Chapter 43
ISABELLA
After Ryker left with Georgino’s body, Slade grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me out of the room.
He guided me to his bike outside and told me to get on in a demanding tone that made me not want to question him.
Slade put the helmet on me before climbing on the motorcycle and riding out of the alleyway and onto the street. He cut through traffic and the drive felt long as I kept my arms tightly wrapped around him.
Now we are in the middle of a grass field.
He holds his hand out to help me off his bike. The tinted visor doesn’t let me see anything, especially since it’s dark outside. I take off the helmet and stare at Slade.
With his helmet still on and his visor down, Slade stays on the bike. I can’t see his eyes and it makes me anxious.
Why would he bring me out here?
Is he finally going to kill me?
After everything, I knew he could kill me.
Darkness and the need for blood are in his veins.
He craves them.
The chase, the game, the playing with your food before devouring it.
That’s why he would always torture before killing because a torturer or any psychopath would love to play with their food.
“Why are we out here?” There is nothing in the distance but miles of green grass and hills. “Slade, take me back to the house.” I run up to him and he doesn’t answer me.
And it doesn’t help that his visor is down because I can’t see any reaction from him.
I don’t feel drunk anymore, maybe slightly tipsy. What happened in the room with Georgino sobered me up pretty quick.
“I don’t want to be here with you, Slade. I want to go back home,” I say as if I’m a toddler throwing a tantrum.
Slade throws his helmet off but keeps the face covering on.
Every time he has a face covering on, it reminds me of the time in the alley where we first met. I didn’t know he was the guy from the alleyway until he chased me with the face covering. I saw his dark voided eyes and scar and I immediately knew that I recognized him from that night.
“You fucked up today,” he says, his voice full of anger. “What made you think that going to a club in a country you know nothing about while a lunatic is coming after you, was a good idea, Isabella?”
“I just wanted to go out. I knew if I asked you, you would have said no. Becky was here and Angel knew of a place that we could all go to, to have fun. Can’t I just have one night where I can feel like I still have control over my life?”
“Not when you have a stalker following you around trying to kill you. What you did tonight was fucking stupid.”
“Fuck you, Slade!” I yell as tears build up in my eyes but I don’t let them fall. “Fuck you! You’re the one who basically took my life away from me. My writing, my job, New York, my grandma, Becky, everything!”
“I wasn’t taking it. I was just trying to protect you for a little bit until we dealt with Georgino.”
“I don’t need protecting. I can handle myself.”
Even I don’t believe that.
Slade gets off the bike and takes his face covering off, and gets in my face.
“What would have happened if I wasn’t there tonight?
What would have happened if I was five minutes too late?
What would have happened if I wasn’t tracking you every single second tonight?
I would have lost you! I don’t give a shit if you think I’m trying to control your life or fucking kidnapping you and never letting you leave, it’s better than you being dead,” Slade yells, his breath hitting my face.
“I started to feel things. I started to fucking fall for you Isabella when that is a foreign concept to me. I don’t give girls flowers.
I don’t go out of my way to plan dates or protect someone like I’ve been doing with you.
I don’t fucking kiss or fuck girls because that shit repulses me but with you it made sense.
Everything clicked, so I don’t care if you get mad at me for doing everything I can to protect you because it better than you being fucking dead. ”
He’s falling for me.
The fucking killer is falling for me.
Slade isn’t who I thought he was when I first met him. I didn’t think that him helping me with writing my book would lead to this.
How did everything come to this point?
I lick my lips and shake my head. “This isn’t how you love someone.”
Slade’s jaw ticks and he lowers his head, looking defeated.
I fell for Slade too.
Way too fast and easy and that scares me.
After everything he took from me I’m not even mad at him. I can’t be mad at him when he’s kissing me, planning dates, cooking for me, taking care of my wounds, making me smile and laugh.
Even though he won’t let me go back to New York, I still forgive him because I just keep falling.
He nods and motions for me to get on the bike. “Let’s go.”
“I want to go to the airport,” I demand, staying rooted in my spot.
Slade raises an eyebrow. “You’re not going anywhere but to the house.
Let’s go, Isabella. I’m not going to ask again.
” He struts towards his bike but I don’t move, trying to act difficult with him on purpose.
He notices that I’m not behind him so he turns his head to look at me.
“Isabella, if you don’t get on the bike, I won’t make it easy on you. ”
I tilt my head at him, daring him, playing with the devil. His pupils dilate and it makes him look like a devil in a human’s body. And who he wants to have is me. “Fine, have it your way. Run.”
Gone is the man who was getting me flowers, cooking me food, helping me with my book, and cuddling with me in bed so I don’t have nightmares.
A devil is in his place.
I don’t think twice before I start running.
I’m stupid.
And a little tipsy.
Maybe that’s why I have the need to argue with him.
He wants to come here, I want to go to the house.
He wants to go to the house, I want to go to the airport.
I just want to be able to think freely and not be controlled.
But Slade loves the control.
My lungs feel like they are going to collapse and I don’t want to check how far Slade is behind me. He is a fast runner and is definitely close.
I can hear his heavy footsteps and his heavy pants as he gets closer.
His hand grabs the back of my neck and he shoves me to the ground knocking air out of my lungs.
Pain explodes in my chest and I flip over as Slade hovers over me. He pins my hands to the ground as I thrash against him, trying to get out of his hold.
“Let me go! I’m mad at you!”
“And you don’t think I’m mad at you?” Slade furrows his eyebrows.
“You have no clue how much you pissed me off tonight. All I can think about doing is hurting you right now. Marking you with my blade so no one dares to fuck with you. All I want is to fuck you and edge you and chase after my own pleasure but give you nothing. I want you to fucking cry and beg for me all night so you know how I feel.”
I scream and try to knee him but he leans down and presses his lips against mine, biting my bottom lip. Blood oozes from my mouth and Slade swallows it as he kisses me.
Slade comes from a darkness that I’m just learning about.
And he’s trying to take me down with him.
I stop struggling as Slade ravishes my mouth and grinds into me. When he feels me submitting he lets go of my wrists and trails one hand down my body to where the hem of my dress is. I wrap my arms around him, drunk off of the lust instead of the alcohol.
He reaches beneath my dress and his fingers press against my underwear-covered pussy.
“You love this shit. You’re just as dark and fucked up as I am,” he says against my lips.
“Fuck you,” I yell, feeling the need to fight back.
Slade moves my underwear to the side and runs his finger over my clit. “I shouldn’t even be fucking touching you right now. I shouldn’t be giving you anything.”
“Then don’t. I don’t need you,” I spit out.
He thrusts two digits inside me and I moan loudly at the sudden intrusion. “You don’t need me, huh? Your pussy is clenching onto my fingers pretty tightly for someone who doesn’t need me.”
I ignore the pleasure coursing through my body as he fingers me with slow thrusts. My hand claws at his chest and I attempt to push him off despite how good he’s making me feel.
I attempt to close my legs but he doesn’t let me. He forces his fingers in and out of me, going fast and hard.
I moan and scream against him while he leans down and sucks my neck.
When Slade presses his thumb against my clit, my whole body tenses as my orgasm rushes through me.
“Ahhh! Oh god! Slade!” I moan loudly as he milks my orgasm out of me.
He pants against my neck and I realize this is the perfect time to run.
I don’t waste any time to knee him in the dick and shove him off of me.
I run as my dress falls back down and covers my butt and hips. My underwear is still pushed to the side, my pussy exposed, but it’s fine. I’ll fix it when I can.
I get to Slade’s bike and search for the key.
I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle but I can learn.
It should be easy.
Like riding a regular bike, right?
Right when I touch the handle of the bike, Slade shoves me against the bike and holds the back of my neck. “Ty vedesh' sebya kak plokhaya devochka, avtor,” he whispers in my ear. “Mne nuzhno vybit' iz tebya takoye povedeniye, ne tak li?”
“Yes,” I moan even though I don’t know what he just said.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins and suddenly I’m ready for whatever he has for me.
He pants against me, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His hardness nudges my butt and I can’t help but grind into him. “Oh now you want my dick, avtor?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, making me scream. “Otvet'te mne,” he barks.
“Ahhh. Yes,” I say in pain, unsure of what I’m agreeing to.
Slade turns me around and he shoves me to my knees.
He unbuckles his pants and pulls his hard dick out.
Pre-cum is leaking from the tip and he squeezes the length in his hand.
“Open your mouth.” Just because I feel like being a brat, I keep my mouth shut and raise an eyebrow at him.
He grabs my hair and presses his dick against my lips.
“Open that fucking mouth before I decide to stick my dick somewhere else. I’ll give you a hint, it won’t be your pussy. ”
My mouth parts and he takes that opportunity to shove his dick all the way down my throat.
Tears form in my eyes and I gag on his cock.
He thrusts in and out of my mouth with his hand in my hair. He doesn’t give me any mercy. I whimper but he doesn’t stop or go any slower. He fucks my mouth rapidly, pounding into me as if it was my pussy.
My core tightens on nothing.
I need him inside me.
From his fingering, I feel needy and empty and only he can fill me.
“Your fucking mouth, Isabella. This is my mouth,” he groans.
I look up at him and see his chest rising and falling. Lust fills his dark eyes as they lock on mine.
Slade is a depraved monster and I’m sure whatever he went through that has to do with sex or anything of the sort made him feel possibly uncomfortable being intimate with someone. But he’s kept that dark and sadistic side in the shadows before me.
And now that I’m here he wants to inflict all of his pain and suffering on me.
I’m taking it with open legs and an open heart.
I rest my hands on his thighs, needing something to hold onto as he fucks me rough and hard.
I never thought I’d like to be used like this. It’s like I’m depraved and want more.
I want him to break me and use me and fuck me until I’m a broken mess.
His broken mess.
Slade pulls out of my mouth, my saliva connecting with his dick. He pants heavily and motions me to stand up.
“Stand up and bend over the bike.”
I do as he says, the seat pressing into my skin. Slade presses up against me, grinding his hips into mine. He shoves my dress over my hips and rips my underwear off.
I turn my head and glare at him. “I don’t have a lot of underwear left because of you-”
He cuts me off with a rough thrust inside me. I choke as if his dick was inside my throat.
“Fuck, Isabella. I’ll buy you more.” He pulls out and slams in an animalistic way.
He plunges his dick into me so violently that I cry and whimper with every shove. I hold onto the bike while Slade has one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip.
It hurts.
It all feels so good.
I’m so wet and my need drips down my leg for him.
The pleasure is building and building and Slade’s punishing grips make it too much.
His dick is hard like stone and I can feel his veins pumping.
“Oh my god. Slade!”
“That’s right. It’s me fucking you. It’s always going to be me.”
“Fuck you!” I moan. “I hate you!” I yell, trying to hurt him like he’s hurting me.
He lets go of my hip and brings that same hand down to my ass. I whimper, lowering my head against the bike.
“I’m not playing that game with you Isabella. Either keep your mouth shut or keep moaning my name or else I’ll cum and leave you dripping with need.” He grunts and puts his hand back on my hip, fucking me hard and fast.
I’m scared of the bike falling over but I hold myself steady as he rams inside me. He drives his dick into me with force and need.
I can’t get enough.
My body is on fire and my moan echo in the distance.
I never thought that Slade would be like this.
An animal after his own pleasure, not caring about the consequences or people in his way.
Slade was a force I never saw coming. I wasn’t prepared for the damage he would do or the control he would have over me.
He wants only one thing and that’s me.
“Fuck you’re so wet.” He groans and leans down, pressing light kisses to the back of my neck and my ear. I arch against him, feeling my release sneaking on me. “Your fucking pussy is mine, Isabella. You say you hate me but your body tells me a different story.”
He turns my face so that he can press my lips onto his. His grip on my neck is tight as he forces his tongue inside my mouth. Slade groans with every thrusts and black spots appear in my vision as I come closer to the edge.
His movements become rapid and out of control before he stills and his seed spills inside me. My walls clench around him as everything goes black and stars appear in my vision.
I shake through my orgasm and he slows his thrusts.
Our lips disconnect and I rest my head on the bike, closing my eyes.
I am spent and tired, like my whole body is sensitive and numb.
Slade runs his hand down my back and slowly pulls out of me. He still feels hard but instead of going for another round he says, “Come on. Let’s go home.”