Chapter 35
SLADE
Isabella nervously plays with the ends of her hair while looking out the window of the car.
She cracked her knuckles a few moments ago but after she got all of the cracks out, then she decided to move onto her hair.
She’s nervous.
The reception dinner ended not too long ago.
During the meal, Isabella stayed by my side the entire time while she got to meet some of my family and friends.
A few of them scared her because they talked about missions and killing but I shut them down and moved on to the next person.
I don’t want Isabella hearing any of that because if she does then she’ll get frightened and start over thinking like crazy.
When Landon saw her, he started teasing me because his “baby brother” finally got hitched first out of all my siblings.
Everyone thought Landon was going to be the one getting married before all of us.
But after his first love broke his heart, a relationship is not in the cards for him. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and he makes sure everyone knows that.
I grab Isabella’s hand and hold it in my lap. “Relax,” I whisper, making her look up at me. “You’re fine. It’s all over.”
She nods slowly and bites her bottom lip lightly.
If I didn’t know her, I would have assumed that she killed someone with how nervous she is acting.
Why is she stressing so much?
That’s a stupid question because I have been stressing out since the moment she moved into my apartment.
“Where are we going?” Isabella asks.
“Your surprise.”
“I still can’t guess what it might be. I’ve been thinking about it through the reception.”
I bring her hand up to my lips. “I promise you’ll love it. It’ll make your time here easier.”
And just like that, she is bummed out again and staring out the window, probably thinking about her life back in New York.
I know she misses her old life and I wish I could give that to her.
Maybe I’ll get her Grandma or Becky to visit.
Niko drives into a quiet neighborhood and goes all the way to the top of the hill where the house I bought a very long time ago still stands.
None of my family know I have this house. I wanted to keep it as discreet as possible so it could be a safe space for me, and I want it to be the place I’ll grow old and raise my future children in.
I had it renovated while I was living in New York so that by the time I was ready to come back to Russia, it’d be here waiting for me.
It’s about ten minutes away from my childhood home so I’ll be able to visit and see my mom and sister as much as I want but I have the privacy I always wanted especially from my family.
“What is this place?” she asks as the gates open.
Niko drives in and she can’t look away from outside the window.
“My house. I’ve had this place since I moved out.”
After Niko stops the car, he gets out to open the door for Isabella.
I slide out of the car and immediately go to her to hold her waist.
“Is this my gift?” she asks.
“No. Your gift is inside.”
I pull her by our locked hands to the front door.
Isabella is still in her wedding dress so she is holding her dress up with her other hand. Her heels are forgotten in the car because she was complaining that her feet hurt when she got in.
I unlock the door and open it, letting her walk in first.
She admires the large foyer with the high ceiling and the painting that almost covers the entire wall. “How do you even afford all of this?” she asks while walking further inside the house into the living room.
“I bought this with my dad’s money when he died. He gave each of me and my brothers a trust fund. We get some money when we turn eighteen, when he dies, when we turn twenty-one, and then when we complete the tasks he assigned for us.”
She raises an eyebrow before asking, “What is the assigned task?”
“No one can know other than my brothers and the executor of my father’s will.”
“Have you completed your task?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Almost. I’m not quite done yet.”
“Can I have a hint?” She gives me a teasing smile, trailing her hand over the enormous couch in the living room.
I give her a small smile and walk closer to her. “It’s about my future. It's about something my dad never thought I could do.”
She looks suspicious but doesn’t ask any questions, thank god.
Because I think if she begged enough I would tell her and she'd probably be pissed at me. She’d think that I’m using her when in reality I’ve never felt this way about a girl.
Sure this was all about the competition and the little task my dad set up for me at the start but I knew when I saw Isabella, that she was it for me. She was the only girl that I could be with and have this kind of connection with.
Everyone else disgusts me.
I grab Isabella by the waist, having had enough of this back and forth with her.
It’s time to consummate our marriage.
She yelps when I hold her bridal-style in my arms.
She laughs, throwing her head back, and I make my way to the stairs. “Where are you bringing me?”
“To your gift. You’re almost as impatient as me.”
I skip steps up the stairs, rushing to get to the room so I can chase her and fuck her.
I want to follow her around the house, trying to find her, stalking her, scaring her.
I want her to expect me but to be surprised when I force her on the floor and shove my dick inside her.
When I get to the door where her gift is, I put her down and she giggles. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re my wife now. It’s time I treat you like you are.”
Her smile fades like she has once again remembered what this is between us.
But to me this is more than just me forcing her to marry me.
She’s mine now and no one can take her away from me. No one can take me away from her.
She gives me a small smile as I open the door. She walks in and her eyes widen as they trace each corner of the room.
“Slade,” she says in awe. There is every book you can think of in this library that I built. Originally it was for me but after meeting Isabella I knew she would love this room. So I’m giving it to her. “What is this?”
“It’s yours.” I close the door behind me.
This library has a spiral staircase leading to the second floor
There is a desk and the books are all organized by the name of the author. The room has natural lighting from the glow of the moon with the giant window in the middle of the library.
“There’s no way. You’re giving me this?” She turns her head to look at me.
“Yes. You love books and I love seeing you happy. It has every book you can think of.” I walk towards one of the shelves where the R’s are. “And I have an entire shelf just for your books. Your very own shrine.”
She smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness. “Slade, this is amazing. I can’t believe you did this. Thank you.”
I nod. “Anything for my wife.” I stalk towards her, grab her hand, spin her around, making her back touch my chest. “Anything you want, Isabella. It’s yours. All you have to do is ask.”
She rests her head on me. “You’re playing at this wrong.”
“How?” I whisper in her ear and trail my hands up and down her body.
“Because you can’t keep giving me stuff and expect me to be okay with all of it, Slade. That’s now how a relationship works.”
I roll my eyes. “Alright, you want me to treat you the same way you treat me, Isabella? We can play that game. I don’t want you to open your mouth unless it’s to moan my name, choke on my dick, or ask me to make you cum,” I say before dragging the zipper of her dress down.
The fabric puddles around her and she moans as the cold air hits her sensitive skin. Goosebumps cover every inch of her body and she brings her arms up to hide herself from me. I pull her to me and slide my hand down to her pussy.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, can never be too wet can you Isabella?” I whisper in her ear.
I rub her clit in circles before shoving my finger inside her with force.
“Slade!” she moans, holding my wrist as I work my finger in and out of her.
“You’re fucking soaked, avtor. You’re a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Oh my god.” She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down so I can kiss her.
I can’t resist having her lips on mine so I lean down and my mouth covers hers. My tongue immediately slips inside her mouth and the kiss turns from clean and slow to sloppy and desperate. Our teeth clash. Breaths hitch. Every second tastes like hunger we’ve both been starving from.
She moans and everything in my body goes crazy.
All I want to do is make love to her.
I want to show her the stars and make her cum so many times—to the point where she’ll beg me to stop.
I’m still fingering her but in two seconds I’m about to replace my finger with something much bigger. My dick is aching and her pussy is soft and warm and wet.
All I can think about is fucking her and making her pussy throb.
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her towards the nearest wall.
She tightens her legs around my waist and plays with my hair while we kiss.
Ever since I’ve grown my hair out, Isabella loves threading her fingers through it. And because she keeps touching it and can’t stop giving me those eyes, those pleading eyes that beg me to make her feel good and make her forget that we aren’t fucked up, I decided to keep it at this length.
“Fuck me, already. Please, Slade,” she begs right as I slam her against a bookshelf.
“Do you deserve it? You’ve been a brat lately.
I’ve done so much and you fucking give me attitude or shut down on me,” I say before trailing my kisses to her chest. Wedding’s over, that means I can leave as many marks as I fucking want.
I use my free hand to rip my belt off and shove my pants down.
I line my cock up with her pussy and look up at her face.
“You want me to fuck you, avtor? Beg for it.”
I press my tip against her opening and she whimpers, her legs shaking around me. “Slade.”
“Fucking beg, Isabella. Please just do it,” I say, shallowly thrusting into her, teasing her but not giving us what we both want. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Her eyes roll back and she rests her head against the shelf. “Fuck me, Slade. Please, I need you so bad.”
I don’t waste another second.
I bury myself in her with one deep thrust, then set a brutal rhythm that makes her gasp.
She takes every inch of me like she was made for it—and I fuck her like it’s the last time I’ll ever get to. I use one of my fingers on her clit, flicking it as she moans and screams my name.
Her muscles pulse and her mouth opens wide.
I explore her breasts with my hands and mouth, massaging and licking them before sucking her nipples in my mouth. I bite softly on her sensitive skin.
“Slade! Oh my god!”
“Yea, keep going baby. I’m your fucking god!” I smile against her skin.
I brace myself with one hand on the wall while holding her with my other, slamming into her with need.
With brutal thrusts, I ram inside her to the hilt, hitting her g-spot every time. Isabella screams so loud I’m pretty sure she’s going to end up losing her voice.
Every inch of her body is tight and filled with pleasure.
“Slade, that feels so good!”
She drags her nails up and down my back, marking me like I’m doing with her. I wince as I approach the edge.
I swear with Isabella I feel like a teenager with how fast I cum.
“Look at me when you cum. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.” I release my hand from the wall and grab her neck, forcing her gaze to meet mine.
Her eyes are glazed with lust and she looks like she’s going to pass out.
I rock into her while still playing with her clit. She clenches around me and then releases, and does it over and over again.
She digs her nails into me, coming while tightening on my dick. I can’t help but follow right after her, tipping over the edge.
I shudder and my entire body relaxes as I cum inside her.
Pleasure sweeps through my body and we breath hard into each other’s space but not saying anything.
We don’t need to.
We both know where we’re headed.
And it’s a dangerous road.