10. Isabella
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Isabella
I shouldn’t have agreed to this. I should have just left.
I guess I’m a masochist because I’m here, waiting for Salvatore. I tried to resist him, but after he cornered me in the bathroom and the shock of seeing him after all that had happened subsided, he awakened my body again. After a year of yearning and being able to relieve myself of the memory of him, I too need closure.
My closure is different from his. I can’t and won’t try again. I have a different agenda, one in which only I will gain.
Him?
Not so much.
The door of my office in the club opens and Pino enters.
“You sure you’re doing the right thing?” His eyes study me.
I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath. “Yes. I need this.”
“I’m going to be down in the main area if you need anything.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I won’t need anything, other than when he comes, for you to bring him to me.”
Pino nods and leaves the room. I stand and start to pace because in less than five minutes, he should be here. I know I said if he doesn’t show up, I will assume he’s left, just as I want. But there is a small piece of me that hopes he will come because I need to let out all the bottled-up anger I’ve kept inside since the day I left him.
Just as I think he isn’t coming; the door opens and there he is. No suit; he’s casually dressed in jeans and a shirt that is filled with his broad chest. Still handsome as always, his blue eyes shining with aspiration. He walks in and he approaches me with slow steps. I let him. He stops in front of me, a smirk on his face.
“I wouldn’t smile if I were you. You’re here because I wanted it, not you.” I trace a finger down his chin. “Now, be a good boy and sit.”
He raises his eyebrow, and without any questioning, he sits. I bite my lip as I watch his quads stretch underneath his jeans as he spreads his legs on the chair.
“Let’s get something clear, Salvatore,” I say.
I walk toward the door and flick the lock. I turn, and I can see it in his eyes. Lust and longing; the same look I would probably see if I looked in the mirror. I take small steps toward him, and with each step, I undo a button on my dress. “You are here because I wanted it. You said your piece, and I will consider everything you said. But for now, I don’t want to talk about the past.” When I reach him, my dress is undone and I drop it on the floor, standing in my lace underwear, stockings, and heels. I walk between his legs and place my hands on his shoulders. I search his confused eyes. “You want closure, so do I. But I want another kind of closure, and that is the only one you will get, so take it or leave it.”
We stare at each other in silence just for a moment. Enough to make me think he will pull away. But his hand lands on my ass, and he pulls me toward him, his lips finding the skin of my belly, and he inhales deeply. He pulls me into his lap, and my legs find their way around each side of him.
One of his hands slips into my hair and his other wraps around my back as he buries his head into the side of my neck. “You are killing me, Bella,” he exhales into my skin.
I shiver when his breath touches my flesh, and his lips kiss my skin. I tell myself it’s only for tonight, and with that thought in mind, I give in.
His lips find mine, and the battle between our tongues begins. Our teeth clash, and the frenzy takes over as we lose ourselves.
My hands find the buttons of his shirt and my fingers fumble with them, not quick enough, though, because all I can do to get him out of it is pull the sides, letting the buttons fly all over the place as I rip it apart.
He unclips my bra, and my breasts fall in front of him. A growl escapes him as his lips find my nipples.
I grind myself on his hard cock as I’m overwhelmed by the sensations traveling through my body.
He stops touching me and fumbles with his belt, and as soon as his pants are open, I take his cock out. I pump up and down and trace his pre-cum with my finger. I look him in the eyes, put my finger inside my mouth, and suck on it before I pull it out with a pop.
“Take my panties off, Salvatore. I’m going to ride you hard.”
A struggling look crosses his eyes, but it disappears in a second. The material of my thong dips into my skin followed by the sound of it ripping.
As soon as there is nothing between us, I sink down on his cock. I ignore the resistance and stretching of my muscles and enjoy the feeling of him inside me. My moan is met with his growl and quick breathing.
I close my eyes so I can ignore his gaze and ride him hard, up and down. I chase my need and anger; he matches my movements until the sensation travels through my spine all the way to my belly and my core until it overwhelms me, and I bury my head in his neck before I come on his cock.
In the dizziness of the frenzy, I let him wrap my hair around his fist and pull my head backwards, exposing my neck to him. His hips move up and down and he pumps his cock inside me hard, hitting all the right places. His lips kiss my neck, and his teeth graze my skin as he sucks my neck, and I moan, allowing my second orgasm to follow, and we come together, his semen spilling deep inside me.
Our ragged breaths are the only thing that can be heard, and they wake me from the fog of my orgasm. I try to stand up from his lap, but his hands hold me tight, and I dare to look into his begging eyes.
“Don’t worry. I won’t get pregnant,” I say.
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I’m worried about. I… I… didn’t expect this.”
I search his sincere eyes for an answer before I stand. This time, he lets me go. I put my dress on my naked body, ignoring the cum leaking from between my legs.
I look at him. “What did you expect?”
“To talk.”
I scoff. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Salvatore. Everything is said and done. When you said we needed closure, you were right. But I guess we have different opinions on what closure means.”
I move forward and take his shirt from the floor, giving it to him. “You can get dressed now. I will let Pino escort you out.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You think you can just use me for sex and make me leave?” He stands and takes the shirt from my hand and starts to dress. He narrows his eyes. “If you think this was closure, then you are delusional.” He takes a step toward me and gently touches my face with the back of his hand, and he leans forward, only inches from my face. “I promise you, Bella, I will make you mine again. If that means I have to beg on my knees for your forgiveness, I will. If I have to kill for you, I will. I’m not leaving until I have you back. I can’t live, breathe, or think without you. I can’t fucking function without you by my side. You fed me your poison, and you are my antidote. You are my future and my present. I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I will do anything, and I mean anything to make that happen.”
I swallow, and before I can say a word, he opens the door and disappears. I fall back on the chair he evacuated and the tears I’ve held in for a long time fall down my cheeks.
I cry for the life we could have had if only he was aware of what he wanted before everything went down the drain.