Page 83 of Bitter Lies


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“Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Fucking come for me.”

She arches her hips higher to take me deeper, and a few more circles around her clit has her screaming out of pleasure.

I pound into her harder, determined to hit as deeply as I can to ride her through her orgasm.

She tilts her head back, and I bend to nip at her exposed throat, deep enough to have a scream building in my own chest.

I pause only long enough to pry her off of me and adjust our positions. On my back, I draw her over my lap in reverse and slam home, pulling her hair and pounding into her. The angle gives me a perfect view of her ass, red in spots from my hands.

She lifts off my shaft, and I spank her, sending her muscles jiggling until she impales herself on me again. Again.

“Oh, yes.”

The words are a battle cry, and I pull her hair harder, driving up into her tight little pussy.

Rather than coming inside of her this time, she lets me take control. Lets me take her however I want to take her. What she doesn’t understand is my absolute lack of the stuff when it comes to her. The pleasure is so sharp, so keen, I’m going mad with it.

My own climax is ready to crash through me with each delicate milking of her inner muscles along my shaft.

“Are you close?” she asks in a haggard whisper.

An exhausted smile splits my face. “Why? You getting sore?”

“I want to swallow you down this time.”

Her answer is a shock to me.

I slam home a few more times, hard enough to send my balls slapping up against her, and then pull out.

“I am close,” I admit.

Isabella, red-faced and her skin slicked with sweat, is on her knees between my legs in the next breath. She takes my shaft still covered in her juices, and sucks me into her mouth. I go utterly still at her touch. Seconds, only seconds more, and I’m coming between her lips.

She doesn’t stop until I spill every last drop of cum into her mouth, and when she finally meets my gaze again, she’s smiling. Absolutely proud of what we’ve done together. I’m out of breath and ready to drop. So damn undone by her, I can’t even care about my spent cock. The heat of her wraps me in an embrace, and her scent is around me, inside of me.

“I need you to know.” She pauses only to wipe up a drop of cum leaking from the seam of her lips. “I trust you, Ricardo. I trust you with my life. I know if anyone is going to get us out of this, it’s you.”

I stiffen under the weight of such undeserved praise.

But what comes out instead is, “My heart is yours, Isabella. All yours, for as long as you’ll have me, and more.”

She pushes me onto my back and snuggles at my side with her hand over my heart. “Good. I’ve been waiting for you.”

28

ISABELLA

Whatever happens next, I’m ready for it. Or so I tell myself, even when something heavy lands in the pit of my stomach and the rest of me goes knotted and antsy. I’m bolstering myself for the worst when Ricardo’s phone buzzes. He glances sharply at me before he retrieves it, unlocking the screen.

His scowl deepens the longer I watch, and he averts his gaze when he’s done reading. “It’s time to move.”

The hardness in my gut grows by a thousand pounds. “Where are we going?” Please don’t make me stay here alone.

It’s the worst thing I imagine, being locked in this impenetrable safe house to wait through the fallout and see who comes to get me. Everyone else is equipped to put themselves on the line, but not?—

“Don’t worry,” Ricardo adds. “There’s no way you’re staying behind.”

Finally, he hands off the phone to me and waits for me to read the message from Carter.

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