Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Knox
Only God knows how Isla and I are going to make it back to the villa.
I ride the motorcycle like a demon through the streets, driving as fast as possible, but I’m getting turned on just from her gripping my waist.
The temptation to pull over somewhere and fuck her again nearly does me in. The only thing that steadies my mind—and my cock—is the thought of stripping her naked and taking her on the bed we haven’t slept in yet as husband and wife.
Obsession has me in its claws, and I know there’s no going back to the man I was even an hour ago. I’d already decided I wasn’t going to play this game of resistance anymore. But this thing that’s wormed into my brain…it’s something different.
Something more powerful than my will.
This woman has made me lose control in a way that feels addictive, and I could quite happily stay like this forever. Me with my girl on the back of my bike, free from the chains of the terms and conditions that bind us. Free from the past and all the reasons that used to make us enemies.
I want this life. And that’s dangerous because I wasn’t supposed to want my little artist so badly it feels like I can’t breathe if I don’t have her.
I wasn’t supposed to yearn for her. To desire her. Crave her like my next breath.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Full stop.
I was the one who said this was just another contract.
It’s not. I don’t think it ever was.
Finally, we pull up outside the villa.
The moment we’re off the bike, I pick her up again, and my lips crush to hers when those long legs wrap around my waist. That’s how we enter the house.
I hear Sheila’s voice in the background, but she sounds far, far away. If I had to take a guess, she greeted us, then saw us kissing and took her leave.
The click of the door suggests I’m right.
I carry Isla upstairs to the bedroom, kicking the door in.
We tumble through, and I carry her over to the bed.
I lay her down, regretting even more that I wasn’t here last night to devour her.
I take a moment to hover over her and gaze down into her eyes.
Her cheeks flush, and she gives me a coy smile. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Everything I never got to do last night, and then some.” I reach down and grab the hem of her little tank.
With a wide grin, I lift it and her bra, pushing them over the top of her breasts. She helps me out by raising her arms so I can slip them off.
I keep my eyes on hers as I shrug out of my jacket and shirt. The instant they’re off, she scans the line of muscles on my torso and runs her tongue along her bottom lip, like she wants to taste me, too.
My eyes drop to her perfectly round, fuckable breasts with nipples as hard as bullets.
I plunge down, cupping her right breast in my hand before covering the nipple with my mouth.
She squirms, moaning with pleasure.
Flicking the hard nipple with my tongue, I play with her, nibbling the soft skin around her breast.
I groan from the delight of having free rein to touch and taste her however I want.
I snatch up her other breast, pulling her sweet flesh deep into my mouth. Her body shifts, arching into my chest as she drops her head back while moaning mindlessly.
That sound… God, I can’t get enough of it.
And I’m about to give her more.
Reaching down, I slip my fingers into her panties and tease her clit. She’s so wet again for me it drives me crazy. “You’re nice and wet down here, love.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpers at my touch.
I lean forward, lift her skirt, and lick her clit through her panties, then I roll the lace down her thighs, exposing her bare pussy. My cock twitches as an idea forms in my mind. A fantasy I’ve had since I first laid eyes on her.
I slide her skirt and panties off, along with her shoes, leaving her naked. Just the way I want her.
Moving back to her lips, I brush mine along them. “Sit on my face, love.”
Her eyes widen. “Sit…on your face? Like…this?” She glances down her body.
“Just. Like. That.” My grin must look psychotic.
“I’ve never… done that before.”
“You will do it for me. Come here.”
I lie on my back, then pick her up and position her over my body. She crawls backward, along me, moving to my face.
Fuck me. I gaze up at her pussy and nearly blow my load.
“Like this?” she asks, her platinum hair falling over her face.
“Exactly like that, love. Now, sit. Sit on my face.”
I can’t deny that part of me loves that she hasn’t done this with anyone. I’d be willing to bet there are more things like that. More firsts she’ll experience with me. More parts of her sweet body to corrupt.
Isla lowers her body to sit, plastering her pussy on my mouth, and I plunge my tongue into her pretty cunt. I suck hard on her clit, dragging my tongue up and down her length.
She moans out loud, and I know she’s on the verge of climax. Just like in the alley.
Pushing her thighs apart, I bury my tongue deeper.
“Oh God, Knox.” She rubs her pussy over my face. “Oh God. Mmm. It’s too much.”
I give her more and take more from her, too.
Her body shakes, and her breaths become shallow. She writhes against me, and my cock aches to be inside her again.
Not even an hour ago, I was balls deep, fucking her against the wall in the back of an alley. But it already feels like I’ve been without her for too long.
Holding her thighs tighter, I go deeper, then I feast, eating her out. I graduate from sucking to lapping and licking her heated core, driving her wild.
Minutes later, I bring her to climax, and when she comes, she fills my mouth with that delicious nectar.
I drink it in, and fuck, I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of her.
Isla collapses on my chest, wiggling her ass in my face. That does it.
That sends me over the fucking edge, and the monster breaks free.
I lift her off me, get off the bed, and unbuckle my belt.
The clink makes her turn her head and stare at me with those beautiful, hazel eyes. Even though she’s shuddering from the pleasure I just gave her, I can see she wants more, too.
Quickly, I unfasten my jeans and shove them down my legs with my boxers. My cock springs out, already erect and ready to fuck.
Isla looks at it, eyes roaming over my length from base to tip and back again.
“Woman, you don’t know what you do to me.” I grab the base and flex my hand down my length.
A playful smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Oh, I plan to.” I grin back at her, grabbing a handful of her ass.
She squeals and tries to swat my hand away, but I grab her wrist, taking back control.
I gaze at her, all playfulness gone. She takes note and becomes submissive again.
I climb back on the bed, then on top of her, forcing her legs apart as I push her arms over her head and pin them.
I like her like this. At my mercy.
I hold her down with one hand and slide my cock up and down her wet slit, then I thrust into her tight pussy.
“Oh, Knox,” she cries, her expression bittersweet.
I lean down until my skin is flush against hers, then pick up pace. “You’re so fucking hot, love. It kills me.” I take her lips, kissing her deep and hard, then I start to fuck her.
“Mmmm. Ahhh,” she moans against my ear. It’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” I gasp, pounding into her faster.
Her tits bounce across my chest, back and forth in a maddening tease. Her moans grow louder and louder, and the walls of her pussy clench around my cock, squeezing me so hard I have to fight to maintain control.
Blood rushes to my groin, and the heat rises in my cock. My control is slipping, and I’m seconds away from coming. Still, I keep pounding into her.
Isla squeezes her eyes shut and sucks in a deep breath, her face contorted in a twist of pleasure and pain.
“Oh, Knox. I’m coming!” she cries out loud.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me.”
She comes, screaming my name. Just the way I like it.
Lifting myself up, I watch her beautiful face, watching her as she comes undone, unravelling in my arms.
My dick swells inside her, and I come, too, filling her body with my cum.
The release heats every inch of my skin, and I try to catch my breath.
The two of us gasp for air. I gaze down at her, wanting her again.
She blinks up at me, panting.
I smile back at her, still keeping her hands pinned. “Mrs. Vale. I think it’s obvious now that we like each other.”
“I think so, Mr. Vale.”
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. Ready to go again?”
She nods. “Yes.”
She gasps when I pick her up, but she’s smiling. I set her on top of me again, so she can straddle my hips.
“Your turn to fuck me, love.”
Her eyes grow wide when she feels my cock pressing into her entrance and realizes I’m hard and ready to go again.
“Ride me, baby,” I growl.
She slides down onto my length. And it’s me who unravels this time.
Moonlight pours through the window, a silver wash over the sheets, over Isla’s bare shoulder, and the rise and fall of her breath.
She lies against me, her head on my chest, curled into me, warm and quiet.
Her leg is tangled with mine as if she forgot she ever tried to run from me.
Together, we gaze through the large arched windows at the stars scattered across the night sky, but all I can feel is her.
Her heartbeat pressed to my ribs, her scent still clinging to my skin. The way she fits against me.
I should let my mind settle, but I can’t. Not when having her in my arms feels like the one thing I was never supposed to want this much.
I trace her skin with my eyes, memorizing the way she looks. She’s not tense anymore and almost not guarded.
I guess I’m the same, but this feels too good for me to care about being guarded.
Nothing we’re doing now is logical, but I just want to feel. I never knew how dead I was inside until I met my artist and she breathed life into my soul.
Now, I’m in this constant state of needing her. Needing more of her. Needing to be close to her. Of never being done with her.
For the first time since I met her, I don’t want to reach the end of us. All I want is to keep her right here. Just like this. Locked in this moment. And that thought… that’s the thought I can’t shake.
This thing between us exists outside the realm of anything I’ve experienced. Not even my need for control can contain it. That doesn’t sit well with me.
I know I’m a control freak. And I don’t need a psych evaluation to tell me why. My mother did a number on my head. The day she left, I promised myself I’d never allow anyone—no matter who they were—to screw with my emotions again.
But wanting Isla… letting her in… that part was all me.
Isla’s fingers brush absently along my ribs, and my mind drifts back to her. Back to the safety of her and away from the darkness my mother reigned over the past.
Isla touches me like she’s not even aware she’s doing it.
I tighten my arm around her, just a fraction. Enough to feel her nestle closer.
She shifts slightly, her cheek brushing against my chest as she looks up at me. “You’re quiet,” she whispers, almost shyly, like she’s afraid to break our connection.
I swallow hard. “So are you, love.”
“I’m thinking,” she murmurs. “What about you?”
“I’m thinking, too.” I stare at the stars again because looking at her will give me away. “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” I’m surprised she’s being so open. “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” I decide to be open, too. Besides, there is one important thing we need to discuss.
She gazes up at me, her fingers going still on my chest. “What were you thinking about me?”
“That I should tell you about the woman you saw me with.”
Her expression hardens, and it’s clear she’s still riled up. I shouldn’t feel triumph, but part of me wants her to feel a smidge of the envy I have about Chad.
“Yes, you should tell me about her.”
“Is that what you were thinking about? Her?” I stare at her with arched brows.
“Yes. And I hope this isn’t the part where you tell me she’s some secret lover and you have two kids or something crazy like that.” She blinks, serious as hell.
I chuckle and shift so I’m on my side, directly facing her. “Good guess. She does have two kids.”
“Oh my God. I’m right.” She pulls away, but I tug her back.
“Just about the kids. But they’re my Godchildren.”
Her breath falters, and I can almost see her mind processing that information. “God… children?”
“Yeah. The woman’s name is Camile. She’s my best friend, Paul’s, wife.”
Her lips part, and she looks genuinely surprised. “Oh, best friend?”
“Yes, my best friend. And before you ask, I’ll tell you why he couldn’t be at the wedding—or be part of it.
” I take a breath. “Paul has a rare form of Huntington’s disease.
We met in college, played football together, and he went on to the NFL.
But a few years after he got married, the disease turned aggressive.
He’s on his lasts now. He may have a few months left. If we’re lucky… a year.”
Isla goes still, and her face changes instantly. The fire, the attitude, the walls—everything drops. Her eyes gloss, and she presses her lips together like she’s trying to keep them from trembling.
“I’m so, so sorry.” Her eyes search mine, full of compassion.
“It’s okay.”
“I… feel like such an ass.”
“Don’t. I can understand why you made the assumption. I guess Camile and I looked suspicious. She only came to the wedding reception to give us a gift. I met her in the garden because she wanted to avoid the press. She didn’t want to answer difficult questions about her husband.”
Isla closes her eyes briefly and sighs. “I completely misread everything.”
“It’s my fault. I could have told you, but every time I tried, we, um…”
“Ended up like this?” she fills in, her cheeks reddening.
My fingers twitch with the urge to touch her, so I do. I cup her jaw and lean closer. “I hope that won’t be a problem, love. We’re going to end up like this a lot.”
“No. It’s not going to be a problem.”
“Good, because you’re about to end up on my cock again.” I pull her into my arms, and it’s her who leans in to kiss me.
I let her take it—the moment, the control, the power—and damn, does it feel good.