Page 46 of Dangerous Beginnings

“Keep them there.”

I slowly make my way down her neck, running my lips alongside her collarbone. I have not been able to get her out of my head. This tonight is going to set things in motion. But I can’t stop myself, I’m not in control. I am a reckless beast when it comes toher. My finger brushes over her panties.Fuck, my finger brushes against the drenched silk of her panties.

Isabella

A soft moan leaves my lips as his breath trails down my neck. I squeeze the soft fabric above me. A feeling I have not felt before fills me. It feels hot, it feels good and bad all at once. He trails down my body until my stomach. Another moan escaped my lips.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what? Tell me,love.” His words ring through me like a warm river, making me hot inside. I’m not thinking straight, not even thinking at all.

“Touch me please.”

His fingers slowly circle over my panties, making me whimper. I curl my toes and throw my head back as I try to lean further into his touch. His lips brushed alongside my panties. Suddenly with one swift move, his hand finds its way around my throat,pushing me into the bed. My hands clasped around his hand, trying to move it with force. It’s no use, his hand is like a wall. I panic slightly. His eyes are set on mine as I breathe heavily.

“You have invited me in Isabella, now there is no turning back.”

His grip around my throat tightens. I choke as my vision becomes a little blurry. Combined with the wine I feel like I am not quite here. Suddenly with his other hand, he pulls my panties aside and a finger enters me. A loud moan escapes me. He starts to slowly pull out again while staring straight at me. “Are you going to be an obedient girl for me solnyshko?”

I whimper as I push an answer out of my throat with not much air getting into me, “Y-yes.”

“Very good,” and with that he pushes into me again. Pleasure fills me. My nails scrape against his inked skin, holding me in place by my throat.

“Are you going to provoke me again?” His grip tightens even more, making it hard to speak. “No.”

Another thrust. I move my hips up towards him. I want more, I need more. Slowly he picks up the pace while adding another finger. Pleasure overtakes my sense of ratio and in this very moment, I would obey his every command.

“Are you going to cover for me and obey?”

I whimper, my body in a state of pleasure, “Yes.”

Betrayal. I am a traitor. For the next few minutes I don’t fight him, I let him consume me.

My climax is closing in on me as he releases my throat, grabbing the back of my neck and making me look straight into his eyes. “Please,” I pant as my hands fist the sheets. My skin is turning hot.

“Who do you belong to now?”

“You,” I answer in a whisper while reaching my climax.

My breath speeds up and my vision becomes a mix of blur andpleasure. His low and dark chuckle fills my ears and bloodline. His DNA is all over my body.

“Very, very good. You may come for me solnyshko.”

I want to, and even if I didn’t, I’m trapped under him, against him, and with his fingers inside me. Everything I swore to myself I would never do. I squirm and moan, every sound ever leaving my lips. His thumb on my clit is suddenly more intense, and I cry out sharply as my orgasm hits me hard, like a pillow full of bricks. My toes curl against the sheets as my back arches. I come with his finger on my clit.

Chapter 30

Sinner

Isabella

I have committed a cardinal sin.

His cologne lingers on my bed sheets, but he isn’t there. It’s the next morning and after last night the wine pulled me into a big slumber. I just now woke up; the kitchen is cleaned, and the apartment looks fresh. He cleaned my place before he made his way out.

I don’t know what to feel. Guilty, shameful, scared, or good. I have never been touched by a man. And for my first man to be touching me I had to choosehim. Of course. I stare at my panties on the floor beside my bed. Something in my stomach crawls. I close my eyes as I rethink last night. My cheeks are staining red at the thought. What was I thinking? I even gave him my fucking permission. He asked for it and I gave it. I mentally slap myself in the face.

I rub my hands over my face in frustration. What the hell now? I just go to work and casually pretend like nothing is wrong and all while I’m going to have to cover for him? What does he even mean by that? Is he just using me and getting rid of me later once he gets what he needs? Multiple questions fill my head and they make me anxious. They make me regret my actions. But when I think back about last night my stomach fills again, and I cannot deny, I felt good.

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