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My breath is heavy as she wraps her legs tightly around me, allowing me deeper access to her body. I reach between us, stroking her clit as we both reach for the stars—it doesn’t take long before she’s shuddering violently beneath me, reaching her orgasm.
And the way her muscles grip me hard shatters me into pieces. I growl against her skin as I come apart, my cock pulsing as I shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside her. I don’t stop until I’m certain her pussy is well and truly bred. The idea of her getting pregnant with my baby at this moment drives me wild. Bella would be so fucking beautiful growing big and round with my child.
It’s a ridiculous notion, since I have never even thought about becoming a father. The idea always repulsed me a little, and yet I can’t help but think of it now. With her, I want everything. Something I never even dared to consider.
What the hell is she doing to me?
31
ISIAH
It’s clear that my desire for Bella is untamable, but even more concerning is the way she’s making me reconsider my intent to kill her along with the rest of her family.
Her paintings are beautiful. I have encouraged her to paint every day, partially because she loves it and partially for selfish reasons, as she lights up when she paints. Her already goddess like appearance becomes otherworldly and I could watch her paint every day until the day I die. In fact, that’s exactly what I intend to do. There’s a certainty inside me that I can’t harm my wife, no matter what her last name used to be. She’s a Darcy now and I will protect her as my only family. However, the same can’t be said for the rest of her family.
I don’t exactly like the way she’s making me feel. I don’t feel, not since Aiden died. It’s as if she’s deconstructing the walls of steel I’ve built around my heart and soul.
Slowly, it feels like she’s coming around to the idea of us, too. The sex is even better now that she’s stopped resisting and coming around to the idea of being my submissive.
Ever since dinner on the first night, she’s been different. We’ve had many pleasant days, chatting as if we were good friends. I regret not booking two weeks rather than one, as the days are counting down and we only have two more until we’ll be on our way back to Washington. The question is, will it remain this way once we’re back home and no longer in paradise?
Bella walks beside me in contemplative silence. And, I hate that this is going so well, as it makes it even more difficult to consider destroying her along with the rest of her family.
My intention was to marry her, and then kill her along with the rest of her family, and yet I can’t imagine harming a hair on her head.
“Are you enjoying it here?” I ask, genuinely wondering how she’s feeling about this holiday and our marriage.
She glances at me, smiling softly. “It is beautiful. And you can be pleasant company when you’re not acting like an asshole.”
I chuckle. “Does that mean you’re starting to like me?”
“Don’t push it.” She gazes toward the water villa that we’re quickly approaching. “This place is paradise. And I love walking around the island. It’s so small.”
It’s paradise being with her, something I never expected. Ever since Aiden died, I’ve been singled-minded. Focused on nothing but my revenge plan to make the Benedetto family pay. However, being here with Bella has made me think about life after I exact my revenge and sickeningly, I like the idea of it involving her.
“I’m exhausted,” I admit.
She shrugs. “I’m not too tired.”
I arch a brow. “What are you suggesting?”
Her cheeks flush. “Nothing.”
It’s clear that ever since we arrived here, her willingness to have sex has grown each day. And now, I can tell she’s basically dying for it.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. “I need to get cleaned up.”
Her brow furrows. “It’s still early. There’s another two hours until the sun sets.”
Rubbing my hand across the back of my neck, I shake my head. “After walking, God knows how many miles, I’m ready to put my feet up for a couple of hours.”
She sighs. “Fine, I guess we have done a lot of walking.”
“Maybe you can give me a foot massage.”
“As I said earlier, don’t push it.”
I chuckle as we walk together side by side along the last stretch of beach to the bridge that leads to our water villa. Bella pauses on the wooden walkway and gazes down at hundreds of colorful fish below. “They are so beautiful here. I’ve never seen so many fish in one place before.”
