Page 49 of His to Hold

“Isabella.” I reach out to her. “Come back to bed. This is silly.”

She pushes her lips into a pout. “No, I have to try something, Antonio. Silence didn’t work, but why would it? You don’t value my opinion. My only use to us is as a warm hole to fuck.”

Sitting up in bed, I shake my head. “Isabella, that is not true.”

“Really?” She folds her arms across her chest as she adopts an aggressive stance.

“Yes, really. I care what you think, but what’s going on with my mother is family business.”

Isabella huffs out an indignant breath. “So I’m not part of the family?”

Fuck, I am digging myself in deep here. I get out of bed and go to Isabella. She backs off a step as I reach her, but I don’t let her retreat farther. Grabbing her hand, I pull her close. I drape my arms over her shoulders to hold her in place.

“Of course you’re part of the family,” I assure her. “But this situation has blindsided me, Isabella.”

She shoots me a sympathetic smile. “I get that, but did you think she was going to sit around mourning your father for the rest of her life? Ava’s still got years ahead of her. She has needs.”

My mouth twists. I do not want to think about that. “Drop the subject, Isabella.”

With surprising force, Isabella pushes me away from her. “Why did you bring me here, Antonio?”

I didn’t bring her here. She followed me from Westport, but I know that’s not what she’s asking.

“I want you.”

“For what? To look pretty on your arm and suck your dick on command?”

My jaw twitches. I don’t like her talking that way. “No, Isabella, I want you here as my wife, to be the woman by my side.”

She looks down at the floor. “It doesn’t seem that way.”

Emotional conversations are not my forte. I don’t have the right words to make things better with Isabella right now. I can show her how I feel. Pulling her close once more, I put a finger beneath her chin and tilt her face toward me. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. It’s an unconscious sign of her eagerness to be kissed. I’m happy to oblige.

The moment my lips touch hers, a primal desire to claim her fires through my veins. Knowing that’s not what Isabella needs right now, I hold myself back. When she parts her lips for me, I stroke my tongue over hers. This tenderness doesn’t come naturally to me. From the earliest age, I was taught to be ruthless. Though my father told me such qualities don’t belong in a marriage, it’s hard for me to rein in my urge to take what I want.

As Isabella winds her arms around my neck, I carefully untie the knotted belt at her waist. It’s like unwrapping a present as I part the edges of her gown to reveal her incredible body. No matter how often I look at her, I will never get enough of those long, lean legs and her perfect breasts.

Slipping the robe off her shoulders, I watch her face closely as I run my fingers along the cleft between her legs. Her mouth drops open as I caress her intimate flesh. As I slide two fingers inside her, Isabella gasps. She grabs my wrist, anchoring herself rather than trying to push me away.

There’s something intoxicating about the quiet moans she emits. I’ve held men’s lives in my hands, but nothing makes me feel more powerful than knowing I can make this woman come apart.

Circling my thumb over her clit, I fuck her with my fingers until her breathing is ragged and her head lolls back. When she sways, I withdraw my fingers from her sweet pussy, pick her up and drop her onto the bed. She bounces once and then lies there, legs spread, looking up at me with a slight smile on her rosy lips.

I grab her ankles and lift her feet to rest on my shoulders as I shove my cock into her.

“Bella,” I groan as she clenches around me.

“Tony, please.”

Though it just about kills me, I hold myself still, buried deep inside her. “Please what, Bella?”

“Fuck me, Tony.”

“Whatever you command.”

I rut her like a wild animal, taking her with savage thrusts until she’s panting with need. Each moan she emits makes my spine tingle. I’m not going to last, but I’ll be damned if I’ll come before she does.

Pulling out of Isabella, I flip her over onto all fours and drive into her from behind. I smack her ass hard as she pushes her hips back to meet me. The air fills with whimpers, moans, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her upright as I continue to fuck her from behind.

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