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“I’ll ruin you, so you’ll never want another man.”
I stare into his heavy-lidded gaze. “You already have.”
Plates shatter when Isaac clears the dining room table with his arm. Once the plates, cups, and cutlery are scattered onto the floor, he plants my backside onto the tabletop before inching his hand toward my shirt. A cool breeze buds my nipples when he shreds the rigid material straight off my chest. It falls to the ground like tissue paper, no match for his brutal force. The dominance radiating out of him steals the air from my lungs. I’ve never seen him so unhinged before.
He shoves my shoulder until my back is splayed on the table, and my legs are dangling over the edge. I eye him curiously when he glides my panties down my thighs. He’s always been more a panties-shredder than a remover.
“I’m adding these to my private collection.” Dampness pools between my legs when he raises them to his nose to take in a huge whiff. “You always smell so fucking good.”
Oh, God. I think I just had a mini-orgasm.
After slipping the damp material into his pocket, he yanks his trousers to his knees. My eyes widen when his cock springs free from his trunks. It is so big, so thick, so drool-worthy.
“I’m dying to taste you, Isabelle, but you need to be taught a lesson, so it must wait.”
A long, salivating groan rolls up my throat when he lunges forward, stuffing his densely-veined cock into my ravenous pussy. Because I wasn’t prepared for his onslaught, it takes many frantic pumps for lust to overtake the pain associated with taking a man as large as him without foreplay, but when it does, our exchange is pure brilliance. His manly scent infuses the air as his big cock pounds me toward hysteria.
“Do you like teasing me, Isabelle?” A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek before splashing onto my stomach. The heat bristling between us is not caused by the fire roaring on our left—it is from him, the man who invades my every thought even when I'm asleep. “Answer me, Isabelle.”
The rough arrogance of his voice sends tingles darting down my spine. My climax is teetering, dangerously close to freefalling, but it won’t happen without Isaac, especially if I refuse to answer his question. So, with that in mind, I chew on my bottom lip before nodding. I love forcing his dominant side to be unleashed. Knowing I have the power to unhinge a man with authority like Isaac is euphoric. Nothing rattles him except his jealousy.
“Wrong answer,” Isaac mutters before increasing the tempo of his hips, screwing me until I’m screaming like a madwoman.
CHAPTER28
ISAAC
Isabelle learned a valuable lesson today. I do not like being teased, especially when it entails her being touched by another man. I may have sustained her orgasm until she begged for forgiveness. She's a stubborn little thing. Her pleas took longer to spill from her mouth than they did when I made her plead for clemency in my apartment. But, in some ways, I’m just as stubborn, so her begs for forgiveness soon filtered through my ears.
Isabelle rolls her shoulders before leaning deeper into my embrace. “Mmm.”
“Does it feel good?” I add an extra squirt of shampoo to her hair before rubbing it into her scalp in a circular motion.
“Uh-huh. Sooo good.”
We’re lounging in the bath we planned to bathe in yesterday. I’m hoping it will relax my bunched muscles while also taking care of Isabelle. My muscles aren’t tense from the vigorous activities we undertook on my dining room table, but because they’re aware of the cruel world we must emerge back into this evening. It would be nice to stay out of the rat-race for a few more days, but unfortunately, that’s not attainable for a man with my responsibilities.
The only time I turn off my thoughts is when Isabelle is beneath me, but since she can't be attached to my cock twenty-four-seven, we have no choice, we must face reality. Hopefully, someone there will be able to help Isabelle with the terrible nightmares she's having.
After our antics on the dining room table, I carried Isabelle back to our bed. Since she was nearly unconscious, I was confident she'd drift into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep, so you can imagine my shock when she woke up screaming, not even an hour later. When she realized it was just a dream, she tried to put on a brave front, but the fear in her beautiful eyes gave away her deceit.
That’s when I carried her into the bathroom to have a bath. I’ve never been the nurturing type, but Isabelle brings out sides of me I didn’t know existed. Caring for her is as natural as breathing to me.
Once the suds have been removed from her hair, I stand from the tub, taking Isabelle with me. Goosebumps prickle her skin when I stride across the room to gather a towel. Winter is approaching, impinging the cabin with a nippy chill—even more so since I didn’t re-stoke the fire, knowing we’d be leaving shortly.
“Thank you,” Isabelle whispers once I’ve dried her from the luxurious strands of her hair to the tips of her toes.
I dump the towel on the rail. “Get dressed, then pack your belongings. We should probably head out before the next storm rolls in.”
When I peer up at the glass roof, Isabelle follows my gaze. Numerous dark clouds formed the hour we were in the tub. “Good idea.” She presses a kiss to my mouth before scurrying into the main bedroom.
I pull on my black slacks and white business shirt left discarded on the floor before gathering my satellite phone off the bedside table. “I have a couple of calls to make before we head off, so I’ll wait for you outside.”
Isabelle stops yanking her jeans up her legs to turn her worried eyes to mine. “You don’t have to hide away to make phone calls, Isaac. You can trust me.”
“This isn’t about trust, Isabelle. There are just some things I can’t disclose to you yet.” When she sighs, I bridge the gap between us, my steps fast and efficient. “When I can tell you what’s going on, I will, but until then, you need to trust me.” I lift my hand to cradle her cheek. “You trust me, don’t you?”
She nods. “Yes, because without trust, we’ll have nothing.”
