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“Now be a good girl and kneel for me.”
I pull back and look into his eyes. “What?”
Isiah grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Do as I say,” he whispers firmly. “Kneel and do your duty as my wife.”
“Duty?” I spit, hating how this man can fill me with desire one minute and then hate the next.
“Yes, duty,” he says, his voice firm. “It’s what a wife is supposed to do. Tend to her husband’s desires.”
I’m shaking with anger now. “Bullshit. I won’t be treated like a slave.”
He tilts his head. “When are you going to realize that defying me is pointless?” Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and forces me to my knees. “Take my cock out and suck it.”
I spit at him, which results in him grabbing hold of my hair hard and yanking my head back unnaturally.
“You can pretend all you like that you don’t enjoy being taken advantage of, but it’s not true. It’s a bit pointless always trying to convince yourself that you don’t want me. Why don’t we cut the crap and just enjoy ourselves?”
This man has got some nerve, and yet as I look into his beautiful eyes, I want to do as he says. A powerful desire to submit to him here on this island where we’re the only two people takes hold of me.
And so, I release his cock from his swim shorts. He’s as hard as steel as I wrap my fingers around him, glancing up at him and licking my lips in an attempt to tease him. Slowly, I drag the tip of my tongue over his head, lapping up the precum beading at the slit. All the while, I hold his gaze, knowing how dangerous teasing a beast might turn out to be.
Isiah’s eyes darken as he glares at me. “No teasing, love.”
Instead of listening to him, I continue my taunting. Only gently licking and sucking at the most sensitive parts of his manhood.
As if like a flick of a switch, everything changes. He takes hold of my head and thrusts himself into my throat, fucking it like an animal. His grip is tighter than a vise and I struggle to breathe, gagging all over him. And yet desire pools between my thighs. Every part of my body wants to pleasure him, which makes little sense.
I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth as he swells, warning me he’s getting closer to orgasm.
“Open that throat for me like a good girl and swallow every drop,” he growls, forcing his cock even deeper into my throat.
My throat works around Isiah as tremors ripple through my body, his hot release spilling into my mouth. He commands me to swallow every drop and I obey, a hot flush of shame coloring my skin. Isiah watches me as he pushes forward one final time before pulling out.
He looms above me with a look of absolute domination and supremacy on his face, making my heart thunder wildly.
“See,” Isiah says in a dark tone, and I’m reminded why trying to deny what lies between us is nothing but foolishness. “Why deny who you truly are? A natural submissive. My submissive.” My breath jams in my throat, heart racing wildly as I wait for what is coming next. Isiah remains silent and still until, finally, he speaks again. “You’re mine now.”
The intensity behind his words and the way he holds me captive in his stare and delves deep into my soul leaves me shivering with helplessness.
Slowly, he steps away from me, letting his last statement linger in the air like a solemn promise; I’m his now. All I can do is watch his retreating figure as he leaves me on my knees like some kind of whore.
I remain there, trembling and overwhelmed by the complicated feelings that swirl inside me for a long time. There’s something about the way he takes control that makes my heart beat faster but also sends chills down my spine. Part of me hates being so helplessly entranced by him, but part of me loves it too.
How can I feel such a powerful connection toward him yet hate the man at the same time?
Everything about Isiah Darcy is a contradiction—dangerous and alluring, intoxicating and frightening. He has cast his spell on me and now I’m spinning aimlessly, unable to escape its grasp. What will happen when our dance is finished? Until then, I’m caught in this whirlwind of opposing emotions.
All I know for sure is that whatever happens next, it will be because of him. I fear that whatever sinister plans he has for me and my family could be far worse than anything I’ve imagined.
29
BELLA
Isiah doesn’t return to the villa until nightfall. The moment he enters, I notice the haunted look in his eyes. I’ve seen that look a few times before.
“Where have you been?” I ask, standing up to face him.
His eyes narrow. “Why do you care? I thought you’d be glad to get away from me.”
