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As I continue to hold her hair and thrust inside her, I can't help but feel a sense of ownership – a powerful and primal sensation that both frightens and excites me. Is this what love feels like? This fierce possessiveness, this overwhelming desire to claim her completely as my own?
"Isabella, you're mine," I growl, unable to contain the raw emotion coursing through me.
"I'm all yours, Stefano," she answers, her words a mixture of declaration and surrender.
It's in this moment that I realize how deeply intertwined our lives have become, how inseparable we are from one another. Despite all the danger and uncertainty surrounding us, there's one thing I know for certain: I will do whatever it takes to protect her, to keep her safe and by my side.
As Isabella's moans grow louder and her body tenses beneath me, I can feel the urgency building within us both. We're so close to the edge now, and I know it won't be long before we're over. Our breathing becomes ragged, our movements more desperate.
I clutch her hair with one hand, and grip her waist with the other, making sure that when I slam into her body, over and over again, she stays in place. I give it to her, as deep as I can.
"Yes, just like that," she breathes out, her voice suddenly reaching a fever pitch.
Isabella cries out my name as her orgasm hits her with full force, her tight walls quivering around me. As she cries out in repeated ecstasy, a sudden realization hits me – I'm not wearing a condom, and my dick is throbbing to erupt.
"Dear god!" I curse under my breath, pulling out just in time.
I cum onto her back, hot and sticky against her flushed skin. For a moment, we both lie there, panting and trembling from the intensity of our release.
I clean her, gently. And then, pull her into my arms. I can't help but be struck by the tenderness she holds, the way she looks at me with such understanding and compassion.
It's clear that she doesn't blame me for all that's happened between us, but the weight of responsibility still hangs heavy on my shoulders. How I didn't stand up for her, when I should have.
As we lay entwined in each other's arms, I can't shake the feeling that this is just the beginning of a long and treacherous journey for both of us. The Capo's true motives remain shrouded in mystery, and our lives are tangled up in a web of danger and deceit.
"Isabella," I murmur. "I will help you escape. I will find out what the Capo wants of you."
"No, Stefano," she says, furiously. "This is my battle. Don't interfere."
I smile. The Isabella I first met, the tigress, is out to play, and the way she says it tells me I shouldn't fuck up her plans by meddling.
Chapter 27
Isabella
Iwaketosunlightstreaming through the slatted blinds. Stefano’s broad shoulders are silhouetted against the window as he speaks rapid Italian into his phone. His voice is tense, worried.
I sit up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist. My hair tumbles down my back in dark waves. Stefano glances over, pressing the phone to his chest.
"Buongiorno, bella," he greets me good morning. His eyes trail down my body appreciatively before snapping back to meet my gaze. "Sleep well?"
I nod, pulling the sheet up higher. My cheeks flush under his stare.
Stefano turns back to the window, resuming his conversation. I slide from the bed, covering myself with the sheet, and pad across the cool tile floor to the bathroom.
When I return, Stefano has ended the call.
"What's going on?"
He smiles. "Major repairs. Should take about a week.You'll have to stay here with me, under my protection."
My pulse quickens. A week alone with Stefano, our attraction growing.
"A whole week?" I ask, feigning nonchalance.
Stefano's expression is guarded. "Yes. I will keep you safe, Isabella."
His vow is meant to reassure me, but unease coils in my stomach. A week is a long time for secrets to surface. For desires to be indulged. For old wounds to be torn open. For him to get himself in trouble for me.
