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His cock muffles my screams when he circles his thumb over my clit. It’s the final push I need to reach climax. As my sex clenches around his fingers, spurts of cum missile out of his cock. Tasting him while riding the craziness of an orgasm adds to its intensity, skyrocketing it to a level I’ve never experienced before. My mind is overloaded, dangerously spiraling out of control in a lust-filled frenzy.
After his cum slides down to my gut, I lick my lips, gathering any spilled drops the withdrawal of his cock causes. Smirking, he rubs a bead of cum into my lips before jerking up his chin. “Now it’s time to fuck your greedy pussy. To remind you who it belongs to.”
A girly squeal seeps from my lips when he flips me over, so one of my knees is on the leather seat while the other rests on the floor. My face, which is mashed to the leather seat, loves the coolness of the material on my flushed skin. He thrusts my ass high into the air, leaving me open and exposed, and incredibly turned on before he undoes his tie from the door.
“Hands behind your back.”
Anticipation scuttles through me when he teethers my hands behind my back. The climax I’m slowly climbing down from rebuilds when he braces the crown of his cock against the opening of my slit.
“Same rules, Isabelle. If you need me to stop, ask me, and I’ll stop.”
When I nod, indicating that I understand, an animalistic growl zooms out of my parched mouth. He hilted me with one quick thrust, filling me to the very brim. After gathering my wrists with one hand, he tilts back, ramming another inch of his cock inside me. I moan an inaudible groan, loving being the fullest I’ve ever been.
He uses my tied wrists as a tether to yank me back as he thrusts his hips forward, making the slams of his cock even more intense. The cabin of the limousine turns roasting as skin slapping skin is the only noise heard for the next several minutes.
When I crank my neck back, my breath hitches. His sweat-drenched muscles are tensing with every pump he does. It’s a glorious visual that has my knees fighting not to meet. When he catches my admiring glance, his pumps become harder, more carnal, almost uncontrolled. He screws me with everything he has, fucking me like an out-of-control beast, ensuring I’ll never forget being claimed by him.
An explosion of fireworks erupts through my body from the primal visual. My climax is long, mind-blowing, and so loud, I’m certain the commuters traveling amongst us heard my cries of pleasure.
“Mine, Isabelle. You're mine,” Isaac grunts before the hotness of his spawn coats the walls of my clenching pussy.
CHAPTER21
ISAAC
“Hey, Isaac, it’s Ryan. I wanted to advise you that Theresa Veneto was released on bail this afternoon to await trial in a few months.” He breathes harshly down the line before coughing to clear his throat. “Yeah… umm… anyway, have a good Christmas.”
My brows scrunch, apprehensive about the uneasiness in his voice. Ryan usually exudes cockiness. It’s a natural characteristic ingrained in every detective or police officer I know. I imagine their industry is no different than the one my empire is immersed in. You need to have very thick skin to survive this ruthless world.
I lower my cell from my ear and dial one to return his call. The phone rings several times before he finally answers, “Ryan Carter.”
“Did I wake you?” My tone eludes to the fact that I’m not bothered if I did.
“Not exactly.” His voice has more self-assuredness than it did in his voicemail. “You caught me during amoment.”
My brow arches over the slyness of his reply. “Opening an early Christmas present?”
He chuckles a full-hearted laugh. “Something like that.”
My gaze drifts across the master suite to a naked Isabelle sleeping peacefully. Her hair is a tousled mess, and mascara is smeared under her eyes. I’ve left her resting a little longer this morning since I spent most of the night in a jealousy-fueled rage fucking her senseless, wanting to ensure she knows precisely whom her body belongs to.
I tried to rein in my jealousy, to smother the rage burning me from the inside out. My suppression was working after spending nearly an hour dancing with her at the cocktail party, but it returned full pelt when she kissed Colby on the cheek when we were leaving. He brazenly winked at me before returning her gesture. My fist clenched, and my jaw muscle ticked over his foolish lack of judgment.
The only reason he left the party still walking was because Cormack eased my fury by reminding me that Isabelle was wearing my ring. He also assured me he’d speak to Colby on my behalf. Cormack is my closest confidant, and he handled the issues regarding Clara with due diligence, so I trust he will follow through with his pledge for Colby.
Cormack was the reason Clara requested to speak to me last night. Each member of the McGregor family are well known in the press as billionaires, but every penny they have is in Cormack’s name. When his grandfather passed away, he left his entire fortune to Cormack.
Cormack despises the money nearly as much as he despised his father, but for the sake of his younger siblings, he maintains control of the McGregor entity. He allocated an extremely generous living allowance to his siblings, but he also encourages them to find their own place in the world as he did when he left the McGregor residence with nothing but the clothes on his back.
Clara believed Cormack’s withdrawal of funds was solely based on her false allegations against me, but after speaking with Cormack last night, I discovered that wasn’t the sole reason he cut her allowance.
Feet padding down the line interrupts me from my thoughts, while also reminding me I have my phone attached to my ear. I pace out of the master suite to ensure I don’t wake Isabelle.
“Theresa secured bail?”
Ryan took his findings to the judge who presided over Isabelle’s case the day following ourmeetingin my foyer. The judge agreed that Ryan had enough evidence to issue an arrest warrant for Theresa, giving him the pleasure of arresting her the following afternoon. She had been held in custody since then, awaiting her arraignment.
“Yes, but that was expected. Isabelle was charged with murder, and she was given bail, so it set the precedent that the person who falsely accused her of it would also be given bail.” I hear him scrub his hand along his jaw. “We’ve hit a bit of a stonewall.”
