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“You don’t have to keep pushing like this,” I whisper. “You’ve already proven everything. You survived. You came back. The rest can wait.”
His hands slide up to my waist, resting there gently, and he exhales against my skin.
“You’re right,” he says after a pause. “My body is aching. I should slow down, rest.”
“Just long enough,” I reply, pulling back to meet his eyes, “for me to love you in peace.”
Chapter 69
The Devil Unleashed
Isabella
He’s seated in the chair by the window when I step into the room, his silhouette framed by moonlight and the steady fall of snow just beyond the glass. He’s still wearing his suit from earlier, only the first button of his shirt undone, tie slightly loosened, as if he let himself unravel just enough to wait for me.
His hands rest on the arms of the chair, casual, composed.
But his eyes—those impossibly dark, inhuman eyes—snap to me the moment I enter. They drag over every inch of my body like a stormfront devouring dry land.
I’m wearing only a sheer black lace top that clings to my skin and leaves my nipples clearly visible through the fabric. No bra. Nothing to hide. Just the whisper of lace. And below, only a matching black string that disappears between the curve of my hips.
I walk slowly toward him, deliberately, letting each sway of my hips speak before my mouth does.
His gaze never leaves me. Doesn’t blink.
I stop in front of him. Our eyes lock. My pulse hammers in my neck, and I swear he hears it.
“Sit still,” I murmur, voice a velvet ribbon.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.
I climb into his lap, one knee on each side of his thighs, straddling him. My lace-covered chest hovers just above thecollar of his shirt. His breath flares, but he doesn’t touch me.
Not yet.
I reach for his tie.
Slowly.
I slip it from beneath his collar, dragging the silk free with exaggerated care. His lips twitch, like he knows where this is going.
I undo the buttons of his shirt one at a time, exposing that powerful chest, each inch of inked skin a map of the monster I once feared, and now crave.
When I open his shirt all the way, I lean in. My lips brush his neck, then down to his sternum. I press kisses between the tattoos. My fingers slide down, nails scratching lightly over his abs, and he breathes harder.
My mark, I.M.B.
“Good girl’s feeling bold tonight,” he says softly, voice like thunder held back by will.
“You’ll get your turn, monster.” I smirk. “But first, mine.”
I take his tie, guide his arms back behind the chair. He allows it. Arms flexing. Watching me.
I loop the silk around his wrists, cinching it tight. He could break free easily, but he doesn’t. That’s the power I hold in this moment.
I lower myself, grinding my hips over the hard line of his cock beneath his pants.
He growls. But stays still.
