Page 58 of Pride

He smiles back. “Hey.”

Isiah gets in and gives the driver a death stare for even looking at me. “Regents Park,” he says.

The driver nods and starts to drive, and I give Isiah a withering look, as he’s being a dick. I literally just said hi to our driver. It’s not like I was flirting with him. Ever since his warning about Enzo, I do feel on edge around other men with him near. The guy is a loose cannon, ready to go off at any moment.

“What’s in Regents Park?” I ask.

Isiah clicks his tongue. “What did I say the number one rule was?”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” There’s no humor in his tone.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Fine, I’ll just sit in silence then.”

He chuckles and slides a hand under the hem of my skirt, high onto my thigh. “I can think of something more entertaining to do on the drive over.”

My entire body turns stiff. “Don’t you dare,” I warn.

He ignores me, though, and thrusts his fingers into me. His movement is so sudden that I gasp, my grip on the leather seat tightening as he works against me. He moves fast, in and out, until I’m trembling with pleasure and desire so strong it renders me speechless and yet there’s that underlying hatred always there. My breath comes in desperate gasps while his other hand tugs at the ends of my hair.

My head spins from the sensation and I’m torn between wanting more and wanting to push him away. He knows he’s pushing boundaries, yet still he persists, showering kisses along my neck as his fingertips keep working inside me. Every touch sends a wave of pleasure to my core, making me forget all about the fact that I don’t want this.

The cab driver looks at us in the rearview mirror with a disapproving frown, getting Isiah’s attention.

He gives him a warning glare. “Eyes on the road, mate.” His accent is heavy as he says that. What I can only say is it has a London twang to it.

The driver pales and focuses on the road ahead, but I use Isiah’s distraction to my advantage, tearing his hand away from my pussy.

“I told you, no. Keep your hands to yourself.”

He laughs. “That’s why you were moaning, is it?”

“I wasn’t moaning.”

I can’t believe how arrogant he is. Every day, he surprises me with his utter bullshit.

He wraps his palm around my throat and squeezes, and then when I think he can’t be any more of an asshole, he slides his other fingers back into me. “You know how this goes, Bella. I own you, pure and simple.”

I notice the driver glance back here again, a look of horror on his face as he sees what Isiah is doing.

“Driver, do you want me to fuck you up?” he asks, not taking his eyes off of me.

“N-No,” he mutters.

“Then eyes on the fucking road.”

I shudder at the intensity in his gaze as he fingers me lazily, drawing that pleasure he seems to so expertly coax from my body to the surface. His tongue draws a line across my collarbone before dipping lower between my cleavage, eliciting a wanton moan from my lips, despite myself. When I feel like I’m about to come apart, the cab comes to a stop.

Isiah slowly withdraws his fingers from my pussy and leans back into his seat with a satisfied smirk on his face. His gaze holds mine as if daring me to confront him over it, not letting me come before he throws some money at the front seat for our driver. “Keep the change,” he says simply, before getting out of the cab.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter to the driver.

He shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says simply, and once I’m out, he races away at breakneck speed.

“I think you scared him half to death,” I say, glaring at the man who, unfortunately, I have to marry in less than one month’s time.

“Good,” he says simply, shoving his hands into his suit pockets. “He’s lucky he isn’t dead for looking at you the way he did.”

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