Page 17 of Our Darling Isabelle

“The sound you make as your pussy clenches around my fingers.” His voice is full of hunger, and I gasp, nearly leaning into him. Markus kisses my neck, scraping his teeth over my erratic pulse before biting down. A moan slips from my lips as I press against him, letting him rip the towel away from me. He drags his mouth off me before dropping to his knees in front of me.

This shouldn’t be happening. I’ve been fighting so hard to keep my feelings towards them cold and controlled so that at the end of our agreement, I could truly be free without hesitation. If I didn’t put a stop to it now, then I was going to regret it later when feelings became confusing. When they inevitably threw me out or killed me because I knew too much when they grew tired of me.

“What are you doing, Markus?” I exhale sharply as he catches my leg and drapes it over his shoulder. His hot breath dances over my skin and between my thighs that are already slick.

We need to stop. This can’t happen. I reach down, gripping his hair and intending to pull him away. He knows my intentions and reacts before I can intervene. Markus slams his face into my pussy, sucking my clit before plunging two fingers inside of me. I clutch his head, whimpering while grinding shamelessly on his face while he works me to the edge so fast my head spins. Just as my body tightens, coiled around him, he pulls his hand away and I whimper with need, trying to pull him back to me but the sleeves of his black silk button up. Markus licks his fingers, grinning at me and nodding to the dress that is laid out on the bed behind me.

“Put that on and behave tonight. When we get home, I’ll reward you.” His voice is arrogant as he walks back out of the room, winking over his shoulder before pulling the door shut. I reach for the dress with shaking hands before stopping myself as my brain fog clears. The desire in my body turns to anger and my eyes flick towards the closed door.

Screw him, I’ve had to take care of this specific need by myself for months now and am perfectly capable. Even if it wasn’t as good as when they did it.

I lay back on the bed to finish what he started, just to spite him. I spread my legs wide while I rub my clit in slow circles, dragging my climax back to the surface. My breath is coming out in tense puffs, goosebumps skittering across my flesh. Startled by the creaking door, I quickly sit up and a startled squeal slips through my lips. Markus is standing in front of me, a disappointed scowl on his face.

“I knew you wouldn’t listen.” Markus sighs, replacing my hand with his own. His motions are quicker and more aggressive as he struggles to remain in control. He flicks my clit and I suck in a breath, waiting as the ache only grows.

“Who does this belong to?” He asks, swirling two fingers around my entrance while I swallow the whimper in my throat.

“Fuck you.” I hiss. I’m just making this harder on myself at this point, but I wasn’t going to literally lay down and take it.

“Wrong answer, Belle.” His lips curl into a menacing smile and a shiver runs down my spine. He jerks his hand from between my thighs and the wet sound in the quiet room makes my cheeks flare with heat.

“Get out.” I say, trying to sit up. Markus chuckles, grabbing my throat and pinning my back to the mattress. My eyes are rounded as I struggle to breathe, clawing at his hand while he raises a brow at my theatrics.

“Slow down and breath.” He demands. His hand isn’t cutting off oxygen, but my blood supply is another story. As I finally calm down and lick my dry lips, he drags his fingers through the mess gathering and dripping down my ass. Without warning, he shoves three fingers inside of me and tightens his grip on my neck. My cries are nothing more than strangled gasps as my ass lifts off the bed, the burning stretch only being soothed by his fingers curling inside of me.

“You belong to the Barone’s. Say it.” He growls above me, his eyes wild with desire.

“Yes. I’m yours.” My voice is a pathetic whimper as I feel my release building. I’d probably agree to being a dog and bark at this point just to get off. When the fuck did I get so desperate?

“You want to get off? You find me or Alec. This,” He curls his fingers harder, hitting right where I need him. I nod against his grip, my traitorous body loving the way he commands it, while my mind fights that this is all wrong. I grip his arm that holds my throat, panting as my orgasm bursts through me. My entire body hums with wave after wave of pleasure, until I’m a whimpering mess on the bed while he peppers kisses along my neck. He leans back, sucking his fingers clean and looking at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s tasted. This man is going to devour me one day if I don’t get away. A swipe of hard fabric between my thighs jolts me and I jerk away. Markus rolls his eyes and waves my discarded t-shirt in the air.

“Just cleaning up my messy pussy. Calm down, baby.” He winks, his eyes dropping back down between my thighs. My blush deepens at his filthy words. I clamp my legs shut, and he shakes his head with an unreadable expression. Way to go Isabelle, you didn’t even make it four months before letting one of them finger bang you. I watch in fascination when the spiderweb on his neck ripples with a hard swallow as his eyes memorize every inch of my naked body.

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.” Markus warns me, helping me sit up before pulling the dress over my head. The material is stretchy, thankfully, because it is like a second skin. My eyes round when he has to yank it over my breasts and wide hips, the hem sitting just under my ass. The thick spaghetti straps do a good job of holding the girls in place, but this dress is a hazard at best.

“This dress was a bad idea.” He groans, reaching between my legs again. I hiss in a breath, squeezing my thighs together to grip his hand as his fingertips brush my wet lips, parting them to flick my poor clit. If he gets between my thighs again, I’ll beg him for more than just his fingers, and that scares me.

“Where are we going that I have to wear something this tight and skimpy?” I try to focus, but when he pulls his hand away, I almost drag it back. Traitorous body.

“You’re coming with us to the casino. Alec has business to take care of and I want to take you out for dinner and dancing. Might even drag you into a private dance room.” He grins and winks at me, making me roll my eyes as I push past him to open my dresser as I dig out a pair of panties.

“I’m not dancing with anyone, or for anyone. But dinner sounds fun.” I pull the panties on and turn to see Markus frowning at my crotch as I adjust the dress. The obvious tent in his pants makes me bite my lip as he adjusts himself, taking satisfaction in how wild I seem to drive him. He offers me his arm, holding me while slipping my heels on like I’m a princess. These heels would make running a nightmare, so if I have time to make a break for it, I’ll be doing it barefoot. We leave the room, heading through the house towards the front door, and Markus’ arm wrapped in mine tenses up as if he could read my mind.

“You run from me, and I’ll give you more punishment than pleasure when I catch you.” His voice is deep, the threat more of a promise. I just swallow, nodding my head and giving him a fake smile as he opens the front door for me. Markus drops his hand to my lower back, guiding me with comforting pressure to where Jared stands beside the black SUV. Jared raises an eyebrow at my outfit, shaking his head before opening the door for me.

“You look lovely, princess.” He says with a kind smile. After thanking him, I slid into the back seat next to Alec, and he gives me a confused once over.

“Didn’t know this was a two for one date.” I say to Alec, admiring how handsome he looks. Wearing the exact same all black outfit that Markus wears.

“Do you guys just share one closet or something?” I mumble, looking back and forth between them. Markus snorts, resting a hand on my thigh as Jared drives us through the open gate. We had an agreement that I would give two years of my life to protect my mother, but finally getting a taste of freedom makes my thoughts drift back to running away. Markus’ grip tightens on my thigh, and I look up into his eyes, his lip curled in a predatory smile.

“Planning on making tonight interesting, Belle?” He asks, using his chosen nickname for me. I roll my eyes, shaking my head.

“Calm down, I’m just enjoying the change of view.” I pat his hand and he relaxes a fraction beside me.

“You know what happens when you lie, darling.” Alec whispers beside me and I cross my arms defiantly. He chuckles at my reaction and places his palm on the leg that Markus isn’t gripping as if it’s his lifeline.

“Why is she here?” Alec asks his brother over my head. Irritation flickers when he talks about me while I’m sitting right here.

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