Page 51 of The Heir

I pull my shirt away and drop it to the floor, turning to face the giant white freestanding tub. The water is tepid, and there's a tiny bit of steam coming off the top that holds the scent of eucalyptus. My favorite.

I carefully step into the water, wouldn't want to slip and drown us before we even get started. Taking my time soaking in the tub, I enjoy the intimacy between us, listening to the sound of the water as I squeeze it on her, bathing us both. Making sure to be gentle between her legs. The scream she let out when I first thrust in her was quite intense. My dick stirs between us, remembering her shocked look when she looked down and saw how big I was.

I lean my head back on the lip of the tub and take a deep breath. “Hey Alexa, call Gustavo."

He comes over the intercom. “Yes sir?"

“G, forward me the feed from the garage from tonight.”

“Coming right up, sir.”

Draining the tub, I work to wrap her in a towel, making my way to my bed and lay her down, covering her back up and taking her hair clip out. Her copper hair looks so beautiful against the cream colored pillows. I eye her sleeping peacefully and grab my phone, toweling off my hair, ignoring the sting in my scalp where she scratched me trying to rip my hair out.

Feisty witch.

I grab the snack tray and put it on my nightstand, not even bothering to wake Isobel up. I'm sure she wouldn't like that. Pulling up the security video Gustavo sent me, I lean back into the pillows against theheadboard, tuck my arm behind my head and watch the events unfold that happened tonight.

I see myself jump out the way after she sends a crystal tumbler flying at my head, and the glass shatters in the vehicle next to me. I reach in grabbing her arm, and she grabs me back, planting her feet against the doorway on the inside of the car. I see myself back up a foot, making some headway with getting her out the vehicle, and I harden again, seeing the shadow of her pussy appear in the doorway as her knees bend all the way before she reaches quickly to snatch up my hair.

The absolute feral look on her face makes me shiver as we struggle against each other for several seconds before I push her in and climb in after her.

I fight back a chuckle as the limo rocks hard, and from memory I know it’s because I tackled her. The limo continues to rock as we fight against each other, and pretty soon the rocking turns violent and stays that way for almost an hour until I see her arm shoot out from the door.

A wicked smile tips my mouth at her trying and failing to reach for freedom.

Somewhere along the video I pulled out my dick and began pumping violently at the memory of her tight cunt squeezing me to death, but the sight of her hand reaching helplessly has the first hot spurt of come shooting out over my fingers. Then I see her fingers curl around the frame before disappearing as I snatch her back.

The memory of her telling me she would have fucked me, that she would date me does it, and I finish with a quiet groan. Glancing over at her, I run my clean hand down her cheek softly. I would have woke her up for round two if I thought it wouldn’t harm her cunt or piss her off.

I’m aggressive in bed, sure, but I'm not evil.

I clean up and settle back into bed right next to her, curling around her with my hand on her breast and an arm across her torso to grab her hip and I fall asleep for exactly six hours.

I’m awoken to her irate, yelling in the hallway. I pull on a pair of sweats and pad out to the hallway to see her swimming in one of my button up shirts and a pair of my dark gray briefs, laying into my security.

Fuck, can she really start up this early?I think. I lean an elbow on the doorframe, just watching her.

“I just want my keys and my phone so I can go. I’ve been here long enough!” Isobel glares at Gustavo who’s just staring at her in amusement. I clear my throat making my presence known. Isobel turns to me with a wild look in her eyes. “King, tell him! Tell him to give me my stuff!It’s eight in the morning!”

“Gustavo, give Isobel her things,” I say softly, seeing her melt a little.

"No sir," he answers.

Isobel's eyebrows raise as the craziest look of disbelief crosses her face.

"Why not, Gustavo?" I keep my eyes steady on hers as she pings between me and our security. It's almost comical.

Gustavo frowns. “Because I have orders not to, sir.”

Isobel swings back around to stare at him. “Orders fromwho?”

Gustavo cuts his eyes at me and arches a brow.“Mr. King,ma’am.”

Her jaw drops as she swings back to look at me. Her eyes narrow, and her nose scrunches as she suddenly rushes to me.“YOU!”she hisses, reaching for my face. I move quickly, snatching her up by her arm and she yelps as I yank her back into the room.

"Settle down, Izzy," I say. "I can't have you being this pissed this early in themorning. It just isn't good for the heart."

"Hendrix,"she says breathlessly as I yank her past the bed, heading towards the other side of the bedroom where the connecting door to her room is. Despite how upset she is, pleasure trickles up my spine, because I absolutely love the way she says my name. "Hendrix!What. The. Fuck.Is going on?"

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