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Sometime later, I wriggle my hands, fighting against the restraints binding them together. The urge to run my hands over Isaac’s sweat-slicked body is so overwhelming, I can’t hold back my desire for a moment longer.
Noticing my struggle, Isaac releases my hands from their restraints. My hands dart to his body to eagerly run them along his bulging biceps before raking them down his sweat-drenched back.
With every pump of his hips, pleasure rockets through my body. I moan his name when a long and intense orgasm lights up my body. I shudder in ecstasy, growling his name on repeat.
“One more,” he requests through panted breaths.
He adjusts his position, so he’s kneeling before moving his hands to my back. Scooping me in his arms, I end up straddled on his lap. My breasts squish against his smooth chest when my arms band around his neck.
I inwardly squeal when Isaac mutters, “Choose your pace, baby.”
Barely able to move since my legs are Jell-O, he shifts his hips upward, gliding his throbbing cock in and out of my saturated pussy.
“Like that?”
I don’t grace him with a reply. I just groan a long, purring moan as warmth flames my skin. A bead of sweat runs down Isaac’s cheek as his precise rhythm has me chasing my next climax.
If I weren’t already close to the brink, his dirty mouth soon has my orgasm teetering on the edge. All his comments about how much he loves fucking me, how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock, and that he could fuck me for years and never get enough, has my climax building at a rapid pace.
His cock thickens as his sprint for release grows. Spurred on by his impending climax, I increase the tempo of our thrusts. Our pace turns wild that only skin slapping skin echoes around the living room.
“Fuck, Isabelle, you get tighter when you’re about to come.”
“Oh, God,” I pant before fireworks explode in front of my eyes.
Isaac’s name tears from my throat in a rumbling scream as I quiver through a blinding orgasm. My climax lengthens when the sting of his teeth is felt on my shoulder blade, closely followed by the hot spurts of his seed erupting inside my convulsing pussy.
CHAPTER36
My eyes flutter open when Isaac scoops me into his arms and strides through his impressive mansion. I snuggle into his sweat-slicked chest, loving that he can carry me with such ease.
Once we reach his bedroom, he continues with his fast pace until we’re standing at the entrance of the double shower located in his ensuite bathroom. Adjusting my position, he turns on the faucet, not once relinquishing me from his grasp or making me concerned he might drop me.
When the water is warm, he steps us into the shower. The heavy spurts of the hot water flowing from the showerhead massage and revive my overtired muscles. Once the ache in my body lessens, Isaac places me down onto my feet.
In silence, he squeezes body wash onto a shower puff and lathers it over my entire body. Once he washes away the suds, his pampering shifts to my hair. My heart swells from witnessing a side of Isaac I don’t think many people have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The powerful and ruthless businessman has succumbed to a mere man, lovingly nurturing a person he cares for.
“You reallyreallylike me,” I mumble through a heavy-lidded gaze.
His dedication to my hair halts as his darkening eyes lower to mine. “Why do you think I forced myself to stay away from you.”
He returns his attention to massaging the shampoo in my hair. His thick, powerful fingers have goosebumps breaking out over my skin.
Since his remark was more of a statement than a question, I don’t bother compiling a response. Instead, I nervously chew on my bottom lip. I know the reason why I had to stay away from Isaac, but I was unaware he was fighting the same internal battle. How many months have we wasted fighting an urge greater than us both?
Sensing a change in my composure, Isaac expels a sharp breath. “I’m not a good man, Isabelle. I tried to stay away from you so I could protect you.”
My brows draw together as my eyes shoot up to his. Before a reply can form in my mind, he silences any response from seeping from my lips with his index finger.
“It would have been safer for you if we’d never met, but now that I’ve claimed you as mine, I can’t give you up, but I promise I’ll protect you, and no one will ever hurt you.” His beautiful eyes relay the truth in his declaration.
His statement adds more suspicion to a theory that’s been running through my brain the past several weeks. Realizing this may be my only opportunity to ask a question that’s been haunting me for weeks, I blurt out, “What did Col Petretti say to me in Italian the night we left your club?”
Isaac stiffens as his gaze shifts to the side. Although he could be perceived as looking at my face, he isn’t. He’s glancing straight past me. How do I know this? His gaze is so hot, when it leaves you, you experience the loss of its warmth.
Before any lies can spill from his lips, I demand, “Don’t lie to me, Isaac. You said you never lie.”
His gaze snaps back to mine. The loving man who was mere minutes ago shampooing my hair has been replaced with a man whose gaze alone would have the toughest men shivering in their boots.
