Page 65 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
I shake my head. “I can’t go this week. The two weeks over the Christmas and New Year period are the busiest weeks in my industry. I can’t just go away for a week. I’m sorry, baby, I can’t.”
She places her hand on her cheek. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Relief floods me. I want to give her the world, so I would have hated to disappoint her.
“I’ll go by myself.” When I glare at her, she stammers, “You’ll be so busy with your empire, you won’t even notice I'm gone.”
“Bullshit!” I notice when she’s gone for an hour, let alone days. “I only just got you back, but you want to separate us again.” Remorse clutches my heart when tears spill from her bursting eyes. “I'll take you back to Tiburon. You just have to wait two weeks.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
When her eyes drop to my chest, I grip her chin and hoist her face back to mine. I scan her beautiful face trying to decipher what happened in the last three hours that caused such a shift in her demeanor. This morning, she was flirty and playful when we fucked in the shower. Now, she's so cold and distant, I no longer recognize the eyes staring back at me.
“Why do youreally want to go back to Tiburon?” I keep my tone neutral, even with my blood boiling, remembering she is my wife-to-be, not a staff member I can boss around.
“I shouldn’t need to explain to you why I want to go home, Isaac. I just want to go home.”
“Tiburon isn’t your home. This is your home.I’myour home!”
Her lips thin. “Don’t yell at me! I'm not your staff.”
“Then stop giving me pathetic excuses and talk to me, goddammit!”
“I am, I’m telling you what I want, but you aren’t listening. I want to go home.”
With my mind scrambled, my voice rises to an angry snarl. “Why, Isabelle? Why do you want to go?”
She squirms, attempting to move off my lap, but I hold on tight, refusing to let her go.I let her go once. I won’t do it again. She tries to stifle a moan when her backside grinds against my crotch, but I still hear it. Isabelle craves assertiveness and control. She needs it to instill balance in her life, to stop her spiraling out of control as she is now. Her submissiveness is like a light switch, easy for me to turn on and off. It’s also the only time she's fully exposed, unguarded, and raw.
“Is that what you want, baby? Are you restless?”
I brush my finger over her pert nipple. It buds even more from my meekest touch. Isabelle loves sex. Her appetite is insatiable, and I love that her prowess is on par with mine. She's the first woman who can send me to the absolute brink of exhaustion, and I keep going because I can’t get enough of her.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Is your greedy pussy begging for attention, baby?” My voice is throatier as my grip on reality falters.
Isabelle’s breathing quickens as she slumps into my embrace. The tears in her eyes dry as lust overwhelms them.
“You don’t have to fight me for my attention, Isabelle. I’m yours. If you need me, you tell me.”
She bites on her bottom lip as fresh tears pool in her eyes. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Then what’s this all about? Why are you being so evasive?”
She mumbles something under her breath, but she’s quiet enough I can’t hear what she says.
No longer able to leash my dominant behavior, I alter my tactics, hoping to force a reaction from her. When I suck her nipple into my mouth through her thin cotton shirt, her head flops back. A whimper escapes her parted lips when I tug on her erect nipple.
And just like that, Isabelle is submissive.
I stand from my chair, taking her with me. While striding to the master suite, I rock my hips, rubbing my thickened cock against the seam of her black sweatpants. When she nibbles on the cropped beard hiding my jawline, her breath tickles my neck. Having a beard is exactly how I envisioned. Isabelle squirms more than usual, and I can smell her seductive scent for hours after I’ve devoured her.
When I place Isabelle on her feet, her hand goes straight to the button on my jeans. My cock pulses against my zipper from her eagerness, but I step back. As much as I’d love for her to suck my cock, that won’t force her to tell me what her earlier defiance was about. So for now, it will have to wait.
Hooking my thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, I yank them down her shaking thighs. A rough growl seeps from my lips when the scent of her arousal filters in the air. Once her shirt is pulled over her head and discarded along with her bra, I loosen the tie in her hair, growling when her dark locks fall past her shoulders.
My cock aches when I drink in the beautiful specimen in front of me. Isabelle’s body was created to make men fall to their knees. The heavy swell of her breasts, the smooth and succulent curve of her hips, and her glorious bare mound that tastes as sweet as honey has my cock fighting to break free from my trousers, dying to claim her, mark her. To make her mine.
