19. Theodore
19
THEODORE
I sabel’s room is locked.
I try the handle once, twice, before exhaling through my nose.
I pull out my keys, the metal cool against my fingers as I find the one I need. With a quiet snick , the lock gives way, and I push the door open.
Isabel is sprawled on the bed, the blanket barely covering her, hanging off one side of the mattress. She sleeps carelessly, oblivious to the world—oblivious to me .
My eyes rake over her, taking in every detail—the way the moonlight casts shadows over her tanned skin, the soft curve of her lips, the delicate rise and fall of her chest. She’s beautiful in a way that feels almost unreal, and for a moment, I let myself admire her without restraint.
My cock twitches at the sight, my pants feeling too tight.
I step closer, the floorboards groaning under my weight. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I reach down and lift the edge of the blanket, moving it aside slowly so I don’t disturb her. Her lashes flutter, as if she’s lost in some dream.
I crouch beside her, my face at level with hers, close enough to feel the faint warmth of her breath. She shifts, her nightgown riding higher up her thighs, exposing more of her taut body. My gaze follows the curve of her legs, the bare expanse of her skin.
Fuck .
She’s not wearing anything underneath.
A spark of heat coils low in my stomach. My fingers twitch, the urge to reach out almost overwhelming. My hands linger just above her, savoring the proximity.
I stay there for a moment longer, watching Isabel , my mind racing with thoughts I should suppress. My fascination with her is obsessive; I should stop pretending otherwise. She’s mine, whether she knows it yet or not.
Every part of me longs to claim her.
There’s no denying it now; my desire for Isabel is consuming. I feel it in my chest, low and insistent, spreading through me until it reaches every inch of my body.
I can’t look away. My pulse pounds in my ears, and my cock aches painfully against the confines of my trousers.
I edge closer, careful not to wake her, but in the back of my mind, I wonder if she would mind if she did wake.
The thought spurs me on, my restraint slipping with each passing second. I tug at my belt, freeing myself from the unbearable tightness. The relief is immediate, but it only heightens the hunger coursing through me.
She shifts again, her lips parting as a soft sigh escapes her.
Fuck it.
Bringing my hand to the base of my cock, I begin to move my palm against the veiny skin.
My heartbeat quickens, a rush of pleasure flooding through me.
Tracing the curve of her body with my gaze, I feel an overwhelming urge to touch her.
I gently part her legs, taking in the sight before me. Her pussy is bare, plump and… fucking wet.
Oh , my little siren. What secrets do your dreams hold?
I continue to torment myself, pushing closer to the edge but refusing to let it consume me just yet. The urge to slip my cock inside her overwhelms me, but I force myself to hold back. This is not how I want to fill her for the first time.
But I need to touch her, even if it’s just for a moment.
I suck on my thumb and lower it to her entrance, taking some of her arousal up to her clit. Isabel’s body twitches, a quiet moan slipping from her lips, and the sound sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.
Rubbing delicate circles over her pussy, I feel my climax building in my core.
This time, I don’t stop. I rub my dick in an assaulting pace, feeling the tingle of my orgasm cresting.
I let my cum spill all over Isabel’s bare cunt.
She stirs, and my heart pounds violently in my chest as I gaze at my perfect siren, her body marked with my seed. Satisfaction reverberates deep within me.
I bring my fingers back to her pussy, slowly shoving my cum inside her.
Mine .
The plan had been clear—use Isabel as a sacrifice to finally rid myself of my adoptive father. That was all it was supposed to be. But with Lionel dead and her here, in my possession, something inside me shifts.
The thought of letting her go now feels... impossible.