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With my mind scrambled, my voice rises to an angry snarl. “Why, Isabelle? Why do you want to go?”
She squirms, attempting to move off my lap, but I hold on tight, refusing to let her go.I let her go once. I won’t do it again. She tries to stifle a moan when her backside grinds against my crotch, but I still hear it. Isabelle craves assertiveness and control. She needs it to instill balance in her life, to stop her spiraling out of control as she is now. Her submissiveness is like a light switch, easy for me to turn on and off. It’s also the only time she's fully exposed, unguarded, and raw.
“Is that what you want, baby? Are you restless?”
I brush my finger over her pert nipple. It buds even more from my meekest touch. Isabelle loves sex. Her appetite is insatiable, and I love that her prowess is on par with mine. She's the first woman who can send me to the absolute brink of exhaustion, and I keep going because I can’t get enough of her.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Is your greedy pussy begging for attention, baby?” My voice is throatier as my grip on reality falters.
Isabelle’s breathing quickens as she slumps into my embrace. The tears in her eyes dry as lust overwhelms them.
“You don’t have to fight me for my attention, Isabelle. I’m yours. If you need me, you tell me.”
She bites on her bottom lip as fresh tears pool in her eyes. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Then what’s this all about? Why are you being so evasive?”
She mumbles something under her breath, but she’s quiet enough I can’t hear what she says.
No longer able to leash my dominant behavior, I alter my tactics, hoping to force a reaction from her. When I suck her nipple into my mouth through her thin cotton shirt, her head flops back. A whimper escapes her parted lips when I tug on her erect nipple.
And just like that, Isabelle is submissive.
I stand from my chair, taking her with me. While striding to the master suite, I rock my hips, rubbing my thickened cock against the seam of her black sweatpants. When she nibbles on the cropped beard hiding my jawline, her breath tickles my neck. Having a beard is exactly how I envisioned. Isabelle squirms more than usual, and I can smell her seductive scent for hours after I’ve devoured her.
When I place Isabelle on her feet, her hand goes straight to the button on my jeans. My cock pulses against my zipper from her eagerness, but I step back. As much as I’d love for her to suck my cock, that won’t force her to tell me what her earlier defiance was about. So for now, it will have to wait.
Hooking my thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, I yank them down her shaking thighs. A rough growl seeps from my lips when the scent of her arousal filters in the air. Once her shirt is pulled over her head and discarded along with her bra, I loosen the tie in her hair, growling when her dark locks fall past her shoulders.
My cock aches when I drink in the beautiful specimen in front of me. Isabelle’s body was created to make men fall to their knees. The heavy swell of her breasts, the smooth and succulent curve of her hips, and her glorious bare mound that tastes as sweet as honey has my cock fighting to break free from my trousers, dying to claim her, mark her. To make her mine.
Her breathing turns excited when I secure her favorite blue tie from the walk-in closet. “Same rules. If you want me to stop, ask me to stop.”
Nodding, she laces her fingers together, then holds her hands out in front of her body. Her eyes are bright and eager, her pussy is slicked with wetness. She loves this—forcing my dominance, being controlled—but this time is different. This time, her eyes are evasive and hazed with apprehension. They're the most guarded I’ve ever seen them.
Let’s see how long it takes to break her defiance this time around.
CHAPTER26
ISABELLE
“If you want me to stop, Isabelle, say it.”
My nails bend harshly as I crawl across the sweat-dampened sheets, trying in vain to get away from Isaac and his torturous cock. For the past hour, he’s been relentlessly teasing me, but no matter how many times I try to fire the word ‘stop’ off my tongue, it won’t happen. My body can’t say no to Isaac, even when he's torturing it.
A moan ripples from my parched throat when he tightens his grip on my hips. My knees dig deeper into the mattress as the pounding of his cock increases. Even irrefutably furious at him, my body relishes every precise thrust. My sex greedily squeezes him, sucking him in deeper, convulsing around every glorious inch.
“Tell me why you want to go to Tiburon. Why you want us to be separated again?” he asks for the ten-hundredth time since we entered the master suite.
I give him the same answer I’ve given him the past hour. “I need some time to think.”
He grunts, not believing me before adding an extra roll of his hips to his unyielding pumps. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he screws me with such wildness, every nerve in my body is overloaded, sparked, and ready to explode.
When his hand slides between my legs, I inhale a sharp, quick breath. He slides his fingertips over the swollen bud of my clit, coiling my womb into a constrictive hold that has my mind absent of any thoughts but my race to orgasm. Every hair on my body bristles at the same time the pummeling of his cock stops.
“No! Please!”
