Page 13 of Our Darling Isabelle

Opening the curtain forcefully, Alec spins me around and buries his hand in my hair to jerk my head back. He hooks his arm under my left knee, lifting it to spread my legs painfully while shoving me against the window. Alec’s cum and mine are still coating me as it smears across the window as he puts me on display for his brother. Some part of me feels disgusting, but a needy ache builds in my core and my breath catches in my throat.

Grinding his hips against my ass, he crushes my body to the glass while I stare down at Markus. The cold glass makes my nipples harden fast and my throat locks onto my breath when I realize anyone could stumble across us. The thought excites me more than I want to admit, almost as much as the hunger in Markus’ eyes when he looks up at me.

Markus shakes his head slowly before running for the front door while Alec’s laughter fans my hair.

“You are such an asshole!” I yell at him, not even fighting to get free of his grip. He just carries me to the bed and tosses me onto my back.

“Better just get used to it, darling. You belong to us now.” He says possessively.

Chapter 11—Markus

Itear my shirt off before I even barge through Alec’s door without bothering to knock and grin when I see her laying on the bed. She is propped up on her elbows, cheeks bright red as she pants angrily. Her foot is firmly pressed to Alec’s chest, her breasts bouncing every time he shoves against her hold. The look on his face is nothing short of ravenous, as he reaches between her legs to stroke his fingertips over her. Isabelle sucks in a sharp breath, sinking into his touch. That’s when I realize the pink handprint on his face and a dull anger wells up inside me.

“Did he hurt you, Belle?” I asked, even if I doubt he would.

“No.” She snaps at the same time Alec says “Yes.” I grin at them even if they don’t see it. Neither one has broken their stare down yet. Alec lunges forward, bending her knee back until it presses to her shoulder, and she cries out, slapping him again. Alec’s lips curl up on the corner before he shoves his fingers into her, making her cry out in pleasure this time.

Her breathy moans fill the room, making my jaw clench at the sound. My cock presses painfully against the inside of my pants, begging to be free.

“She’s still sore and dripping my cum everywhere. Be gentle with our little pet.” Alec tells me before pulling away from her. She gives a frustrated whine and tries to sit up, but I step in front of her, shaking my head once. She shrinks back into the bed with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m not your pet. Neither one of you owns me.” She spits the words at me. Alec barks a cruel laugh while pulling his jeans on before throwing a shirt over his shoulder.

“Yes, we do, darling.” Alec says with a bitter tone. “I’m going to speak with Jared. Come find us when you are done.” He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

“I knew he would be just as obsessed with you as I am, my sweet Isabelle.” My words are a quiet murmur and I watch her squirm under my gaze. Her hands cover her breasts and I roll my eyes, swatting her still cuffed hands away.

“Don’t hide from me. Or I’ll make you walk around naked.” I grit through clenched teeth and her eyes widen a moment before she gets a mischievous smirk.

“I’m sure all your men would love that.” She purrs the words and jealousy heats my blood. I grab the back of her knees and drag her to the edge of the bed with a low growl.

“Anyone who laid eyes on you would die at my hand while you kneel at my feet. Don’t push me.” I snarl the words, making her flinch back as fear mixed with hunger flash across her face. I take her cuffed hands, pinning them above her head and push myself between her knees. Her eyes are locked onto my every movement, making me so hard it hurts.

Alec was right about her being sore. I drag my fingers through the hot mess between her thighs and groan when she tenses around my fingers as I tease her. Her pink pussy is swollen, and new bruises mark her hips. I pull my hand away and shove my fingers into her open mouth, making her eyes widen in surprise. She swirls her tongue around them before biting down, hard. My lip curls as my eye lids droop, my girl would soon find out how much pain turned me on.

I tear my dress slacks button open, shoving my pants to my ankles with one hand while shoving my fingers deeper into her mouth. She gags and chokes on my hand before shoving my arm away. Tears drip down her cheeks, and I press a kiss over each one, licking my lips before capturing her mouth with my own. Isabelle moans into the kiss, bucking her hips up to grind against me. Her movements slow when I pull back and I watch the way she stares wide eyed at my cock, licking her lips.

She rocks her hips, looking up at me with hooded eyes and whimpering my name, “Markus.” I press myself to her dripping pussy, slamming my hips forward to fill her. She cries out, dropping her legs open further for me. She’s so tight, I almost feel bad for not taking my time until she smiles, biting her lip.

I nearly fall apart right there, sliding slowly in and out of her. Isabelle starts panting, raising her hips up harder against me and I lean down to press my lips to her neck, biting at the soft skin. She arches her neck to give me better access, eager for both pain and pleasure. My sweet and innocent girl doesn’t know what I know, but I’m determined to show her. A fragment of her soul mirrors my own twisted being, craving to be consumed in pain and desire.

“My little Belle, tell me how you want to be fucked.” My voice is just above a snarl as I fight to restrain myself. I sit back on my knees and look between our bodies, watching my thick length disappear inside of her with a sick obsession. Just as she climbed under my skin, I bury myself inside of hers and she will never escape us.

“Harder.” she whispers under me with bright eyes. With a twisted grin, I pull my hips back until we are barely connected and lift her ass off the bed to shove pillows under her. I wait until her breathing slows, and she twitches under me in anticipation before slamming back into her. Isabelle’s mouth drops open in a silent scream when I continue pulling out, just to drive back into her as hard as I can. Isabelle’s entire body jumps with every thrust and her moans have changed from my name to something incoherent.

“The next time you run from me, I’ll be the one to catch you. The one to pin you under me just like this and fuck you however I please.” I snarl, gripping the inside of her thighs and spreading them wider until she tenses under me. I use my thumb to roll her clit, bringing her to the edge just to watch her fall. Her mouth drops open as she arches off the bed. I feel her orgasm grip my cock as if trying to pull me deeper, her lips crying my name as she reaches ecstasy.

“Oh, God.” She cries out and I grin, keeping up my brutal pace while fighting my own release.

“For you Belle, I would be your God.” I promise her. Isabelle’s eyes blink open as she bucks under me, clinging to my shoulders as I cage her in with my arms on either side of her head. The prick of her nails on my shoulders barely registers, a primal part of me flares alive with the need to mark her as mine. I keep my weight off her while biting at her soft throat hard enough to bruise when I chase my pleasure right after hers and she presses her chest to mine. My release fills her, making a bigger mess between us as my thrusts slow.

Isabelle whimpers under me and I pry my teeth away, smiling at the mark I left, and she winces. For a moment I worry that I have hurt her, but she pokes at my stinging shoulder.

“I kind of tore you up. Also, that’s the second time somebody has cum inside me.” She grumbles. Jealousy flares in my chest for a brief second before I give her a lopsided grin when I realize she means Alec and me.

“Are we the only ones to fill this pretty pussy?” I ask, making her blush and shiver, reminding me I’m still buried inside her.

“I’ve had sex before.” She says, sounding almost embarrassed.

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