Page 86 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I connect my eyes with his intense gaze as I yank his pants down his thighs. My jaw gapes open when his cock springs free from its restraints. It’s beyond perfect.
Not being able to wait any longer, my tongue darts out to moisten my lips before they cover the wide crest of his cock. My cheeks hollow from the pressure I apply when I suck him into my mouth.
“Yes, Isabelle,” he moans. “Suck me hard and fast, baby. Make me come in your pretty little mouth.”
While groaning at his sinful mouth, I run my tongue along the seam of his hot flesh, absorbing his delicious taste.
By paying careful attention, I soon work out which method of sucking produces the most intense reaction. Once I get the perfect combination of suction and speed, his hands grip the bed sheets tighter, and his eyes snap shut.
“Eyes,” I babble through a mouth full of cock.
His eyes darken with amusement from my playful taunt. They watch me eagerly sucking, licking, and stroking his cock. His gaze is hot, heavy, and solely focused on me. My excitement at knowing I’m the one causing his lack of composure is thrilling. It sends a shiver scuttling through my veins, making every fine hair bristle.
Over and over again, I draw his wide-girthed cock into my mouth, only occasionally triggering my gag reflex.
The longer my seamless pumps progress, the more Isaac’s moans spur on my own climax. His hips buck off the bed when I increase the strength of my sucks.
Over time, my jaw aches, but my rampant horniness overrules that zing of pain. Having him unravel before my eyes is a thrilling experience that will always outweigh any discomfort.
His grip on the sheets tightens as the thrusts of his hips become more urgent. He’s so close to orgasming.
A short time later, when the veins on his cock throb more urgently, I draw him in until the crest of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” Isaac roars as spurts of salty cum pump onto my tongue.
I drink it all in, swallowing eagerly, loving the taste of him in my mouth. Greedily, I milk his cock with my hand, relentlessly pumping his stiffened shaft until every last drop of his seed is expelled into my mouth.
After licking my lips to gather any spilled cum, I crawl up his body to rest my head on his glistening torso. His heart is thrashing wildly as he comes down from his brutal climax. My lips curve into a triumphant grin, glad I’m capable of rendering him mindless while also lessening his agitation.
After some time, his heart rate returns to a safe level. He runs his hand down my hair, smoothing the damp, frazzled pieces back into place. Feeling the safest I’ve ever felt snuggled on his chest, my mouth starts spilling secrets I’ve never shared with anyone before.
“My uncle who raised me isn’t really my uncle.” He stiffens at my comment but remains quiet. “I was sold to him when I was six years old.”
His grip on my hip tightens so much, it sends pain shooting through my hipbone.
“My father hated me so much he didn’t care who bought me. He just had one stringent requirement. Whoever was the highest bidder had to pay for me in cash.”
Isaac’s teeth grinding together shrills through my eardrums. Lifting my head off his chest, I prop myself on my elbow so I can look into his beautiful eyes.
“My uncle was a good man, Isaac. He saved me from a life of misery. If it weren’t for him, who knows where I’d have ended up.”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Did he…” He doesn’t need to finish his question, the terrified look in his eyes is questioning enough.
“No, Isaac. God, no. He wasn’t that type of man. He never touched me like that, I promise.”
Isaac expels a quick exhalation of air.
“He treated me as if I were his daughter. I’ll be forever grateful for the day he came into my life.” Before I can chicken out, I blurt, “My father is Vladimir Popov.”
When Isaac’s breathing ceases to exist, I realize he’s heard of my father before.
CHAPTER37
Gripping the marble vanity bowl, I lift my eyes to the large mirror in front of me. My face is white and gaunt, and my pupils have sunken. The dark circles plaguing my eyes make it look like I haven’t slept in over a year, but it isn’t a physical illness afflicting my appearance, but the muddled mess of confusion in my mind making me feel physically ill.
Being immersed in Isaac’s world the past forty-eight hours made me forget the FBI is investigating him. When I’m with Isaac, I only see him. Everything else is just a blur of white noise, but now that the dreaded Monday morning has arrived, reality has come to painfully bite me on the ass.
After my confession last night, Isaac remained quiet. Even with not seeing his eyes, I knew he was awake. He ran his hand along my arm for nearly an hour before he slipped out of bed and left the room. I considered following after him, but remembering Cormack’s advice from weeks ago, I left him alone to contemplate.
