Page 47 of Ambition

I would never leave.

I know, somewhere in the distant, more aware part of my brain, that Cain is here, and has seen all of this, but I cannot find it in me to care.

And yet… Cain must.

Because he speaks over Isadora’s quieting breaths. “Okay,” he says, something rough in his voice. “That’s what he did for you. But what are you going to do for him?”

I don’t understand his angle, except to satisfy Isadora’s ego, pretending shedidsomething for Writhe, despite the fact I took it from her, as she said. But I open my mouth to tell Cain to go fuck himself. I was able to keep Isa’s clothes on and make her come, but I don’t want to risk Cain seeing any more of her than he already has.

And yet, it’s like Isadora knows exactly what I’m going to say, because she straightens then and presses her palms lightly to my injured chest, blotchy with red and orange and purple-tinted bruising, blood under my skin.

“I want to,” she whispers, staring at me.

My body stiffens as I loosen my grip on her throat and slowly pull my fingers from her. She sucks in a breath, her mouth open as she shifts upward a little, and I slide my hand over her clit, then up higher, gliding along her pubic bone before I pull my hand out of her sweats.

Without thinking, I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking on three of them as she watches.

“Yes,” she says as I taste how divine she is, nearly deep-throating my own fingers so I don’t waste any of her,“I want to, Von.”Then she pushes me gently back.

I go willingly, taking my fingers from my mouth and pressing my palms to the mat under me, but I protest all the same. “Not here. We can go home. We can—”

“Please, Von.” She runs her palm over my erection as she shifts to her knees over me. “Please let me,” she whispers, her voice seductive. She is in thismode,and I am frightened to see it, to think maybe she viewsmeas a job, too, but I’m turned on all the same.

I close my eyes one moment. One breath as she strokes me over my pants.“Isa.”I tip my chin up, my throat bared. “Isa,” I say again. But I don’t protest. We both know I’m not going to stop her.

And I don’t.

When she pushes off my shoes. When she tugs down my pants, and my boxer briefs, then gets undressed herself, with no amount of shame.

When she straddles me backward, ass facing me, and she’s on her fucking hands and knees and my eyes are open now and I don’t think I’m breathing.

Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking me before she widens her knees and sinks down on me, arching her ass up, giving me a view I think I would die to have again. Her cunt is so tight around me, and I can seeeverything,inhale the sensual scent of her, everything ofherconsuming and corrupting me.

I know I’m not going to fucking last and maybe in front of a man like Cain that should be embarrassing, but I don’t care. He wouldn’t last either if he had this fucking view.

She turns then, looking at me over her shoulder, her hair down her back. She drops her hips, then arches her spine, only to repeat the motion, fucking me faster and using her palms on the mat as leverage.

I have never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. The reason she’s doing it, who is in here watching, none of that matters right now, my eyes completely for her.

I reach out, my hand palming her ass, gripping her tight and pulling upward, so I can watch as her pussy grips my cock.

“Fuck, Isa.” I can’t help saying it.Moaningit. My chest aches, my abs, too, which I’m using to lean up a little, so I don’t miss a thing. But her onmydick feels so damn good, I think I would walk through flames for it, just like I nearly did for her soul all those years ago.

And the idea of anyone else getting this from her makes me feel fucking homicidal. I guess I already am that, but even now, knowing Cain is watching, I think I could murder every Unsaint and member of the 6 if they ever touched her.

I lift my eyes once, briefly, and I see Cain’s dark ones staring back at me, a soft smirk on his mouth, his top teeth pressing into his full bottom lip, like he’s about to come too, with no one touching him. Like he wishes, in this moment, he wasme.

Yeah. Keep fucking dreaming.

She turns away from me then, arching her spine more, showing memore,how tightly she clings to me, up and down my shaft. But I know she’s looking at Cain, more than likely, and the jealousy fuels my lust.

I grip her ass hard enough to bruise, driving my fingertips into her skin as I guide her up and down on me, until I’m right there, so fucking close, and I know I’m not going to pull out and if she tries to get off me… I grab her hips with both hands just in case she thinks of it.

I yank her back onto me as I call out her name, coming inside of her as I lie back, my chin tilted up, throat exposed, echoing,“Isa,”again, and again, and again.

Until I’m fucking spent. Until the pain in my body slowly starts to snake back into my limbs, up my chest, into my temple, my awareness.

Fuck. I am truly fuckingfucked. No one can get that from her, not anymore, and I know I will kill anyone who tries again.

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