Chapter 42
42
Isaac
W hat a fucking clusterfuck.
Even though I desperately wanted to chase Tovah down, I still had to deal with the woman behind me. I jogged back to where she waited, a disappointed look in her eyes.
Eliana Rabin was the daughter of one of my father’s…business colleagues. The Rabins were another crime family in New York, and while they didn’t have the power of the Silvers or the prestige of the Golds, they had plenty of wealth and control over various industries, which made them an important player in my dad’s world. And, soon to be, mine.
“You just let her go?” she asked.
I crossed my arms. “That’s not really your business, Eliana.”
She smiled a sad smile. “It is if we’re getting married.”
I shook my head at this bullshit. “We aren’t getting married.”
“Isaac.”
She stepped up again to put what she thought was a comforting hand on my shoulder, but I stepped out of the way. I never should’ve let her touch me in the first place.
Sighing, she dropped her hand. “I don’t like it either. But our fathers decided it was a good idea to grow both our families’ holds over the city. We don’t have a choice, so we should make the best of it, shouldn’t we?”
“Why the hell am I only hearing about this now?” I asked. “Why did you think it was a good idea to come to my hockey game instead of, I don’t know, calling me?”
“Your sister called you multiple times,” she said. “According to Liza, anyway. And you spoke to your father, didn’t you? He said he told you you’d have to marry soon.”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I’d spoken to my father, and he had mentioned it. But I’d been so enraged at him, and the idea of getting married had been so absurd, I’d blocked it from my mind. It didn’t fucking matter though; I wasn’t engaged to Eliana.
There was only one person I wanted to marry.
And she’d run from me.
“I’m not marrying you,” I told her.
She shook her head. “Your father sent me. He says this is happening. No one says no to your father. You know what he does to people who ignore his commands.” She shivered. “He’s not…entirely sane, is he?”
He wasn’t. He was a maniacal asshole, who of course had sent her here without warning. And I had missed some of Liza’s calls. Abe loved to fuck with his children. This was more than just messing with my mind and my life though. This was a reminder of his power over me and my fate, and how I had no say in my future.
But I was going to have some goddamn say in this.
“I don’t think your father knows you have a girlfriend,” Eliana told me.
“He doesn’t. And it’s going to stay that way. I refuse to let him fuck with our lives. Starting with this sham of an engagement. Where did you get the damn ring, anyway?”
She shrugged. “Your father gave it to me.”
“Do you do everything my father tells you to do?”
Her eyes flashed, a little bit of the fire I knew she had peeking out behind the reserved polish. “I do when my family’s safety and well-being is on the line. We’re not getting out of this, Isaac. So I suggest you break up with your girlfriend and save her, and yourself, a lot of heartache. She deserves better than being a mistress.”
Mistress? I gaped at Eliana.
“Don’t talk about Tovah that way. She’s not going to be my mistress; she’s going to be my wife. ”
Eliana gasped, but I was done with her. Getting into my car, I told her, “Send my regards to dear old dad,” before slamming the door shut and starting the car. As I drove away from the parking lot, not even caring that my team was blowing up my phone, wondering why I wasn’t there to celebrate our win, I checked the cloning/tracker app to see where Tovah had run off to.
Her dot was at the newspaper office, not home.
Of course. She’d gone somewhere that felt like hers, and where she assumed I wouldn’t look for her, like I would at Aviva’s and Jack’s, or her old apartment. Plus, I didn’t have keys.
Was she calling “LOML” to ask for help?
Didn’t matter. She didn’t know I’d always know exactly where she was as long as she had her phone with her, and I had no problem at this point with a little light breaking and entering. And another kidnapping, if it came down to that.
And if LOML tried to contact her, I’d kill him.
* * *
I parked in the lot behind the newspaper office, choosing a spot in the shadows so Tovah didn’t see me in case she was looking out the window. I wasn’t giving her the opportunity to run again. Walking around to the back of the building, I picked the lock. It was one of the first things my older sister had ever taught me. The alarm beeped once, but didn’t go off. I walked through the quiet, dark building, searching for her.
The only light that was on was in the editor-in-chief’s office. Was Tony or whatever his name was here?
For one, insane moment, I worried that she’d asked him to come. That she was writing the exposé against me and my family, after all.
No, she wouldn’t.
Fuck, would she?
Not bothering to knock, I threw open the door to his office. Tovah and that asshole were behind his desk, looking at something.
What were they looking at? Were they plotting against me, or was I being paranoid?
“Get the fuck out,” I barked.
“Isaac!” Tovah looked up at me, eyes wide, before they narrowed into slits.
“ You get out,” she said.
I didn’t look at her. “Tony, get the fuck out here, before I fulfill my earlier promise of tossing you out a window.”
“I believe the term is defenestrate,” he said snottily. “And my name is Toby.”
“I know what the term is, and I don’t care. I know what your name is, and I also don’t care. I’m still going to defenestrate you if you don’t leave right now. ”
Even though he was a complete asshole, he wasn’t a complete idiot, so with one last look at Tovah, he gathered his things and was gone a moment later.
I advanced toward Tovah, who shut off the computer.
“Working on anything interesting?” I asked, my tone bland.
Her tone wasn’t. “Where’s your fiancée? Waiting nicely in the car for you?”
“I don’t have a fiancée.”
“The ring on her finger would suggest otherwise,” she spat. “Seriously Isaac, how the hell could you not tell me you were engaged to someone? I know you were fucking with my head, but this is low, even for you.”
God, the accusation hurt. So did the pained, distrustful look in her eyes. Coming around the side of the desk, I grabbed her out of the chair and pulled her around to face me.
“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me,” she hissed.
Hell no.
“I can put my hands wherever I want. You’re mine, remember?”
“Right. Your little fuck toy. I’m sure you’d love to keep me around after you get married.”
I glared at her. What was it with everyone thinking I wanted a mistress?
“Oh, I’ll keep you around after I get married,” I threatened. “Keep you tied to our bed and my cock inside you until you get sweet and submissive again. Sounds like a good idea, actually.”
She wiped frantically at her eyes. “Your wife might have an issue with that.”
“That would be weird, since you’re going to be my wife,” I said, satisfied when her eyes bugged out of her head. I should be remorseful, but the distrust was messing with that.
“But—”
“I’m not marrying Eliana. My jerk of a father is trying to arrange a marriage between us to fuck with me. I didn’t even know about it until Eliana showed up at the game tonight.”
Tovah’s hand dropped away from her face, and I finally saw the tears she’d been hiding.
My heart, that fucking thing, squeezed.
Shit.
All the distrust and anger fled, leaving guilt behind. I hated, hated, hurting her now.
I tilted her chin up with my fingers, making sure she was staring straight at me.
“Tovah, bashert, I promise you, I’m not engaged to her. It’s not real. The only person I’m ever marrying is you.”
She was my soulmate after all, my destiny. I’d only ever called one other person that, but the way I’d felt about that little girl didn’t come close to how I felt about Tovah.
Fuck.
I loved her.
I felt like I’d been punched by a goalie with his gloves off. It shook me to the core, but it was true. The truest thing I’d ever felt.
Tovah must not have realized what I had. She shook her head. “Do you really think you have a choice? Forget the fact that I never agreed to marry you, Isaac. You’re the one who told me that your father has already decided your future, and you can’t get out of it. No hockey. No Tovah. Just a career as the head of the Silver dynasty, and a pretty mafia princess to go with it.” Her voice broke. “Can you tell me honestly you won’t have to marry her?”
Tears were spilling down her cheeks. I hated watching her cry. The only time I wanted to see her cry was when I was fucking her face and she was choking on my cock. And knowing I’d put these tears there right now…
“Tovah, baby, bashert, don’t cry,” I demanded, or tried to. But all she did was cry harder. I gently wiped away a tear with my finger. “I will not marry her. I’ll give everything up to make sure that doesn’t happen. The one thing I’m not giving up is you. That’s non-negotiable.”
She shook her head. “Admit it, Isaac. You and I are on borrowed time. There’s no way this works. Your family is my enemy, and you don’t have control over your own life. We need to end this thing between us. We never should’ve started it in the first place.”
I froze. I could feel my jaw going hard, my eyes going flinty. She was trying to take the wheel of our relationship and probably drive us into a tree. She wasn’t wrecking what we had.
I wouldn’t allow it.
“Never say that,” I said, as I towered over her, and moved around behind her, kicking the rolling chair away from the desk.
“Isaac, what are you?—”
“Reminding you who you belong to, and who I belong to. You don’t talk that way, and you certainly don’t try to end this thing between us. Don’t think I forgot how I just found you. What were you doing in here, so late, with your weasel of an editor?”
“Nothing,” she said, turning her head to watch me warily. “He was here when I got here.”
“Yeah? And what were you two working on so diligently?” I asked silkily.
She shivered, just like I wanted her to. “Don’t change the subject. We were talking about your fiancée.”
“Until you’re wearing my ring, I have no fiancée. That conversational topic is over. What I want to know is what you and Tony were working on.”
“Toby.”
“Tell me, Tovah.”
“I was giving him notes on the editorial,” she said.
“Editorial? Not, say, an exposé on my family? One that we agreed you’d drop?” Even I could hear the danger in my voice.
She flipped around. “First, we never agreed . You threatened me with death by your family’s hand if I wrote it. Second, I dropped it. The article’s dead , Isaac. Just like our relationship.”
“If you say that again, Tovah, I’ll go out there, drag Toby back in, and throw him out the window like I threatened. And you can be an accessory to his murder. If you’re so interested in death right now.”
“Isaac, stop.”
“No.”
Stepping behind her, I gripped her by her hips and bent her over the desk, even as she fought me. Keeping one big hand on her back to keep her in place, I pulled her leggings and panties down with the other, until her ass was bare and presented to me.
Without warning, I slapped her right cheek hard, then her left, right, then left again, relishing in her shrieks and the way she fought me as I reminded her who she belonged to and who I belonged to , just like I’d said.
I didn’t really care about the article at the moment. I cared about reminding her she was mine. She was wearing my jersey right now, but that wasn’t even close to what I needed.
“It’s not enough for you to wear my jersey in public,” I told her. “I thought that would quiet this fucking beast inside me, but it doesn’t declare my ownership enough. Not to the world, and not to you. No, I’m going to make sure you never, ever forget who owns you. You don’t belong with LOML, whoever the fuck that asshole is. You belong to me. ”
“How do you know about LOML?” she cried.
“Who the fuck is he?”
She turned her head to glare at me. “What’s your plan, spank me until I can’t sit? Been there, done that, have the handprints to match.”
“Oh, little snoop, that doesn’t even come close to what I’ll do to you,” I said as I continued to turn her ass red. “I’ll tattoo my name to your tits. That way, I won’t even need you to wear my jersey to remind you you’re mine—it’ll be written on your skin. Permanently.”
“Don’t you fucking?—”
I covered her mouth with my free hand so all she could do was scream her pain and denial against it.
Finally, the spanking did its job, because she was wet and trembling in front of me, begging me to stop.
I did, testing her pussy to make sure she was wet enough for me.
“You love this, don’t you, perfect girl? You were made for me, like I was made for you.”
Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my cock, lined it up with her pussy, and shoved all the way in on one, perfect thrust.
Tovah screamed at the top of her lungs. She’d been ready physically, but not mentally. I didn’t give her time to catch up, setting a furious, frantic pace as I fucked into her, again and again, my hands gripping her bare hips tight so she couldn’t get away. As always, being inside her cunt was like coming home. Her pussy must have felt the same way, because it squeezed me each time I withdrew, like it didn’t want me to leave.
Releasing her hip with one of my hands, I shoved it under her so I could finger her clit and play with her pussy.
Tovah cried out, writhing against me as she moaned my name, over and over, only making me that much thicker and harder. I quelled the urge to come, because I wasn’t coming in her pussy tonight. No, I was going to explore the one hole I’d left as virgin territory so far. Claim her in every goddamned way I could, until there was no doubt in her head that she was mine, that I was hers, and that no one—no fake fiancée, no secret boyfriend—would come between us.
I slowed my pace, enjoying her gasps and pleas for more as I kept her from coming, edging her over and over, her tits smashed up against that fucker’s desk. Glancing up, I noticed a mirror over the door.
That perverted asshole. Well, I’d use it to my advantage, like watching Tovah’s face as she tried to contain how good it felt to be fucked by me. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed and glassy, her cheeks and chest flushed.
“God, you’re so beautiful, bashert. Made to be fucked by me, made to come.”
“Isaac—” she moaned, and I could feel her body clenching tight as it prepared to make my words come true.
“Nuh uh, not yet,” I scolded as I withdrew from her pussy, leaning down to admire how pink and swollen it was as it clenched on empty air, desperate to come.
Inspiration struck. If that pervert had a mirror facing his desk, he probably also had lube somewhere.
Leaving Tovah panting on the desk for a moment, I opened a few drawers, spotting it.
Perfect.
Thanks, fucker. Don’t mind if I help myself to some.
Grabbing the chair, I dragged it back over to the desk, my cock standing straight up. The horny fucker was desperate and hard, pissed that it hadn’t released in its favorite place. But he had to be patient because it was about to be better.
Uncapping the lube, I squeezed some onto my fingers, before I rimmed her asshole.
“Wait, Isaac?—”
“No, no waiting,” I interrupted. “You don’t get to keep any part of you from me.” I slid one finger in up to the knuckle, circling it around, before withdrawing it, adding more lube, and sliding in two fingers this time. Tovah moaned and squirmed, but she liked it, couldn’t hide it, not the way her little hole was clenching around my fingers as I stretched and prepared her.
I withdrew again, adding more lube, before inserting three fingers this time. She was hot, and tight, and I couldn’t fucking “wait to get my cock inside this tight little hole, little journalist,” I told her. “Then you’ll really know what it’s like to be owned.”
Once I felt she was adequately prepared, I withdrew my fingers, lubing up my cock.
Holding it steady, I lifted her, lowering her onto my lap—and her little asshole over my cock. Lifting my hips, I slowly edged inside her, careful not to go too far, too fast. Just the feel of her squeezing the tip was more than I was ready for. She was tight and hot, and the triumph over knowing I’d been first everywhere made my balls throb.
“I’ll be last everywhere, too,” I said out loud, not caring if I made sense or not.
“Isaac, I can’t do this, it’s too much,” she whimpered, like she always did.
“It’ll never be enough,” I corrected her, like I always did, as I slowly pushed her down over my cock, letting her ass swallow me up a little at a time.
Oh, fuck, fuck, nothing had ever felt like this before. But that’s always how it was with her, wasn’t it? It was like I was the one who was the virgin. Sex had never felt like this with anyone else.
“Just you,” I said. “It’s out of this world with you, and it’s only going to be with you. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Isaac, I caaaaan’t,” she whimpered.
“Yes you can,” I crooned in a voice I hardly recognized. “You’re my Tovah, aren’t you? My good girl. You’re going to relax that sweet, tight hole and bear down and open up for me, inch by inch, as I take you, because you want to be a good girl—just for me. Yes, that’s it. That’s my pretty little journalist. You’re doing so well, taking me like this.” I caught her gaze in the mirror and held it, and the blind, confused passion in her eyes made my legs practically shake with the effort not to come.
But I wasn’t fucking done with her yet.
Grinding my teeth, I forced myself to continue to go slow, thrusting up as I pushed her down, adding lube until she slid the rest of the way onto my cock and she was sitting on my lap.
I was as deep as I could go.
And, crazy as it is, I wanted to get deeper. Wanted to be so far inside her, she forgot where she stopped and I began.
“I never thought anyone would have this kind of power over me,” I confessed, not moving and just letting her clenching ass massage my dick as she adjusted to me inside her. I kissed her head, then lowered my chin onto it so I could continue watching the reluctant ecstasy on her face. “I never wanted anyone to. But you do. You own me. I don’t care if you’re lying to me. You could probably try to kill me, and I’d hand you the knife. That’s how torn up I am over you. That’s how much I belong to you, bashert. All I want is for you to belong to me right back. I love you. ”
“Isaac, what? I don’t? What are you?” she gasped, her moans confused and lost by my words. I didn’t give her time to consider them, because now I did need to move, as I rose to stand and bent her back over the desk so I could thrust. Slowly at first, and then more steadily, I pulled my hips backward and pushed them back in again, tunneling into that hot, tight, virgin hole, letting it squeeze me again and again. My balls were boiling and I needed to come, but she was going to come with me. With my clean hand, I started playing with her again, strumming and then pinching her clit, determined to make her orgasm as violent as mine was going to be.
“Isaac,” she cried, “It’s so much, it’s too?—”
“What did I tell you? It’ll?—”
Thrust.
“Never—”
Thrust.
“Be—”
Thrust.
“Enough.”
I caught her eyes with mine in the mirror and growled, “I’m in love with you. And no matter what you do, that won’t fucking change. You aren’t going anywhere.”
Gripping her clit, I pinched it tight, not releasing it until she screamed my name so loud the windows could’ve shattered, gripping my cock tight as her ass and pussy clenched, milking my cock so hard I came with her, my vision going white, my own roar echoing off the walls as I shot cum deep into her ass, filling her up with everything I had.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.