Page 57 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
After scrubbing his hand over his jaw, he downs his whiskey with one gulp. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows the burning liquid with ease.
“I had her investigated.” He chuckles a painful laugh. “Even knowing Ophelia was dead for years, I had Emily tailed for months, denying anyone’s advice she wasn’t her. I did things… stupid, foolish things to create barriers for her and her partner to force them apart.”
I remain quiet, unsure of what to say to ease his guilt.
“I truly believed she was her, or I wouldn’t have done it.”
I nod while taking a step toward him. Isaac isn’t a monster. He cares deeply for his family and friends, so I’m confident he’d never intentionally hurt anyone.
I pad closer to him. “And now?”
His brows furrow, seemingly confused.
“Do you realize now that Emily isn’t Ophelia?”
His gaze snaps back to the window. Seconds feel like hours as uncomfortable silence plagues the room. The pain in my chest intensifies from his passive silence. My heart bleeds for him. His pain is so intense, it suffocates the air of oxygen.
Even feeling like my heart is being stabbed with a knife, I want to comfort him, to erase his pain, to make him forget, so I pull my sweater over my head before sliding my jeans and panties down my thighs.
His breath hitches when I drop to my knees, but he stops my nervous fumble of his zipper by seizing my wrist. “No, Isabelle.” His shaky voice reveals his levelheadedness is faltering.
“I’ll wash it all away, Isaac. I’ll take away your pain.” I raise my eyes to his. “Please let me help you.”
My heart thrashes against my ribs when he cups my cheek so his thumb can run over the cupid’s bow of my top lip. Then I can barely breathe when he drops his whiskey glass on the floor so he can undo the button on his jeans and slide down the zipper. When his jeans slip down to his thighs, in a hurry, I release his thickening cock from his boxer briefs, not only eager to taste him but to ease his hurt.
Just as I'm about to lash my tongue against his silky-smooth crest, he plucks me from the ground, spins me around, then impales me from behind. My knees buckle as my hands shoot out to brace against the arched window. My body is unprepared but delighted to accept his impressively girthed cock.
With one of his hands grasping my hip, the other slithers up my body to grip my neck. A husky breath escapes my lips, incredibly aroused by his dominant hold. The pumps of his cock are hard and furious, having me toppling into climax within a matter of minutes.
As I slowly return from a cloudy lust haze, Isaac reduces the pace of his pumps before releasing my neck from his firm hold. After sliding his hand down my sweat-slicked body, he tweaks my nipple into a hardened peak. Because the sun is setting in the distance, I catch parts of our reflection in the window, along with a pair of devoted, lust-filled gray eyes.
“See the world out there, Isabelle?”
I take in the glistening skyline of Ravenshoe. It’s a spectacular sight, but it has nothing on the reflection of Isaac making love to me in the window.
“I’m going to give it to you. Everything I have, I’m going to give to you. You gave me your heart, now I’ll give you the world.”
Chapter 23
Isaac
“Ican’t do this, Isaac. Not just as your lawyer but as your friend.”
Regan folds her arms in front of her chest, taking on a reinforced pose. Her face is her regular don’t-take-shit-from-no-one look, but her eyes are concealing her anxiety.
“I don’t pay for your opinions. I pay you to do what I ask you to do.”
“This could be financial suicide for you.” She braces her hip on the desk in my home office. “If you get divorced, you'll be decimated. Izzy will get everything.”
“That’s the point! Everything I have, I want her to have.”
Regan rolls her eyes. “You're smarter than this, Isaac. This won’t tie her to you. It won’t stop her from leaving you. Heck, it may even encourage her to leave, considering she’ll end up filthy rich and—”
Any further statement is halted when I shoot her a furious glare.
She exhales sharply before shimmying her shoulders. Once all her negative energy has been expelled, she drops her glistening eyes to mine. “A prenup is supposed to be a contract that protectsyourassets. It’s not designed as a bribery tool.”
I stand from my chair with my fists clenched at my side. Blood is roaring through my veins so fast, steam nearly billows out of my ears. “I’m not bribing Isabelle to stay with me.”
