Page 86 of Pride

“You may not believe it now,” I say calmly, relishing the tension between us that threatens to boil over into something more physical any minute. “But it’s inevitable. You won’t be able to fight the chemistry between us as I force you to submit over and over.” I slide my tongue down the edge of her face and she shivers, her entire body shaking.

My smirk widens as I realize that Bella is fighting against her own desires just as much as she is trying to defy mine. The jet starts to move and the hostess on the plane clears her throat.

“I apologize for interrupting, but you must be seated for takeoff.”

I glare at her and release Bella’s throat. “Fine.” I grab her hand and lead her over to the seat I’d been sitting in. “You will sit on my lap, love.”

The hostess looks like she wants to tell me that’s not allowed, but when I glare at her, she backs off and walks away.

“Let go of me,” Bella says, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.

Which only makes me tighten my grip on her. “No,” I reply simply, pushing her down onto my lap so she’s facing me.

She squirms on my lap, which is a mistake, as she’s only making me harder than nails the more she tries to fight away from my touch. I stroke her thigh slowly and deliberately, making it difficult for her to move away as the pleasure outweighs her desperate need to disobey me.

A soft, hardly audible moan escapes her lips as I move my hand between her thighs and hike up the hem of her wedding dress. “Be a good girl and moan for me, love.”

She’s about to say something when I slam my fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt. The moan that escapes her lips is tantalizing as I move my fingers in and out of her.

“You are so wet, Bella,” I groan, hating the raspy quality of my voice as this girl has me twisted up over her. “Is it because you can’t stop thinking about my cock?”

Her lips purse and her eyes flash with a mix of anger and desire. “Definitely not.”

“It sure as hell feels like it.” I grab the back of her neck and yank her lips to mine. “I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”

She shudders as I slide my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like I’ve never kissed someone before. It’s all-consuming. The desire I feel for my wife is addictive and I fear that’s a bad thing. She’s a Benedetto. A part of my revenge plan, which means I need to break my addiction. For now, I’ll indulge in her.

“Isiah,” she murmurs my name as we break apart.

“What is it?”

Her lips purse and she shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I know that deep down she’s been waiting for this all night.

She gasps as I move my fingers deeper inside her, hitting the spot I’ve quickly learned drives her wild with need.

“This isn’t going to stop on this airplane,” I whisper against her ear. “Once we get to the island in the Maldives, I intend to make you moan non-stop for an entire fucking week. You’ll be so well fucked, you won’t be able to walk back onto the plane.” I nip her earlobe with the edge of my teeth. “I’ll have to carry you, and even then I won’t show you mercy, love. I’ll fuck you the entire way home.”

Bella shudders, her eyes dilating with a mix of fear and desire at my words. Increasing the pressure as I finger her makes her whimper softly, and I know if I keep pushing, she won’t be able to last much longer before she comes undone, but I don’t want that.

I withdraw my fingers, enjoying the way disappointment flashes across her face. And then I spin her around so that I can unlace her dress as it’s getting in the way. She may constantly deny her desire, but that disappointment tells the truth more than her words ever do.

“Are you desperate, love?”I ask, as I unfasten it as quickly as I can.

“I’m not desperate for anything from you,” she replies, as the dress drops to the floor

I spin her around and grab a fistful of her hair and yank her close, my lips skating over her jaw. “Such a liar. And yet I love that you lie. It makes it so much more satisfying when I see the truth in your eyes.” I drag my teeth over her skin gently, wanting nothing more than to devour this girl in every way, consume her until she’s nothing but a shell.

Releasing her hair, I grab the bag at my feet.

Bella’s brow furrows. “What are you doing?”

I smirk at her. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Reaching into the bag, I pull out a vibrator first.

Her lips purse together.

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