Chapter 20
ISABELLA
Iwake up as my alarm clock on my phone beeps loudly, stirring in bed before opening my eyes.
My eyes widen. “Shit.” I move Slade’s arm off me and get out of bed.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles, resting his head on my pillow still.
“I’m going to be so late,” I say while running around my room to get clothes.
“Just call out sick. You can write at home,” he mumbles. “Come back to bed.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” I say even though I can call out sick. “I still have to show up to the office even if I write at home.”
“No you don’t. Just come back. You won’t even make it to work on time.”
“I can try.” I start to throw my clothes off. “I can’t believe I slept through my alarm.”
His arms wrap around my bare waist and I jolt from the contact. Slade’s lips attach to the side of my neck, probably creating a new hickey.
I still have the hickeys from two nights ago all over my chest and neck and I’ve had to use a shit ton of makeup to cover them.
“Slade-”
“Just today. You deserve a day off from writing. And if you really want to write you can, just stay in with me,” he mumbles in my ear before pressing soft kisses on my neck.
As if he knows I won’t deny him, he walks us towards the bed and pins me down.
“Tomorrow you can go back to being miserable.” He trails kisses down my neck.
Since two nights ago where he fucked me with his fingers and fucked my mouth with his dick, it’s almost become a routine for us.
He can’t keep his hands off of me.
And instead of going to work at night he’s been here with me.
I don’t know what he does during the day but when I get back home, he’s here and starts making out with me against the wall and then we have dinner together.
I love it.
I can’t deny it.
I love spending time with Slade and I want to spend all of my days with him.
The way he takes care of me, cooks for me, makes sure I’m comfortable when I’m writing, he just does everything right and it’s hard to not want him.
I wish I could be here with him at the apartment instead of working all day.
“Stay with me, please,” he begs, still kissing me.
How can I refuse him when he begs and kisses me like that?
“Where’s my phone?” He reaches over to the little table and hands it to me. I text Coraline that I won’t be coming in today because I don’t “feel well”.
When I’m done, Slade grabs my phone and puts it back on the table and then adjusts us so that he’s lying on his back and I’m on top of him.
“I thought we were going back to sleep?” I ask while he still is pressing soft kisses on my neck.
“We are, but I need to do something first,” he says before sticking his hands down my pants and underwear.
“You’re so bad.” I chuckle.
“How bad, baby?” He smiles against my throat.
“You keep leaving marks.”
“I need people to know you’re mine,” he says while biting my neck.
I whimper and rub myself against his fingers that are just resting against my pussy, teasing me.
“You’re making me call out.”
“You’re being overworked and under-fucked, I’m trying to help you.”
I blush and hide my face in his neck.
“Let me help you,” he says as a single finger slips in. I moan and move my hips against it. “I can help you, Isabella. I can make you cum, again and again and again, until all you can think about is my dick inside you.”
“Oh,” I moan as he strokes my folds and inside my pussy.
He’s teasing me and I’m so desperate for him.
I just want him to shove his fingers inside me and make me see stars.
His fingers hover over my opening, pressing and flicking but not pushing a finger in.
“Oh my god, please Slade.” I press my hips against him.
I move my head from his neck and hover my lips over his.
“Please Slade, make me cum. Please,” I beg, whimpering while I try to chase his touch.
“You want me to make you cum, avtor?” he breathes against my lips, pressing a kiss to them quickly before nibbling them.
“Yes, please, Slade. I’ll do anything.” Next thing I know, Slade is shifting down the bed and he grabs my thighs and moves me up his chest. “What are you-”
“Sit on my face, Isabella,” he says, his breathing sending heat to my pussy and making the core clench.
I’ve never done this before.
What if I smell or I don’t taste good?
“But-”
“Syad' mne na litso, chtoby ya mog zastavit' tebya konchit' tak sil'no, chto ty budesh' umolyat' o bol'shem, avtor,” he says in Russian, I don’t have a clue what he’s saying but I lower myself to his face and his tongue pokes out and licks my opening all the way to the hood of my pussy.
I grab onto his hair and moan loudly. “So the only way for you to listen to me is when I speak Russian? Da?” His hand wraps around my thigh and pushes me further down onto his face.
He stares at me with hooded eyes as he licks and sucks me dry but I keep drenching his face with my need. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, tongue fucking me.
He goes harder, not stopping no matter how much I plead for him to.
“Oh my god, Slade!” I yell as my orgasm rocks through me and I’m clenching on his tongue.
I’m shaking from my release as he licks and sucks everything.
Black dots appear and I shut my eyes as I grind against Slade’s face.
“I could watch that forever,” he mumbles and glances up at me. “I could eat this pussy for the rest of my life and die a happy man.” Slade legit moans when he licks me and I look behind me and see his dick, rock hard, making a tent in his pants.
“Slade-” I breathe out.
“I love how horny and needy you are for me. You respond to me so well. I know exactly how to make this cunt cum with my tongue, fingers, and soon my dick too.”
I get off of him and the bottom half of his face is drenched with my cum. Before I can respond he grabs me by the throat and pulls me towards him.
“You’re going to take my dick and when I’m cumming inside you’re gonna take it so fucking well, isn’t that right, avtor?” he asks me with dark eyes, appearing deranged and desperate.
His eyes are still so familiar to me. I can’t pinpoint where I’ve seen them before, but I know there is darkness in there.
And the story behind the scar and what he won’t tell me only adds more to the mystery of Slade.
It doesn’t matter if I change my mind about him and don’t want him anymore.
Slade Rykov will never let me get away from him. I’m his.