24. Isabella
24
ISABELLA
M y hands shake as I reach for him. “Teo,” I whisper.
But the tears fall, and they fall.
I don’t know what to do, but the pain is so clearly etched onto his face, and I need to do something.
“Teo, it’s okay. We’ll…we’ll figure it out,” I say as I comb my fingers through his hair.
But he just continues to stare at me. Stare through me as if I’m not even there.
“You and me. We’ll figure it out,” I repeat again. “We’re smart. You’re so smart. There’s an answer to all of this that makes sense. One where neither of us gets hurt.”
He leans into my touch, so I just keep going.
“We can do it. I promise you, I’ll try. I’ll listen. I’ll help. Just please don’t…don’t end this. Please.”
His hand suddenly covers mine. “End this?”
I choke back my own sob. “I thought…why are you crying?”
“I’m not ending this,” his voice is strained, hoarse from his tears. “I’m not strong enough, and I’m sorry for that. I’m so sorry for that.”
The relief is instant and washes over me like a salve on my burning skin.
“Don’t be,” I lean forward, resting my forehead against his. “I’m not strong enough either. I’m not sure if I ever was.”
He hums, closing his eyes to the touch. “You were convincing, though.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
For a moment, we just sit there, drinking each other in, breathing the same air, and taking so much comfort in it. It’s been a long day. A hard day. My body aches from last night's sex, from running away, from fighting Luis and the cartel.
“We’re going to figure this out,” I say again. “Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” I confirm.
“So, tonight?”
I nudge my nose down to his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Tonight, I’m going to thank you for saving me.”
He smiles against my lips. “In that case, I should punish you for running away.”
“It was necessary.”
“It was reckless.”
“Just fucking kiss me.”
His mouth crashes into mine, and it’s suddenly all worth it. The ache of my body, the sting of my arm, the bruise on my neck. I’d go through it all a hundred times if it meant I could have this.
All of my senses are utterly consumed by him kneeling between my legs, his body reaching to press against mine, his hands caressing my back and his lips.
His fucking lips.
They won’t stay still for even a second. One moment, they are brushing against my neck, and then they’re attacking my mouth again, pausing only to take in air as if it’s in short supply.
I bunch my fists into his shirt, pulling him desperately closer. He climbs onto the couch, lowering me down gently as he lays on top of me, kissing and kissing and kissing as if he can’t taste enough of my skin.
Every place his lips graze leaves a fire behind in its wake. Agonizing and glorious, I crave more and more and more.
We’re pressed together so tightly that Teo almost crushes me when he returns to my mouth and deepens the kiss further. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, lapping up every moan that escapes it.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” he whispers into my mouth.
And despite the fact it’s entirely impossible for him to do such a thing, I believe it. Because it’s coming from him with such conviction, such certainty. Like I’m the only thing in the world he could ever care about.
The possessiveness of it all sets my skin ablaze, imbuing every touch with meaning and significance, like I’m something worth worshiping.
And fuck does it go straight to my head.
“Will you protect me from the bad guys?”
He grunts into my mouth. “If anyone touches you again…”
“Why?” I ask because I want to hear him say it so badly.
“Because you’re mine,” his voice is so low it rumbles through me. Directly to my already dampening core. “No one touches what’s mine.”
I gasp for breath, and Teo takes the opportunity to lift me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he begins carrying me further into the bunker.
“Would you kill them?”
“I will kill them all for you.”
Fuck. If that isn’t the hottest, most deranged thing I’ve ever heard. I attack his mouth with increased desperation to stop myself from asking him to prove it.
Because he has proven it. He slashed out Luis’ throat right before my eyes. Dispatched nearly a dozen men right before that.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He hums smugly. “You’re a freak, belle. Do you want me to tell you how much I enjoyed making that bastard pay?”
All I can do is whimper in response as his hands start to explore under my shirt, pinching at my nipples.
“He had no right to touch you. Wasn’t worthy enough,” he says. “I had to remove every part of him that did. I failed you by not removing his other hand.”
I can’t help but marvel at his strength as he carries me all the way to the bedroom, continuing to pepper kisses across my shoulders. His arms tighten around me as he pushes open the bedroom door.
“Did you like watching him suffer?”
I thread my hands into his hair and breathe him in. “I liked watching you make him suffer.”
Staring into his endless eyes, I can see his desperation, his lust, as obviously as I can feel my own desire pooling in my underwear.
Now. I need him now.
When we drop to the bed, I’m quick to reverse our positions, so I’m straddling him, pulling desperately on his pants. Teo only chuckles, sending cruel vibrations straight to my crotch.
“This is the part where most girls would run away screaming.”
I finally undo his belt. “But I’m going to fuck you instead.”
I watch as his eyes turn practically black with desire. He leans forward to tug on my bottom lips with his teeth. “You were created to ruin me.”
He grabs hold of my blouse and pulls hard. The buttons snap open as I grab at his boxers eagerly. I almost gasp at the sheer size of his hardening cock.
He grunts as I release him from his restraints, and I practically shiver with anticipation.
“I want to fuck you slow and hard.” Teo’ voice is low and unwavering. “I want to bring you so close to the edge, then pull you back. I want you to beg me for everything, and I want to give you more. But right now, you need something else.”
I whimper as his hands reach out to me, grabbing hold of my ass and pulling me toward him.
He’s right. I just need a fucking release.
He lowers me onto him. Slowly, at first, so I can adjust to his size, then he pushes me all the way to the hilt. I see stars as I lift myself off again, suddenly desperate to find my pleasure.
There. I chase the sensation, desperately rubbing myself up and down and up and down his huge cock. Teo’s hands hold me firm, his fingers biting into my bare ass and sending thrills of desire through me. I want him to hold me tighter, harder, but I can barely catch my breath to ask.
Teo’s eyes never leave my body, staring intently as if measuring every reaction I have to him.
“Are you ready to cum?” he asks, bringing his thumb to his lips. I whimper in the absence of his touch.
I can only nod in response. I need more of him. I need the sting of his fingers on my ass again. Where did his hand go?
Suddenly I feel his thumb circling my clit, and I cry out. That’s what I needed.
I feel my eyes roll back into my head as I thrust myself against him one last time. My orgasm trembles through my body in a huge crescendo.
All I can hear is the ringing in my ears, but I swear I hear Teo hiss out, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
When my senses return, I’m lying across Teo’s chest, panting heavily. “That was…”
Teo’s arms encircle me, pulling me in tighter. I can feel his hot breath on my hair, the back of my neck.
“My darling, belle ,” Teo purrs in my ear. “I’m not finished with you yet. Remember, I still need to punish you.”
I whimper as his hands move south, encircling my devastatingly sensitive core, seeping wet with the remnants of my orgasm.
My entire body responds to the contact, grinding back into his still-hard cock as his fingers lazily work me open once more.
He hisses and tries to create some distance, but I’m persistent.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth.”
Which only encourages me more.
His arms freeze around me, then a second later, his fingers yank away, and he’s pushing me down into the bed. His eyes ablaze with a ferocious kind of desire.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want your cock in my pretty little mouth,” I reply haughtily, jutting my chin just so. “I want you to fuck my mouth, and I want you to cum down my throat.”
It drives him wild, and the satisfaction of his expression is only overridden by my reward.
Teo is huge. He’s too big to swallow entirely and with the state of my neck right now, I need to make accommodations. Namely with my hands. But it doesn’t stop my eagerness to satisfy, especially when I can taste myself all over him.
After a couple of experimental drags of his length, I allow my tongue to dart out and lick across his sensitive end.
“Fuck!” Teo curses when I look up at him through hooded eyes.
Yes, I’m driving him insane.
“You call this a punishment?” I smile up at him cruelly before taking him whole again.
His hands wrap around my hair a second later, tugging hard enough to make the roots protest as he pulls me away from my prize.
“You’re enjoying yourself far too much,” he growls down at me.
He yanks my hair back so my face is tilted up to him and rewards me with a filthy kiss. His tongue greedily tastes himself in my mouth, teeth biting hard enough for my lips to swell.
When he pulls away, he has a satisfied kind of smile on his face. “Look at what I’ve reduced you to.”
I bite at the wrist that’s still tangled in my hair.
He chuckles as he pulls me back to his cock. My mouth eagerly opens to accept it, but he holds me only close enough for the tip to brush against my lips. My tongue darts out to lap at it eagerly.
“So impatient,” he chuckles as he finally, finally gives me an inch. Then another.
It’s so agonizingly slow. I’m constantly whimpering around him, begging with my eyes to just let me. Let me. Let me.
But he’s in control, and he’s not relenting. And I’ve never wished to have a knife in my hand more. Anything that I could use to threaten him into giving me what I want.
Luckily, for all his restraint, all his teasing, all his need for control, Teo is still just a man. And when my nails scrape across his thighs, his movements get quicker and faster and deeper.
And fuck, it feels so good to see him crumble before me.
This man, this murderer, this don. Weak men have perished at his hand. But for me , Teo Vitale ruins himself before my very eyes.
I feel him tense up, and yes, yes, yes, let me taste you.
And when he’s done, and I’ve swallowed him down, it’s me who he reaches for in his vulnerability. The one who ruined him. The one who has the power to destroy him.
I crawl on top of him so that there’s not an inch of space between us. For the first time, we hold each other as equals.
And I’ve never felt peace quite like it.