Chapter 36
ISABELLA
Ican feel someone’s eyes on me before I even fully wake up.
Soft sheets are wrapped around me and as I open my eyes, bright light shines through the window and blinds me.
I turn my head and see Slade staring at me with a blank face. His finger strokes my arm softly, as if he’s mesmerized by me.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Who cares?” he says before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I put my hands on his chest. “Slade, no. You went at it with me like three times last night. I’m sore.” I groan as he moves me on top of him and makes me sit on his dick, his erection poking me through my underwear.
“I can make it better, avtor,” he whispers as he leans forward and latches his lips onto my breast.
My boobs feel sore and bruised from his attack on them last night.
He is insatiable it seems.
I know without looking at my chest that I have marks everywhere because of him.
When he bites the skin on the side of my boob I whimper from the pain and then moan when he licks and sucks the spot.
“God, I love the noises you make,” he mumbles against my skin. “You’re so responsive to me. I can do the littlest thing to you and you come undone.”
“Slade,” I groan and push away from him and cover myself with the sheets.
He glares at me before whipping the sheets away from my chest. His eyes lock on my boobs and the glare disappears.
He’s such a boy.
His fingers touch the marks on my body. He looks so fascinated with every hickey and bite mark.
“Did you ever truly like me Slade?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
It’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now because it’s all I can think about.
Was I just a pawn he wanted to use for his own pleasure?
Did he marry me to save me?
None of what he’s doing makes any sense so it only leads me to wonder.
Slade’s hand trails up my arm and he grabs a hold of my neck and pulls me closer to him. “If only you knew the things I would do for you. The lengths I would go for you. I don’t just like you, Isabella.”
Before I can question him he claims my lips.
I always love how Slade kisses me.
It’s like he demands my attention when he puts his lips on mine and only wants me to focus on him, only ever him.
Slade isn’t the type of person to want to share attention.
And he shows that through his kisses.
He moves my underwear to the side and feels how wet I am. “Mmmm, you’re always wet for me, avtor.” He groans.
“Slade. I feel so sore,” I whimper before I get off of him and run away to the bathroom.
When I first saw this bedroom, I was so in awe over it.
This room matches Slade so well with all of the black accents and décor.
His bathroom is huge. There is a bath and separate shower that is probably bigger than my closet at the apartment. There are two sinks and a toilet at the far end. His floors are black marble which makes it look so luxurious.
Even though there is so much room in here, I can’t run very far.
I go into the shower, hearing Slade coming behind me.
Before I can close the shower door he stops me and steps in, towering over me.
“Wait-” He cuts me off by kissing me and pushing me against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs.
He turns the shower on and I yelp from how cold it is. He protects me from the water while still kissing me, running his hands over my breasts and down to my hips.
“Keep running, Isabella, it only makes me want you more.”
I try to fight by pushing him away and punching his chest, but he keeps touching me, making my body melt and want to give in.
His fingers spread my pussy and he plays with my clit before his fingers slip inside me, deep and unrelenting, curling exactly where I need them.
I moan and go on my tippy toes as he hits my g-spot. “Slade, please.”
“Please, what? You want me to make you cum, my malen'kiy avtor?”
I shake my head, not wanting to say it.
His hand grabs my throat and he moves a finger to press down on my clit, punishingly. “Say you want me to make you cum. I want to hear you.”
“No, I can’t,” I say, whimpering and grinding against his fingers. “Please, Slade.”
His lips hover over my ear as he says, “I’ll fucking tie you to the bed and edge you until you fucking beg, Isabella. Don’t test me.”
He pinches my clit and I scream.
“Okay, please! I want to cum, Slade!”
“Eto moya khoroshaya devochka,” he says before ripping his fingers out of me. “Get on your knees.”
My mouth parts.
He just made me beg him to make me cum and now he wants me to suck him off?
Does he have mood swings or something?
“What-”
“I don’t think I made myself clear. Kneel,” Slade demands. I keep my eyes on him as I get on my knees. “Because you made me wait, I’m making you wait.” He holds his dick and gives it one long stroke before pressing the tip to my mouth. “Open.”
I part my lips slowly, as he slides into my mouth and his dick hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
I look up at him and his brows are furrowed as he stares down at me with lust. His hand grabs my hair as he pushes my head back and forth on his dick. “Fuck, Isabella, your fucking mouth.”
My core is pulsing with need and all I can think about is him slamming deep inside me and fucking me the way he always does.
Rough. Unrelenting.
Like he owns every inch of me. I ignore how bad my body wants him and lock eyes with Slade as he keeps thrusting into me.
I can’t breathe or even think when he speeds up his pace, his hand gripping my hair tighter.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out some strands.
Tears swell in my eyes and I stare up at him, pleading for him to give me mercy and just start fucking me.
His cock is hard, swelling with need after each thrust. He hits the back of my throat, repeatedly, not giving me a break.
My thighs quiver.
I want him inside me.
He pulls out as if he can hear me. “Fuck, I need you.”
He pulls me up by my hair and picks me up to wrap my legs around his narrow waist.
Slade slams into me in one go and my walls clench around him tightly and the pain from being sore feels good with the pleasure of him inside me.
“Oh my god!” I moan in pain.
I gasp as he fully sheaths himself inside me.
“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to cry for me, avtor.”
No matter how many times Slade is inside me, I’ll never get used to him.
Pleasure and pain spark and tangle in my body and my orgasm builds with every thrust.
He’s so perfectly big and thick and reaches every part of me that no one else can.
Literally and figuratively.
I get addicted with every touch from him no matter how many times he puts his hand or lips on me.
He grabs the back of my neck and punishes me with a harsh kiss. His lips press against mine and he explores my mouth with his tongue. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my core tingles as I get closer to the edge.
We’re both wet and dripping from the shower.
He is sliding his hands all over my body as water drips down from the both of us. Steam is in the air from how hot the water is pouring on us.
Slade hits my sensitive spot, again and again, not giving me a break.
I’m so close and am so sore from how many times this man has made me cum in the last 12 hours. His dick tenses as I clench around him.
I know his release is coming soon.
I know when he is about to cum because he always tenses a few seconds before. Then I feel his veins pumping with blood before he spills inside me.
Slade groans as he empties his seed inside me and he presses his face against my shoulder while moving slowly.
I can feel his fast and erratic heart beat slow down as he stops his thrusts and just rests inside me.
No matter how hard I try to make myself see the bad in Slade and hate him, my body and heart never can.
It’s like they both already have fallen for the devil while my mind is the only thing holding out.
Slade is an addiction I can’t step away from.
He’s a craving and a need even though he’s the last thing I should want.
Slade pulls out of me with a groan and his seed drips from my pussy. Our mixed together cum runs down my leg.
“You can’t keep coming inside me, Slade,” I say, making Slade glare at me with those dark eyes. “I can’t have kids right now. Not when we should fix what’s happening between us.”
Slade licks his lips and nods slowly before towering over me.
“You’re going to be carrying all of my kids, Isabella.
Whether you like me or not, I know what this wants.
” He points to my chest. “I’m not going to listen to what’s up here.
” He motions to my head. “Because everything that is telling me is a bunch of bullshit. I know what you really want. You’re just scared,” Slade says before walking out of the bathroom.