Page 24 of Come to Bed

I once more did my best to fall asleep.

This time wasn’t nearly as difficult.

Yara was right, I needed this. I needed this man.

I hadn’t felt this satisfied in years. This comfortable. This completely at ease.

And I had every intention of doing it again.

And again.

And again.

Chapter twenty

Oliver

His Isobel

She had been missing for six hours.

Six hours.

Oliver paced their room frantically; he was long since past the point of rational thought. Yara decided it best to get on a flight, leaving shortly after being used as a distraction. If Yara weren’t already halfway back home to California. She would be dead.

“Milo found the room.” Maddox’s words broke through Oliver’s inner plans of premeditated murder. “There’s something else too.”

Oliver glanced at the message Maddox received and cursed, one problem at a time though.

“Her room is on this floor? Are you fucking kidding me?” Oliver marched out of theirs and down the hallway, continuing his rampage until he found the one she was in. He didn’t wait for Maddox. He kicked the door open in one attempt.

His Isobel shot up from the bed.

Oliver took less than a moment to investigate her surroundings. He was towering over her in five seconds. Ten seconds later she was over his shoulder. Sixty seconds after that, he was tossing her onto his bed back in his room.

“What the fuck?” Isobel seethed. “I was perfectly fine.”

Maddox stepped into the room, ended his call, and joined Oliver at his side. “Hotel has been notified of an accident. We will be left alone.” Maddox turned his attention to Isobel. “What have you done?”

“You both keep forgetting I am a grown adult! I can be out of your sight for more than a day without you calling the fucking bomb squad. I don’t need this!” Isobel went to get up, but it was too late. She wouldn’t be leaving this room anytime soon.

Oliver’s hands shot out, keeping her on the bed and he watched as her sleep dress rode up, exposing her swollen pussy. “Who touched you? What did you do?” Oliver’s worry and rage redirected to Isobel. He snatched her sleep dress off her body and took in the sight of her.

Hickeys adorned the left side of her neck. Bruises lined her hips and neck, the clear indentation of fingers. He saw red.

“What the fuck!?” Isobel screeched attempting to cover herself. “You aren’t the boss of me!”

Oliver’s dick jerked in his pants. Anytime she called him boss, it riled him up.

Oliver knew another man had been inside her hours prior, but he didn’t care. It was time. He gave Maddox a nod and Maddox returned it. They began to strip.

“What is going on? I need to shower and get dressed!” Isobel continued to fight against Oliver, but he held her wrists in one hand and finished unbuttoning his pants with the other.

“We wanted to wait until you were ready, but you forced our hand. Do you understand me?” His pants now pushed to the ground, he brought his free hand to her face, squeezing it.

“What is going on? Is this some sort of joke?” Isobel’s typical ferocity turned unsure.

Maddox walked in just his boxers to the bed on the opposite side. “You are ours. No more other men. Do you understand me?”

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