Page 301 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“Tell me why you need time to think.”
I square my shoulders before shifting my gaze to the other side of the room. Because I refuse to answer his question, he remains perfectly still, ensuring that all signs of my climax dissipate to a small simmer.
My clit is aching to be relieved of the tension that's been building there the past hour. I'm covered from head to toe in sweat, open and raw, and feeling the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt.
When Isaac flips me onto my back, I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to look at the man who is making my blood boil with both anger and ecstasy at the same time.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
My eyes pop open when his tongue skims across my sensitive clit, my chase to climax strengthening when they collide with his dark, commanding gaze. Once he has my devotion, he consumes my pussy like a man starved of my taste. He plunges his tongue inside me, fucking me with as much intensity as his cock does. Tightness builds in my aching sex as a tingle zaps down my back. I thrash against the sticky sheets as sparks of lightning shoot through my drenched sex. I’m so close, I can practically taste my orgasm in the air.
“No.” I repress a cry when he pulls his sinful mouth away from my quivering pussy.
“Talk to me. Tell me why.”
“I need time. This is too much. It’s too soon. We’re rushing,” I stumble out, so overwhelmed and overstimulated, my lips are spilling concerns I never want to be voiced.
A soundless moan tears from my throat when he enters me again, his pace slower and more controlled than earlier. My pussy ripples around his heavily veined shaft, massaging and caressing him, encouraging him to lose his impenetrable control, but he's so defiant and obstinate. His eyes are set and controlled, displaying he could continue with this pace for hours if required. He won’t give up until I give him every detail.
Until I give him everything.
“I can’t give you any more than I’ve already given. I’ve given you everything.” My voice is scratchy as I battle to keep my emotions under control. A gnawing pit burrowing a hole in my heart since I left Brandon’s apartment deepens. “I gave up everything for you, and it still won’t be enough. I’ll never be enough.”
Isaac doesn’t relinquish the tempo of his thrusts as he says, “You'll always be enough, you're enough. You don’t have to give up anything.”
“I already have. I already gave it up. You stole it away from me.”
“What did you give up?”
His thrusts increase, tormenting me to talk more, forcing my lips to express words I don’t want to speak, but now that my emotions have been unlocked, I can’t hold them back.
“Everything.” Tears slide down my cheeks, adding more dampness to the already wet sheets. “I gave up everything.”
“Like what, Isabelle? What did you give up?!” He swivels his hips to ensure the wide crest of his cock finds the sweet spot deep inside me. “Tell me what I stole.”
“Everything,” I sob through a hiccup.
“Tell me!”
“My career, my dreams of having a family, nearly my life. I gave it all away, I gave it all away for you, and it still won’t be enough. It willneverbe enough. All my dreams are gone. They’ve all been taken away.”
As soon as the words escape my lips, I want to ram them back down my throat.
When Isaac recoils, physically winded by my harsh words, I shake my head, cowardly trying to deny my cruel statement. “Isaac, I’m sorry—”
Any further words planning to seep from my mouth are replaced with a long, grunted moan from him grinding his thumb against my throbbing clit. At the same time, he rocks his hips, hitting the sensitive spot inside me that only he can find.
From the long build-up, my orgasm completely shreds through me, leaving nothing behind. My body tremors, and his name comes hoarsely out of my gaped mouth. It’s a long, fierce climax that leaves me exhausted and utterly breathless.
My body is so lax and unresponsive, it takes me a few moments to realize Isaac has stopped thrusting his hips. My heart clenches when I catch sight of the devastation in his eyes, then a whimper scuttles from my lips when he withdraws his still rock-hard cock and climbs off the bed.
When he stalks out of the room, I flop back onto the mattress and throw my arm over my face. The guilt I’m carrying on my chest makes it hard for me to secure a breath. Tears trickle down my cheeks unchecked as I’m overwhelmed with remorse. I never meant to say those words. I was frustrated and hurt, but instead of telling him why, I lashed out.
Two minutes later, through quiet sobs, I hear tires shrieking in the distance. I scurry off the bed and race to the arched window. My footing is shaky since my legs are still quaking from my mind-blowing orgasm.
The red taillights of Isaac’s Bugatti shine through the black night sky a mere second before the vibration of its motor booms through my chest as he impatiently waits for the steel security gate to open. The instant it does, his car skids out of the driveway, leaving a dark cluster of smoke in its wake. His speed is so furious, he becomes nothing but a speckle in the distance within seconds.
Through trembling thighs, I dig my sleek black cell phone out of my satchel, then hit the speed dial for Isaac’s cell. The death grip on my heart increases when my call goes unanswered. Isaac always has his phone on him—he never goes anywhere without it. That means he's purposely ignoring my calls.
