Page 69 of Unraveling an Enigma
I lift my gaze to stare into his beautiful eyes. “I don’t care about anything that's happened in your past. The vendetta with Col, your fighting career, I don’t care about any of it. It is in the past, and it can stay in the past. I want to concentrate on the future. Right here and now. Nothing else matters.”
Isaac stiffens. “So you want to sweep it under the rug, pretend it never happened?” he queries, his voice apprehensive.
“No. You will always remember what happened. Just like you will always love Ophelia.”
Isaac’s shoulders square at my comment.
“But I can live with that, Isaac. As long as I have you in my life, I can handle anything,” I assure him.
He takes a few moments to consider my statement before his enthralling eyes seek my gaze. “And what happens if this doesn’t work?” he asks, gesturing his hand between us. “What happens to you then?”
A painful knot twists in my stomach. “That isnevergoing to happen.”
A spark ignites in Isaac’s eyes as his mouth tugs high, pleased I responded how he’d hoped. Obnoxious cockiness is beaming out of him.
“But if it did,” I say with a hunch of my shoulder.
Isaac’s broad grin slackens as he glares at me. His jaw muscle twitches as his fists clench into tight balls.
“I’ll just have to go and find myself another sugar daddy to take care of me.” I give him a cheeky wink.
My knees buckle when a sexy-as-sin possessive growl emits from Isaac’s mouth. In an instant, his hands grab my ass cheeks, and he yanks me in close, so my body is plastered against his. My breasts press against his smooth pecs as my pussy grinds his lengthened girth. I inwardly cheer at the success of my sassy tease when his mouth seals over mine. His kiss is dominating, greedy, and toe-curling good.
“I’ll ruin you, then you’ll never want another man,” Isaac warns me, his tone low and gruff.
My pupils dilate as I stare into his heavy-lidded gaze. “You already have.”
My core clenches when another erotic growl emits from his lips, closely followed by plates shattering from Isaac clearing the dining room table with his forearm. A cool breeze buds my nipples when he shreds the shirt right off my chest. The cotton falls to the ground like tissue paper, no match to his brutal force. The pure rawness of his domineering composure steals the air straight from my lungs. He pushes me back until I’m splayed on the table and my legs are dangling over the edge.
Shifting my head sideways, I eye him curiously when he glides my panties down my thighs. Isaac has always been more a panties-shredder type of guy than a remover.
“I’m adding this pair to my private collection,” he advises my curious expression.
Dampness pools between my legs when he lifts my panties to his nose to inhale a large and undignified whiff. “You always smell so fucking good.”
Oh, God. I think I just had a mini orgasm.
After slipping my panties into his pocket, he lowers his trousers down his splayed thighs. My eyes widen when his cock springs free from his shorts. It is so big. . . so thick. . . so drool-worthy.
Isaac’s heated gaze scorches my skin when he drinks in my body with just as much eagerness. “I want to taste you, Isabelle, but you need to be taught a lesson, so it must wait.”
A long, salivating groan rolls up my throat when he thrusts forward, sliding his densely veined cock into my ravenous pussy. It only takes a couple of frantic pumps for the haze of lust to overtake the pain. The sweet smell of his manly scent soon infuses the air surrounding us, intensifying the tingles dancing in my womb.
“Do you like teasing me, Isabelle?” Isaac questions between grunts.
The sexual tension in the room is so roasting, a bead of sweat rolls down his cheek before splashing onto my stomach.
His heavy-lidded gaze lifts from staring at my breasts bouncing in rhythm with his strokes to my lust-filled eyes. “Answer me, Isabelle.” The roughness of his voice sends a tingling right to my core. My climax is teetering, dangerously close to freefalling.
My teeth chew on my bottom lip as I nod, answering his question without words. I love forcing his dominate side to be unleashed. I love knowing I can make him furious with jealousy—that I have the power to unhinge a man who exudes authority as Isaac does. Nothing rattles him. . . except his jealousy.
“Wrong answer,” Isaac mutters before increasing the tempo of his hips.
Isaac
Isabelle learned a very valuable lesson today. I do not like to be teased, especially with regards to her being touched or her touching another man. I may have sustained her orgasm until she begged for forgiveness for her taunt. She is a stubborn little thing. Her pleas took a little longer to spill from her mouth than they did when I made her plead for clemency in my apartment—orfuck padas Isabelle calls it. But, at the end of the day, her pleasant begs for forgiveness were soon filtering through my ears.
“Mmm,” moans out of Isabelle’s swollen lips. Her shoulders roll before she leans back into my sweat-slicked torso.
