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ISIAH
Ifollow my prey down the corridor toward my penthouse, knowing that within minutes I will have devoured her. Ever since I’d met her at the party, the need for her has been a searing fire within me - an insatiable hunger that can only be satisfied with her surrender. She has become somewhat of an obsession, and I absolutely refuse to wait for our wedding night to take her.
Bella walks ahead of me, unaware of the devastating effect she has on me, a siren’s call that can’t be denied. The sway of her hips in those high heels sends my thoughts spiraling to dark places, and I’ve every intention of bringing those thoughts into reality before the night is through.
She stops in front of the door to my penthouse apartment and turns to look at me, lips pursing as she meets my gaze. “You better hurry up before I change my mind.”
I smirk. “There’s no going back now. You are on my turf.”
Her brow furrows. “I can still change my mind. It’s not like I’m your prisoner.”
“That’s what you think.”
I notice the way her lip quivers as she takes a step away from me. “You’re crazy.”
I stand in front of the eye recognition software to open the door and it clicks open. My apartment is burglar proof, fitted with the best security system in the world.
“After you,” I say, signaling for her to walk inside.
She stares at me for a few moments before finally giving up and stepping into my lair.
My cock is hard and heavy in my slacks as I follow her inside. “Would you like a drink?” I ask.
She turns and holds her arms in front of her defensively. “I guess.”
“Pinot noir?”
She nods. “If you’ve got it.”
I laugh. “I have everything. Follow me,” I say, walking down the corridor toward my wine room.
Bella follows, keeping a good distance between us. It’s probably wise, as I’m ready to pounce at any moment, the lust taking over my brain.
“Take your pick,” I say, opening the door to reveal hundreds of bottles of wine lining a room with floor to ceiling racks.
Her eyes widen. “I wouldn’t know where to start!”
“Would you like me to pick one?”
She nods in response, hugging her arms tight around herself. I’m surprised how vulnerable she looks.
I select the finest pinot noir I have and nod toward the door. “Let’s go and find some glasses.” It’s rare that I drink wine, but I’ll make an exception tonight. The bottle is, after all, worth over ten thousand dollars.
Once I’m in the open plan kitchen, I select two glasses and pour us each a drink, watching Bella as I do. She’s different right now. Shy and quiet. It only excites me more because she’s always been so fiery and now she’s in my den, she knows to be scared.
I pass her a glass and she takes it with a trembling hand, hesitating before taking a sip, her eyes never leaving mine. She looks into my soul as if searching for something, but I know exactly what she’s looking for—the reality of what the night will bring.
“So, you live here alone?” she asks, glancing around the penthouse apartment.
“When I’m in London, yes.” I take a sip of wine. “And I won’t be alone for long, will I?”
Bella’s lip trembles. “I really don’t want to live here.”
I laugh. “What do you think happens when we marry? I certainly am going to be living in London, love.”
Her brow furrows. “Why don’t we just live apart? The marriage is nothing but political, anyway.”
I click my tongue. “Now that is where you are greatly mistaken.” I place my glass down on the island and walk around it, closing the gap between us. “Our marriage is going to be more than political. It’s going to be highly erotic.”
