Page 23 of Relentless Refuge

She hisses in surprise as I turn it on and run it over her clit. "Ahh…" She gasps at the sensation and pulls against the restraints. Slowly, I insert two fingers inside her as the vibrator continues its work on her sensitive nub. She throws her head back in pleasure and moans loudly. I pump my fingers in and out of her tightness while circling her clit with the vibrator faster. It's not long before she's writhing underneath me again, unable to control herself as she approaches another orgasm.

"Marco… oh, God… Marco!"

As she reaches her peak, I pull the vibrator away and give her clit a slap. She cries out in surprise, but her body responds immediately as her orgasm washes over her. I continue to smack her pussy with my hand, prolonging her pleasure. Her hips buck and wind, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

"Mmm… Mar…co…" she moans, her eyes hazy with lust as I smack her pussy again and again. She shudders and convulses, and I grin at my handiwork as her body comes down from its high.

With one last slap, I remove my fingers from her soaked heat and move back up to look her in the eye. "Are you ready for me now?" I ask, my voice low and deep with desire.

"Mmm…" she moans, eyes closed and head limp. She's not ready for this, but I'm going to give it to her.

I grip her under the armpits and push her upward until she's sitting up. She yelps in surprise. "What now? We're done?" she asks innocently.

"Not even close," I growl, feeling my cock twitch just thinking of this. There's so much she doesn't know, so much she hasn't learned. I move closer to her, stroking my cock. Precum beads on the tip, smearing down my shaft as I stroke, and she licks her lips and stares at it as I approach her.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is a whisper, but I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's catching on.

"You're going to suck me."

I tap my dick against her chin and grin. "Open up," I tell her as the precum dots her face. She squirms a little, but she obeys me, dropping her jaw to accept my girth.

"That's good… take it all… Mmm, that's my girl," I croon as she swallows my cock, her eyes watering up slightly. I can feel her tightness around my tip, and it takes all of my self-control not to come right then and there. Her tongue is hot and wet around my shaft, licking and sucking me until my knees almost buckle with pleasure. "Ahh… fuck. Keep going. Good girl."

She moans around me, which vibrates through my length, making me even harder. Her hands twist in the restraints, and I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, opening herthroat for me to enter. Her cheeks hollow out, creating suction as she bobs up and down my length.

"Open up," I growl, and then I'm all the way in her mouth, fucking her throat with long, deep thrusts. Her eyes water, but she doesn't complain. Instead, she suckles and moans around my cock.

She gags and chokes, but I don't let up, using her as my own personal fuck toy. Her saliva drips down my shaft, and I groan at the heat and wetness surrounding me.

"Such a good little cocksucker," I praise her, feeling my orgasm building inside me.

Isabella moans around me, the vibrations sending me over the edge. With one final thrust, I come hard in her mouth, filling it with my hot cum. She swallows greedily and licks me clean as I pull out of her mouth with a satisfied sigh.

"Fuck… that was amazing," I say, panting heavily as I untie her from the bedpost. Her arms drop to the mattress, and she yawns as she curls up on her side and pulls the blankets up over her.

I lie down behind her and pull her into my chest, kissing the back of her shoulder. She’s exhausted from the day and probably still feeling sick. Maybe I should have thought of that before I initiated sex, but she didn’t resist me.

“How do you feel?”

“Just tired now. I think I’d like to go to bed early, if that’s okay…” Another yawn hits her, and I watch as she rubs her eyes. As much as I want to stay here and pleasure her over and over again tonight, I have business to take care of.

“Of course,bella mia. You rest. I have to speak with Victor. The men are probably in the den, waiting for me.” I kiss her shoulder again and slide out of bed, making sure the blankets stay snugly covering her body. “I’ll come up to bed later.”

Before I’m even dressed and at the door, Isabella is snoring lightly. I pause for a moment and look at her as she sleeps. Her disheveled hair splays out around her on the pillow, but she’s calm and at peace. I could watch her for hours, this beautiful creature who is mine now. I am a lucky man to have her and luckier still that no other man ever has or ever will have her.

Downstairs, I walk into my den to the sound of male voices and laughter. The maid hovers over Dietrich, who took a bullet, apparently. She’s dabbing blood from his skin as he winces. Nicolo, Darnel, Victor, and one of Isabella’s cousins I haven’t met yet lounge on the couches with glasses of whiskey and lit cigars sending plumes of smoke upward.

“It was a good night,” Victor says, raising his glass, and all the men raise theirs.

“But there will be consequences,” I remind them sternly. “Injuring thePakhan’sson on his own territory is a daring move. Yes, we were retaliating for their attempt on Victor’s life, but they won’t take it lying down. We sent a message that we aren’t putting up with their shit. That doesn’t mean they won’t keep flinging it.”

I walk to my liquor cabinet and take the bottle of Irish rum and fill a glass, then put the bottle back and carry my glass to my chair at the head of the room. The leather squeaks as I sit down and prop up my stockinged feet, and the men turn their attention toward me. Nicolo gestures at the unknown man in the room.

“This is Fabian, my nephew. He joined us this evening. He has some interesting things to say.” Nicolo sips his whiskey as he gives space for the younger man to speak.

Fabian is green. I can tell by his overeagerness. His eyes blink rapidly, and he leans forward, folding his fingers together. I’ve seen him a few times, but I didn’t know his name until now. He’s got a lot to learn, but if he has information for me, I’ll listen.

“Well, you see…” He sucks in a deep breath and continues. “I seen some of these guys just hangin’ around Giana’s house, lookin’ sorta sketchy.” He gestures with his hands as he talks, and I sip my drink wishing he’d get to the point. “They was Bratva, you know. I think they was watchin’ for Bella or somethin’. I think yous guys should be watchin’ her.”

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