Page 90 of Filthy Elites

I say, “Yes,” at the same time Isabelle says, “No.”

“You’d better get going or you’ll miss all the fun,” Carol Maldonaro singsongs.

“Tell me again why we agreed to go with them to explore the town at this ungodly hour?” Isabelle asks.

I chuckle. “I was trying to score brownie points with your folks. I don’t know whyyouagreed.”

After graduation, Isabelle and I decided to go on a trip, and the first stop was to visit her parents in Costa Rica. They’d made enough money in their careers as executives for big international corporations to be able to retire early. Their beachfront house in Santa Teresa is a little piece of paradise, and I wouldn’t mind staying for a while.

We had to tell them about Juan’s visit to Triton Cove, which gave me plenty of anxiety. I didn’t want them to look at me and see another monster. But they treated me like a hero, and made me feel like I was part of their family already. I never experienced anything like that in my life, and I’m still pinching myself, thinking this is all a dream.

For all intents and purposes, Isabelle is still Nicola Devlin, because resurrecting Isabelle would be too suspicious. She hasn’t decided yet if she’ll return to the music scene as a new prodigy. For now, she’s happy to travel and play with me. And I’ve been busy composing music, which it turns out, is what my passion truly is.

As far as we know, Juan’s family doesn’t suspect we’re responsible for his disappearance. This we learned from her parents’ lawyer in Spain who helped them fake her death in the first place. It seems the asshole never told anyone what he was up to, and he might have used fake travel documents to come to the US. He was careful to not leave any trail that could link him to Isabelle’s death if he had succeeded and, in the end, that worked in our favor.

“I only agreed because you seemed keen.” She hits my chest playfully.

“Well, I am, actually.”

She leans on her elbows and stares into my eyes. “Are you going to finally step out of the shade and get some sun? I’m beginning to think I’m dating Edward Cullen.”

“Well, your nameisIsabelle. Maybe Iama sparkling vampire.”

“Hmmm, are you going to bite me, then?”

I roll on top of her, pressing my morning wood against her pelvis. She wiggles underneath me.

“I know what you’re doing.” I caress her face, still mesmerized that she lets me worship her after our rough beginning.

Her beautiful violet eyes widen innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.”

She parts her legs, and my cock slides to her entrance. Damn it, she’s so wet that it wouldn’t take much to sheathe myself in her.

“We don’t have time,” I say.

Smiling like a little minx, she wraps her legs around my hips. “I say we do.”

I kiss her deeply as I plunge into her heat. The bed creaks as I move, making her giggle.

“God, I hope your parents are eating breakfast on the patio outside,” I whisper against her lips.

“Stop talking about them.”

She captures my lower lip in a love bite. The sting sends a zing of pleasure all the way down to my balls. I try to move at a steady pace to minimize the noise, but hell, I can’t go slow when the reward is so sweet and just around the corner. I pump in and out faster, and it’s like a damn orchestra is in the room. Isabelle becomes tighter around me a second before she gasps loudly. I cover her mouth with my hand, groaning a moment later as I come.

There’s a sudden, loudcrack, and then the whole bed collapses in a terrible bang. I stop moving at once and ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. So much for not making too much noise.”

I slide off her and sit up. “Shit. I can’t believe we broke the bed.”

To my surprise, Isabelle starts to laugh hysterically.

“This isn’t funny. What are your parents going to think?”

She’s laughing so hard, she’s crying already. “They’ll think you’re a sex machine.”

I run my fingers through my hair. “Great.”

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