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And maybe that’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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Her cunt squeezes my fingers so tight I can barely move them in and out of her as I drag her orgasm from her body.
Isla’s head pushes back into the mattress, allowing me free rein of her body. And I run with it. I suck, lick, and bite every inch of skin I can reach, desperate to cover her in my marks.
The need to claim her is so strong I can barely think through it, and I know I won’t be settled until I’ve claimed every single part of my spitfire.
She doesn’t realize how true the words I’ve spoken are. There’s nowhere she can run, nowhere she can hide from me, that I won’t find her. She’s mine, and I won’t allow anyone to take her from me, not even her.
Isla’s body goes slack, and I pull my hand from her panties and jeans before making quick work of removing her clothes. She’s more compliant as she comes down from her orgasm than she will be when she allows her thoughts back in, and I’d rather have her naked before that happens.
I press kisses to every piece of skin I uncover, and even though I had her naked body pressed against me all night, it still feels like too long since I’ve seen her.
She blinks down at me as I pull her boots from her feet and tug her pants and underwear down in one quick movement, but she makes no move to stop me. Perhaps she realizes it would be pointless. Or maybe she’s too boneless to execute an escape right now.
“Look at your pretty pussy, spitfire,” I groan, palming my aching cock through my jeans. No woman has ever had to ability to tear my composure from my hands and stomp on it, but Isla does, whether she realizes it yet or not. “So puffy and begging for my cock.”
Her eyes flare with a mixture of fear and heat, but she pushes herself up before I can decipher it. At first, I think she’s going to make a run for it, which would only make my cock pulse harder for her, but instead she crawls across the mattress, pulling her shirt over her head and leaving her in nothing but a black lacy bra.
Fuck.
She surprises me at every turn, and for someone who has always hated them, I find myself longing for whatever the hell she’s going to spring on me next.
I step backward until the backs of my legs hit the armchair in the corner and I drop into it, watching with bated breath as Isla tracks my every move.
Slowly, making sure she catches every movement, I unbuckle my belt and make quick work of undoing my pants before pulling my cock free of the confines.
I fist my length in my hand, giving it a few quick pumps while watching the blush bloom across Isla’s cheeks. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s like this. Unfiltered. Carefree. Breathless.
“Why don’t you come over here and show me what that pretty mouth can do other than backchat me?” I smirk.
Her eyes flash with defiance, but then they’re back on my cock and she slips off the bed, taking a step toward me.
“No,” I growl.
Her mouth pops open in confusion, but she stops in her tracks, waiting for whatever I’m about to instruct her to do.
“On your knees,” I command, and she complies almost immediately, not allowing herself to overthink what I’m asking her to do, and that thought brings a satisfied smile to my lips. She’s going to learn that when I say jump, she’ll do it without hesitation. I’m not a patient man, and while I’m learning to be with her, sex is not a time that I will compromise.
I groan and fist my cock tighter. She looks like a fucking dream on her knees for me, waiting for her next order that she’ll follow without hesitation.
“Crawl.”
Her eyes flare with conflict, and for a moment I wonder if she is going to argue. She’ll be crawling regardless, but part of the reason I’ve grown so obsessed with her is because of her fire. It’s because she’s rebellious and a little reckless. She’s wild just as much as she is cautious.
She drops onto her hands and knees and slowly moves toward me, her eyes dropping onto the carpet beneath her. But that just won’t do.
“Eyes on me, Isla,” I growl.
She snaps her gaze up to mine, and I see the extent of her blush as it spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, but there’s something else in her eyes. Something I wasn’t sure my spitfire was capable of. Submission.
When she comes to a stop between my thighs, her face level with my cock, it takes everything in me not to immediately force it into her mouth. I may have come this morning, but I’ve felt theneed to fuck her face since the first time I saw her, and I’m barely holding onto my composure as it is.
“Hands behind your back. Do not move them under any circumstances. Do you understand?”
