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Although my mind is still reeling as it tries to unravel everything that's happened the past forty-eight hours, there's one thing that isn’t scrambled. It’s as clear as the sun shining in the sky.
I am in love with Isabelle.
When I take a step away from Isabelle, unpinning her from the wall, her chest expands and deflates with every breath she takes. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she stares at me in confusion, unable to comprehend what I'm telling her.
“You own me, Isabelle. Every inch of me is yours. Can you not see that? You’ve owned me from the day you ran into me at the airport. You ruined me. All I see is you. Every breath I take, every decision I make is for you. I’m yours, and you're mine.” I cup her cheeks then stare into her beautiful chocolate eyes. “I love you.”
I sweep away her tears with my thumb before sealing my mouth over hers. Her lips remain stiff for only a second before she laces her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, strengthening our kiss while also binding us tighter together.
The heat of her bare pussy scorches my hardened cock when I step closer to her, pinning her back against the wall. When her hand slithers between us to stroke my rock-hard shaft through my thin shorts, a hoarse groan rolls up my throat. Every lash of my tongue in her delectable mouth has her stroking my cock faster, more urgent, almost greedy.
I grip her curvy ass, ensuring my fingers add the sting she likes, before hoisting her up higher on the wall, where I spend the next several hours fucking her senseless, marking her, claiming her, and possessing every inch of her, ensuring she's fully aware that I'm hers, and she ismine.
CHAPTER33
ISABELLE
“Isabelle.”
A deep voice trickles through my eardrums before clustering in my core.
I groan before rolling onto my stomach. “Just a few more hours.”
My sex tingles when goosebumps follow the pattern Isaac’s fingertip makes over my naked body. He glides it over my shoulder blade, down my back, across my backside, and along my thigh, sparking my every nerve with the meekest touch.
I lift my head off the pillow and crank it to the side. The most seductive pussy-clenching smirk is etched on his handsome face, loving the effect his meager touch has on my body.
“A week still not enough for you to get your fill?”
I roll over to face him, exposing my naked breasts to his eager eyes.
“I’ll never get enough.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, drawing it in so deep, his name huskily escapes my lips. The beat of my heart increases when he bites my nipple before his tongue soothes the sting, but I’m left disappointed when he pulls back.
I slant my head to the side, eyeing him curiously when I notice the quickest spark of hesitation firing through his eyes. When he notices my curious glance, his lips curve into a smirk before he moves to the walk-in closet, his steps fast and efficient.
My brows furrow when he returns with a pair of jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, and my Burberry trench coat. For the past week, he stipulated clothing was optional. Which, of course, means I’ve spent a majority of the last week naked, so I’m somewhat surprised when he lifts me from the bed and commences dressing me.
Even shocked, my lips still curve into a broad grin. I love how he nurtures and takes care of me.
“Once you're ready, meet me down in the foyer.” His low tone has stupid butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I nod before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. In my eagerness to discover what ‘s caused the sudden shift in his personality, I don’t bother applying makeup.
My brisk steps down the stairwell falter when I spot Hugo standing in the foyer. Tears burn in my eyes when I notice he's wearing his standard work attire that consists of a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. I haven’t seen him since our kiss over a week ago. I was growing very worried.
After brushing a few tears off my cheeks, I rush down the stairs and throw myself into his arms. “Hey, Isabelle,” he greets me in his familiar drawl.
He places me back on my feet just as Isaac enters the foyer from the living room. I throw my arms around his neck as I just did Hugo, except this time, I seal my mouth over his. My heart thuds against my ribs when he deepens our kiss.
He kisses me so senseless, I forget we have company. If Hugo’s deep bellowing voice didn’t sound through my ears, I’d still be clueless. “I’ll bring the car around.” I don’t need to look at him to know he's smiling. I can hear it in his voice.
The front door shutting bounces through the foyer before Isaac pulls his delicious lips away from my mouth. As he drifts his lips between mine, they speak the words his mouth is failing to articulate.
“Thank you.”
Isaac fired Hugo the instant Hugo informed him we had kissed, not giving him a chance to explain. I proceeded with caution the past week while bringing up the subject of Hugo. I shared snippets here and there of everything Hugo had done for us the past few months without mentioning his name. Little comments about how he convinced me our relationship was worth fighting for, and that he was an asset to our relationship, not a hindrance. Even though I never mentioned Hugo’s name, Isaac knew whom I was referring to, and if Hugo’s return is anything to go by, he heard the message I was trying to put across.
