Page 68 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Before the whole sentence spills from my lips, the elevator jolts before plunging into terrifying blackness. It’s darker than usual as the elevator dashboard isn’t illuminated. My stomach lurches, all the wine and food I’ve consumed tonight threatening to resurface as my panic surges from being trapped in a small, dark box.Claustrophobia and I have never been close friends.
“It’s okay. It should only be a few minutes before it begins working again,” assures my companion when he hears my ragged breaths filling the cab.
My death grip on the railing lessens when the elevator lights flicker back on as it jerks back into action.
Only once I calm the reckless beat of my heart do I realize the elevator is descending instead of ascending.
Retightening my grip on the stainless-steel rail, I watch my companionstep toward the dashboard.
“Push any button.” I’d rather walk the stairs than be stuck in this death trap as it plummets to the ground.
My companion swallows in dismay when he illuminates every button on the dashboard, but the elevator continues descending, not once stopping on any of the floors we have requested. It’s only when the doors ding and open on the ground floor do I comprehend what’s happening. There, in all his six-foot-plus glory, is the incredibly alluring Mr. Holt, smirking condescendingly.
“You’re an asshole.”
He grins at my comment before shifting on his feet to face a security officer who works in the lobby of my apartment building. While slipping the attendant a folded-up bill, they shake hands before Isaac steps into the elevator.
His infuriated gaze darts to my elevator companion. “Get out.”
My companion doesn’t argue with him. He just scurries out of the elevator as fast as his legs will take him.Coward.
I try to follow him, but Isaac seizes my wrist before I can get a foot out of the elevator. Even fuming with anger, my body can’t deny the sexual energy zapping up my arm.
Yanking out of his grip, I head to the back of the elevator to lean on the cool, mirrored wall. Isaac’s presence is so strong it suffocates the air surrounding him. My cheeks are already flushed from his closeness.
Once the elevator starts ascending, Isaac pivots to face me. His narrowed eyes study my body before lifting to my face. His gaze is unnerving and primal, and it has my pulse quickening. When he drinks in my flushed cheeks, he cockily winks.
“You’re a pig.” I cross my arms in front of my chest, still annoyed at spending the last two hours in the presence of him and his dim-witted date.
“And yet, you still want to fuck me.”
My eyes shoot to his. His hungry, heavy-lidded gaze stares into mine, daring me to deny his statement.
“You wish,” I snarl in a whisper.
He inhales an unashamed whiff through his nostrils. “Deny it all you want, Isabelle, but I can smell how aroused you are.”
My knees pull together as a bashful whimper hums my lips. When he steps closer to me, I hold my hand out in front of my body, stopping him mid-stride. I can feel my qualm slipping, so the closer he gets to me, the more my levelheadedness will falter.
Ignoring my silent warning, Isaac nods, smiles a devilishly evil grin, then steps closer.
In a blur of bites, tongue lashes, and mini-climaxes, I somehow end up being held against the wall in my apartment. My dress is bunched around my stomach, and two of Isaac’s long, gifted fingers have my orgasm teetering on the brink. Our movements are frantic, both blinded by a lust-filled frenzy. Stars form, I scream his name, and my legs buckle when an explosion of fireworks erupt through my body so hard and fast I nearly tumble to the ground.
Once my womb stops clenching, Isaac removes his talented fingers from my soaking wet pussy. He tightens his grip on my ass before sliding down the zipper of his trousers. His pants slip off his muscular legs, gathering in a heap around his ankles. I suck in a breath when his perfect cock springs free from his black boxers. Just the sight of his cock has a fiery warmth building in my lower gut.
When plastic ripping sounds through my ears, my insides tighten and not in a good way.
“Any guy who tells you he’s carrying a condom in his wallet in case of an emergency is full of shit. We only put a condom in our wallet with the full intention of using it the night we put it in there.”
Oh God, I’m going to be sick.
I slap my hand over my mouth as my stomach heaves. Isaacdidn’t know I would be at the restaurant. So, he was planning on using that condom on, on, Tatiana.
Gritting my teeth, I place my open palms on Isaac’s sweat-drenched, shirt-covered chest and push with all my might. The biggest grunt of anger erupts from my lips, but Isaac doesn’t budge an inch.
“Get out,” I sneer, clenching my fists and digging my nails into my palms. My breathing returns, but instead of panting in ecstasy, I’m gasping in pure, unbridled anger.
Isaac’s brows scrunch together as he glares at me in confusion. He shouldn’t be confused. He knows the game he’s been playing.
