Chapter 15
SLADE
If my mom saw how much cooking I was doing for this girl, she’d probably start crying, saying how happy she is seeing me care for someone and treat a girl right.
She’d have a stroke from how happy she would get.
It’s been two days since I kissed Isabella and I’ve been home two nights in a row, not including the night she got drunk.
Every day I cook breakfast and dinner.
Every night we sit on the couch together. She’s writing while I’m reading a book or watching a show.
And I haven’t felt the need to take a line in those few days.
Not even for a kill.
I’ve had one mission and it was in the daytime while Isabella was at work.
I’m not going to lie, I’m getting restless with not doing anything and taking out my demons.
They demand to be released but I’m keeping them locked up just so I can enjoy my nights with Isabella.
This wasn’t supposed to distract me or keep my demons at bay.
Isabella was supposed to be the person to help me get the role of Pakhan, not someone to make food for. I wasn’t meant to sleep in her bed cuddling with her so she wouldn’t get nightmares, or giving her a rides to work.
None of this was supposed to happen and I feel like the leash is starting to get into her hands.
I need to get back my control.
The door unlocks and in walks Isabella.
She’s on the phone, probably with her grandma.
She told me a little bit about her grandma and how she practically raised her since her parents died young.
I had Niko look into it for me around the time of her nightmare when I was watching her sleep, like I do every night, but she doesn’t need to know that.
I found out that both her parents died in a car crash in the middle of the woods. Isabella stated in the investigation that her parents saw a man in the middle of the road. They tried to swerve out of the way and ended up hitting a tree and their car flipped.
Isabella went to a nearby gas station to get help.
Then Isabella’s statement was about how she saw a bad man with blue eyes and a hood and how he was going to take her.
Which made me think back to the hooded man who was lingering near my building
Isabella smiles when she sees me, a light blush decorating her cheeks. “Yes, Grams, I swear everything’s fine. The book is going well,” she says as she walks towards her room.
I focus back on the food.
It’s almost done.
Today I made a rice pilaf with my mother’s recipe.
Isabella’s kind of picky but I know she’ll like this.
My phone buzzes on the counter, Niko’s name on the screen.
I pick it up and turn the stove on low, knowing I won’t pay much attention to the food.
“What?” I answer in Russian.
“I found the name of the suspect outside your apartment, sir,” Niko responds in Russian.
Most of my conversations with him are in Russian since he knows Russian better than English.
“Okay, good. Tell me everything,” I say.
“His name is Georgio Bandino. He graduated from NYC ten years ago with a doctorate degree in criminal psychology.”
I look up and see Isabella come out of the hallway, in more comfortable clothes, shorts and a tank top.
While keeping my eyes on her, I say, “Interesting.”
“I thought so too. He worked with the FBI for forensics.”
“How old is he?” I ask. Isabella's eyes go to me.
She’s not used to me speaking Russian because most of the time I talk to her in English. The only time I speak in Russian is when I’m talking to my family or Niko.
“Thirty-eight. Born and raised here in the US.”
“No wonder. All Americans are fucking insane,” I say and Isabella’s eyes wander down my body.
I smirk at her and motion for her to come to me. She shakes her head and I raise an eyebrow at her, daring her to disobey me.
She decides to listen and slowly walks to me.
“I’m still trying to find a connection between you and him sir. I’m looking through every employee there was at the time he worked at the FBI,” Niko says while I grab her waist in my hand and pull her closer to me.
She smiles and laughs silently so Niko won’t hear her.
“He doesn’t work there anymore?” I ask, my hand traveling up her body, slowly so I can remember how every inch of her feels.
“No. He got fired due to an issue between him and another employee.”
My finger traces the valley of her breasts slowly, my eyes meeting hers so I can see what I’m doing to her.
Her eyes are filled with lust and goosebumps spread over her body as she leans into me. I trace her collarbone while her breathing comes out uneven, probably because she’s trying to control herself.
I want to make her cum with fucking Niko on the phone just so I can see how much she can control herself.
“Find out why and how he got fired,” I say, trailing my finger back down her body.
Fuck it.
I’m going to make her cum with Niko on the phone.
“Slade,” Isabella whispers when my finger stops at the waistband of her shorts.
My eyes go back up to hers and she looks at me with not just nervousness but also temptation, as if I won’t fucking do it.
“I tried but that file was locked sir. It seems they have buried that issue deep, not wanting it to come out,” Niko says at the same time I shove my hand in her shorts and underwear.
Isabella grabs my wrist when my hand cups her dripping pussy.
She’s hot and wet, all for me.
“I don’t care. Fucking find a way to get information on that cunt. I want to know who he is.”
Isabella shakes her head slowly and begs for me to stop.
Fuck that, not when I’m so close.
I need to feel her.
I need to feel her dripping for me.
And trust me, she’s fucking dripping.
I thrust a single finger inside her and she’s fucking tight.
Too fucking tight.
A thought crosses my mind.
I didn’t think she would be a virgin but at the same time I’m not surprised.
I slowly move my finger out before thrusting it back in.
Isabella’s knees shake and I turn us around so that I’m pressing her against the counter.
I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder and turn off the stove, too preoccupied.
Fuck the food, I’ll eat her pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“I’ll get onto it, sir,” Niko says, reminding me I’m still on the phone with the fuckface.
My dick grows with an erection that Isabella caused.
“Oh my god, that feels so good,” she whispers while her chin trembles.
I move my finger out and slam in it harder and reach all the way to what I assume is her g-spot. I play with her clit with my thumb, circling it and giving it attention.
“I have to call you back, Niko. I’m busy right now,” I say while I watch Isabella fall apart because of my fingers. I hang up and throw the phone on the counter. “You’re fucking hot you know that?” I ask, my hand grabbing her chin to force her eyes on me.
She keeps closing them from the overwhelming pleasure but I need her eyes on me.
“Slade-”
I cut her off by taking her lips in mine.
I keep thrusting my finger in and out of her while playing with her clit very slowly, teasingly.
She clenches onto my finger with every thrust, not wanting me to leave her cunt.
I can’t help but imagine my dick being in her. I keep grinding against her into the counter.
She is fucking soaking me while she quivers and moans.
I curl my finger into her g-spot and her cries get so uncontrollable that she releases my mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds onto me as I slam into her pussy with no restraint.
“Come on my fingers, avtor,” I beg, wanting to know what Isabella feels like when she cums.
This feeling is unexplainable.
All I want to do is rip her shorts off and fuck her hard and fast, all night.
I never knew anything with a woman could feel like this.
But it’s only with her.
“Slade, it’s too much. Ahhh it feels so good.” She grips onto my neck.
“Pridi ko mne, avtor.” I whisper in her ear and like clockwork, she tightens around my fingers and screams my name. I crash my lips onto her and grind into her as I keep my fingers inside her as she clenches and unclenches while she cums. “Khoroshiy.”
When Isabella is done, she whispers as I slowly slide my fingers out of her. She stares while I lick her off my fingers.
“Who was on the phone?” she asks after I’ve licked myself clean.
“My assistant and thank god I hung up because if I didn’t, he would have heard you cum and I would have had to find a new one.”