Page 10 of Our Darling Isabelle

As the orgasm fades and he pulls my panties back to cover me, mortification sets in over what just happened. What the fuck is wrong with me? Markus stands and leans over me, a smirk on his face. He sucks the fingers that were just inside of me, popping them out of his mouth audibly before reaching for the belt. Somehow, my cheeks burn even hotter as I try to compose my swirling thoughts. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slips my hands from their captivity. His stare burns me while I fight to avoid it, instead looking at the thin red marks on my wrist. A physical reminder of what I had just done.

“At a loss for words?” Markus asks, amusement apparent in his voice. I shake my head and stand on unsteady legs, smoothing my skirt back down.

“Do not touch me, ever again.” I say between gritted teeth. He is quiet for a moment before snorting at my words and leaning close to my ear.

“I’m a little disappointed that I was wrong. You didn’t taste sweet at all.” He whispers before walking out and leaving me to bask in my humiliation.

Chapter 9—Alec

Slamming down my empty coffee mug, I adjust myself in my pants again. Hearing her whimper while Markus devoured her yesterday was such a sweet sound, I couldn’t walk away. I looked in the room just in time to see him push her panties back to cover her. My mind can’t stop imagining her lips screaming my name as she begs me to give her exactly what she needs. A fucking attitude change, for starters.

“She already got in your head, too?” Jared scoffs, walking past me and motioning to the obvious bulge in the front of my pants.

“Mind your damn business, Jared.” I snap at him, snatching up the coffeepot to refill my mug. He just laughs as he heads for the door.

“Is pretty boy coming along too?” he asks, just as Markus comes thundering down the stairs with a scowl on his face. I sip on the bitter black coffee and watch him as he stomps around like a child.

“Fuck you,” Markus says to him. Jared lets out another boisterous laugh and shakes his head as he walks out of the kitchen and heads to the door.

“She is going to really make you pay for taking her, ain’t she?” Jared says before unlocking the front door and stepping out. Markus adjusts his gun in his waistband and gives me a dry look.

“She told me off,” He grumbles.

“Thought you liked that she is a ‘spitfire’ or whatever you called it,” I say. He rolls his eyes and yanks his jacket from its post as Miranda walks in, glaring at him.

“She is a lady, and you will mind your manners. I just woke her up and the poor thing looks like she’s ready to run already.” Miranda scolds him, pointing the handle of her broom at him while he feigns a pout.

“I’m sorry Mimi, you’re right.” He says, and she buys into it, patting his cheek affectionately.

“You boys come back in one piece, and I’ll keep an eye on her while we do some gardening today.” She says to me before rubbing her knee with a pained expression.

“Miranda, I wish you would let us hire somebody else to do the cleaning.” I say. She shoots me an angry look. “Absolutely not, boy. It has always been my job to care for you, plus I would get bored out in that little shack in the backyard.” She says.

“Hey, we offered to build it bigger, but you said no.” Markus whines and she laughs at him.

“I am just teasing, plus now I have some help. So go on, finish your business before dinner.” She motions us out of the kitchen and through the front door with a fond smile on her face.

My brother and I climb into the back seat, while Jared takes the front passenger and sets the GPS up for our first business meeting of the day. Our driver pulls up towards the gates as they slowly creak open. Markus groans beside me, “Son of a bitch,” He hisses. I look out his window to see Isabelle running barefoot towards the open gate we are passing through. He pops the lock and jumps out the door while Jared laughs hysterically. Our driver slams the brakes with a sigh, not even questioning what’s happening. I climb out and walk around to lean on the trunk and watch the scene unfold.

Isabelle skids to a stop as four of our men come up behind her. I wave my hand, signaling for them to step back and wait. Markus has an animalistic gleam in his eyes as she gives him a look of rage. Her tight purple tank is as rumpled as her hair, and she shifts her weight on her bare feet. She’s not very good at planning her escapes, obviously.

“I’m begging you to run,” Markus’ voice is so low I’m not sure if she can hear him, but from the widening of her eyes, I’m guessing she did. She wipes her palms on her jeans and swings her eyes to me, panic obvious in them as she looks back to Markus. Seeing her hands shaking from fear shoots right to my cock and it strains painfully against the zipper. She says to my brother, voice shaking, “I will never stop running from you.” Knowing how this will end for her, I just shake my head and bite down a smile.

“I will never stop chasing you, hunting you down like my prey. Until the day comes when you’re begging me to catch you, to mark your pretty skin.” He smiles maliciously at her, stepping closer and she stumbles backwards. Isabelle shakes her head in denial, biting her lip.

“Just spank her and send her tanned tail back inside. We are going to be late. They are expecting you, Markus.” Jared calls, ducking back into the front passenger seat. Markus excitedly cracks his neck and advances on her. The poor girl does exactly what he wanted, she turns to run back toward the house.

“Go with Jared. You’re the one who set up these meetings. Let me deal with her today.” I say. He hesitates, squinting at me, and I grit my jaw at the idea my brother thinks I would ever hurt her. “I’ll be nice.” As I reassure him, he snorts with laughter and nods slightly while turning to glance at her. I pushed him toward the car and strolled back into the house to find our hidden pet.

I stroll down the stairs after ensuring there is no one in the house and lock both front and back doors. I take my time making her squirm or giving her a false sense of security, while a sick joy at the idea of punishing her blooms inside me. It takes no time at all for me to spot the flipped-up corner of the rug in the sitting room, suggesting someone had tripped over it. I bite back a smile as I nudge it back down with my shoe before flopping onto the large black recliner that was pushed away from the wall just a hair further than before.

Using my weight, I shove it backwards and Isabelle lets out a muffled cry. Chuckling as she struggles to wiggle free, I lean my head back and glance down at where she is on her hands and knees, pinned in place.

“Markus may enjoy these games, but unfortunately for us, I get to deal with you today. I don’t play games, pet.” I spit the last word, my tone cold, and she stops her useless struggle and tries to look over her shoulder at me.

“You shouldn’t have tried to run away. Now, I wonder what your punishment should be?” I mumble and she huffs.

“Just let me up and I’ll go help Miranda.” She whimpers, but I can tell it’s fake. I roll my eyes as I get up and walk around the side of the chair to stand behind her. She freezes while I lean over her and brush my fingers through her hair like I’ve wanted to do since I saw her swinging the lamp like a lunatic. Unable to stop, I drag my hand down her back and over the curve of her ass as she drops her head forward.

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