. And then I spank her round, lace-clad ass hard with my hand, groaning when her skin turns pink instantly. “I want you to tell me how badly you want me.”
“No,” she says back, glaring at me over her shoulder.
“Are we back to this again?” I ask, tearing apart her knickers. The number of knickers I’ve destroyed on this honeymoon is amusing. I had to order her more pairs because she didn’t bring enough. She may as well forget underwear altogether.
And then I kneel behind her, worshipping her cunt with my tongue. She’s so damn delicious that I could spend every night feasting on her instead of food.
The moment my tongue touches her clit, it forces a moan out of her.
I can’t help but get lost in her, forgetting the hurtful things she said as pure pleasure takes over. Her back arches as she pushes into me, demanding more, and so I give her what she wants, thrusting my fingers deep inside her.
The most exquisite gasp escapes her lips and I palm my cock with my free hand, needing to release it. Unzipping my trousers, I continue to lick and finger her while pulling my cock out and fisting it up and down. The desperate need to be inside her is clawing at me, tempting me to fuck her, but I won’t enter her until she comes.
Instead, I continue to drive her higher and higher with each lick of her clit and thrust of my fingers into her tight, wet channel.
“Isiah,” she breathes my name, her fingers scraping down the wall.
“Yes, love?”
Her back arches further. “I’m going to come!”
