Chapter 32
SLADE
Ikeep my eyes on Isabella as she walks into the bathroom.
Her long wavy hair is in a bun and she’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top. She has no makeup on and looks like she is about to get ready for bed.
We’ve barely talked after last night’s little argument.
She had her dress fitting earlier with my mom and Angel watching her while I spent all day in the office with Ryker and Niko discussing Georgino Bandino.
There is no sign of him anywhere.
Niko is watching the street cameras in New York and he hasn’t found one sighting of him.
I don’t know what Georgino is capable of and because he is after Isabella, I want to be careful with how I go about this.
“Isabella?” I say making her turn her head to finally give me her eyes. I’m sitting in the large tub right now, relaxing but I’d rather have her next to me. “Come.”
Her eyebrows furrow and I already know she is about to give me attitude. “Why?” she says with sass.
“Because I want to hold you?” I raise an eyebrow at her, waiting for Isabella to just give up on the back and forth bullshit and relax with me. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if you just lie in the tub with me. I won’t try anything.”
I’ll try not to try anything.
Isabella thinks for a second before she gives up the fight in her head and starts stripping. I keep my eyes on her, admiring her beautiful body that is perfect just for me.
Her nipples pucker as the cool air hits them while she walks towards the tub. I hold my hand out for her and she gets inside the warm tub.
She sits down between my legs and leans against my chest while I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her.
I rest my head on her shoulder and kiss her on the side of her neck. My hands can’t help but run all over her body—her breasts, stomach, hips, and fucking thighs.
“See, not bad.”
“I can feel your dick poking my butt,” she says and I see a hint of a smile wanting to spread on her lips.
I smile and press my lips against her shoulder.
After our talk yesterday, I was pissed.
And scared.
I just wanted to know if Isabella would ever not be scared of this lifestyle I live or me.
It’s not like I’ll hurt her.
I would never hurt Isabella.
She is the one person I want to keep safe and I’d do anything it takes to ensure she is.
She said she needs to know more and for me to have patience.
The first thing is possible, I can tell her everything. But patience?
We may as well just kill each other at that point.
“You know when I was a kid, I wasn’t treated like one,” I say softly while one of my hands goes on her thigh, stroking her soft skin. “My dad always treated me like an adult. He did that with my brothers but he pushed me around more because I was the youngest and he saw himself in me.”
“What was your dad like?”
My body tenses and I shift, uncomfortably. “He wasn’t a good man. That’s why I am the way I am. He taught me to be like this. In my world, there are no good people. My world is black and white. I never said I was a good person and my dad ensured that was the case.”
“What things did he make you do?”
The pulse in my neck quickens and I feel the need to throw up, vomit creeps up my throat as I think about it.
That fucking bastard ruined my life.
He fucked me up.
“I’m doing all of this for you, malen'kiy d'yavol.”
“You’re my very own weapon.”
“Me and you are going to rule the world, Slade. Just watch and see.”
My lips shake as I open them to say, “He did a lot to me. He made me do a lot of things I didn’t want to do.”
“Like what?” Isabella asks, appearing concerned and almost sad for me.
“Just fuck her already Slade. You need to lose your virginity eventually. I can’t have my son be a goddamn prude.”
“But I don’t want to. I’m not interested in that shit,” I tell him before glancing back at the whore he got for me.
Having sex or doing anything intimate with someone feels wrong and makes my skin crawl.
I feel uncomfortable whenever someone is touching me or vice versa.
I wait for my father’s response but he ignores my stare and says, “Do whatever it takes to fuck him. I’ll wire you more money.” My dad puts a hand on my shoulder. “Try to enjoy her malen'kiy d'yavol. I paid a lot of money for her.”
I remember that night so clearly.
She took me in the room, put some shit in my water and made me drink it to get me to relax and then she got to work.
I don’t like thinking about that night because if I do, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin and like I’m still a victim.
I don’t want to be treated like a victim.
Especially a victim of my father.
“Things you’d have nightmares about.”
Isabella puts her hand on my jaw and my eyes focus on her. “Hey, tell me. These are the things I said that I want to know about you. I want to know what makes you, you.”
I nod.
This better be the fucking way to get to her.
I swear to god, the need to have her, to keep her is so strong I’ll do anything.
“He made me kill, he made someone fuck me when I didn’t want to, he got me and my brothers involved in a competition to rule the empire he built. He called me little devil but he was the one who turned me into one.”
She looks at the scar near my eye. “You said he did that. How?”
I shake my head—all of it is too much. “I-I can’t.” I stumble on my words. “Yebat’,” I curse, thinking about him.
Isabella slides her hands over my hands that are holding her and I realize that I’m shaking. “He’s not here anymore.”
“He will always be there, Isabella.” I point a finger to my head. “He’s always in there, taunting me, fucking with me. Even though he’s dead, he’s still haunting me.”
I can’t tell Isabella I did it.
She can’t know I killed him.
If she did, I can’t imagine how she would see me.
She strokes my jaw and gives me a sad look, like she pities me. If it was anyone else, I would have told them to fuck off and that I don’t need their sympathy but I want hers.
I want everything from her.
Before she can say anything else, I press my lips on hers and grab her waist, adjusting her so that she is facing me with my dick between her legs.
My dick is pulsing beneath her and all I want to do is thrust up into here and show her how much I physically need her.
Isabella kisses me back and her arms go around my neck, pulling me closer to her. My hands roam her smooth wet thighs as she starts to grind against my dick.
“Ride me,” I whisper against her lips.
My hands go to her hips and I gently push her down. Her walls wrap around my tip tightly. I grunt into her mouth, wanting to sheath myself fully inside her.
“Slade-”
“Fuck me, avtor. Use me.”
Isabella’s breathing hitches and she slowly slides down onto my dick, moaning and struggling to stay still.
When her hips meet mine, I can’t help but moan loudly in her mouth. My dick feels like it’s right at home in her pussy. She pants against my mouth and grinds on top of me, getting used to my size when all I want to do is pull out and ram inside her.
“Oh my god,” she moans. I move my lips down her neck, sucking on her skin. “Don’t give me marks.”
I don’t mean to glare at her but I think I do. “Why not?”
“The dress reveals my chest.”
“Perfect, that means my marks will show everyone that you belong to me,” I say, gripping her hips and pulling her up before slamming her down.
Her eyes roll and her mouth parts as she melts on my dick.
Once I start I can’t stop.
Isabella tries to take control but I hold her hips down while thrusting up inside her.
My control slips away with every thrust inside Isabella. Her nails dig into my shoulder and I’m pretty sure everyone in the house can hear her moans even if they are on the other end of the house.
“Oh my god, Slade! Slade! Slade!” she screams while my balls tighten.
“Yes, Isabella. Keep saying my name.” My release is coming closer, like I’m going to tip over the edge.
My mouth latches onto one of her boobs and I bite her nipple, making her yelp.
“You’re fucking addicting, baby,” I say before going over to the other nipple and biting it.
“I will never get enough of you,” I moan.
Her pussy clamps down on me and she opens her mouth, screaming while she cums around me.
I put my mouth on her and swallow her moans while we move together. Her pussy tightens and basically grips my fucking dick to the point where I can’t thrust in and out of her.
She’s soft, warm, and addicting.
Her hips rock against mine. My dick presses against her g-spot, reaching deep inside her.
My hands trail all over her body, giving her breasts the attention they deserve.
I pinch and rub her nipples, making Isabella throw her head back and moan, thrusting herself against me.
It’s so tight and wet and warm.
Her walls soak me, and pleasure fills my entire body before my cum spills in her.
Our kissing is sloppy and fast but passionate.
We kiss for what feels like forever all while my dick starts to grow, ready for another round.
“YA nikogda tebya ne otpushchu,” I whisper.