Chapter 50
SLADE
“W-what? What are you doing here?” Isabella stutters, looking scared as she backs up into the front door.
I walk towards her with slow steps, not wanting to scare her. “I told you I’d come back. Landon said to wait for years but I don’t want to waste time. I know what I want and I told you, Isabella, I always get what I want.”
I didn’t know how she was going to react when she saw me.
I thought that a lot of different things could happen, the first one being her running away. She hasn’t reached out to me and I knew she wouldn’t because she was probably scared I would take her back to Russia.
Which I won’t.
I’ll be patient with her if it means I get to keep her forever.
“Are you here to force me to go back to Russia?”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll play this game with you. But eventually, yes, I will want you to move there with me. I’ll let you finish out your career and life here but the only condition is that I want to be a part of it.”
She shakes her head softly. “How can you be a part of it when you have your own life that’s so different from mine?”
“Does it matter?” I hold her face in my hands. “I can still take over the world and kill the devils in the dark from New York.”
“You hide things from me,” she says, ready to probably list off more reasons why me being here with her isn’t a good idea.
“I can tell you if you give me a chance.”
“You’re a killer. You’ll be killing and torturing people. What if the police ask me about you?” She raises an eyebrow.
“They won’t. I’m pretty sure you know that I’m powerful enough to get away with anything. I have the police here in my pocket.” I lean closer to her. “Stop trying to fight this. I know you want me.”
“That’s a cocky thing to say.”
I pull her closer to me and grind my hips against her.
“I can give you something cocky to choke on.” I smirk down at her.
Isabella’s lips part and I don’t think twice before kissing her so she can’t say anything else.
She rests her hands on my chest, as if to push me away but instead she grips onto my shirt and kisses me back.
“When you left, I was so fucking pissed at you,” I mumble against her lips.
“You’ve been making me run around in circles since I met you. ”
“You deserve it for forcing me into a marriage and taking me to Russia.” She wraps her arms around my neck.
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist as I walk us towards my bedroom down the hall.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” I kick open my door. When I get to the bed, I sit at the end with Isabella still wrapped around me. “You like that I forced you to do things. I make you not have to think.”
Isabella doesn’t respond, she just keeps kissing me as if she can’t get enough.
Her hands run through my hair and I swear it feels like the best thing in the world.
I’m happy I didn’t shave my head while she was gone because if I did, I wouldn’t feel her soft hands through my hair.
“I hate how much I love you,” she says in a breathless tone.
I grab her throat and pull away from the kiss. “Say that again.”
“I hate that I love you.” She narrows her eyes as I squeeze her neck tightly.
“The last part only.”
She smiles. “I love you, Slade,” she reveals. “Even when I hated you, even after all these months, I fell so hard for you I couldn’t stop.”
Fucking finally she said it back.
I lean forward to kiss her again. “YA tebya lyublyu,” I mumble against her lips before moving my kiss down her neck. Her hands trail to my belt, undoing it. “What do you want?”
She unzips my pants and she pushes her hand inside, grabbing my dick immediately.
My eyes roll when she grazes the tip.
This girl’s fucking touch undoes me.
“I want your mouth.” She ghosts her lips over mine and I give her what she wants.
She grinds against my lap while also stroking my dick, her thumb playing with the tip. My lips take hers into my mouth and I claim her like she’s mine, like I’m starving.
Holy fucking shit.
I thrust my tongue into her hot mouth and groan.
Isabella grinds on me hard and tightens her hand around my dick.
I can’t.
I need to be inside her.
“What?” she asks when I move her hand and lift her off of me.
I shove my pants down and pull her towards me by the waist. I raise her dress around her hips, move her underwear to the side and finally fill her completely.
We both gasp loudly as she wraps around me.
Isabella screams and holds onto me as she grinds down on my dick. “Oh my god. That feels so good,” she moans as she digs her nails into my shoulder.
Isabella and I are connected in ways so many people wouldn’t understand. It’s like she is the missing puzzle piece for me. She is the only one who fits me and fits into my world.
That’s why when I say I can’t have anyone but her, I fucking mean it.
I rest my hands on her waist and guide her against me. Isabella rides me, rising from my dick and then sinking down with a loud moan. Her hand trails from my hair to my shoulder, leaving scratches.
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me what I’m doing to you,” I say while my hand wraps around her hair.
“You’re fucking me,” she moans. I tug her strands. “It feels so good, Slade. I’m going to cum.”
I chuckle at her. “Of course, avtor. You’re a fucking slut for my dick.” I grip her hips and pound into her rough and hard. I take her lips in mine and she holds on tight, grinding into me. “Fuck, I can’t fucking get enough of you, Isabella. You’re like a drug,” I say between kisses.
Her walls clench around me and my orgasm slowly starts creeping in with every thrust.
My rage comes out and I feel like hurting her. I flip us around so that she is on her back. I pin her arms above her head and ram inside her fast.
She chokes with every moan and screams with every thrust. “You’re gonna cum?”
“Yea,” she cries and closes her eyes and arches herself into me. “Yes, oh my god, Slade!”
“Cum for me, avtor. Cum with me,” I pant before I feel my balls tighten and I release inside her.
She clenches, her walls hugging me tightly as I slowly thrust into her, getting my release out. She relaxes in my hold and a smile slowly appears on her face.
I can’t help but smile at her. I lean down and press my lips onto her. I let go of her arms and rest my body on her with my dick still inside her.
She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly against her.
“I missed you,” she mumbles in between kisses.
“I missed you too, avtor.”