20. Isabella
twenty
Isabella
The moment I slammed my lips on his, I understood why he was trying to push me away. His grip on my hands tightens, and he squeezes my neck just a little as he devours me. Our tongues fight each other.
The pressure on my neck is barely there, but his possessiveness and domination make me submit. Lost in his kisses, in the euphoria of lust, I moan, wanting more. He squeezes my neck a bit more, robbing me of my breath. Just for a second, then the pressure on my neck loosens, his lips never leaving mine.
“Don’t move your hands.” His hand moves between my legs, touching me gently with his fingers. I whimper under his touch, and in seconds, my panties dig into my skin just before they’re ripped from me. I watch him take the fabric to his nose and inhale deeply before pocketing them.
I hear the buckle of his belt open, followed by his zipper.
Yes, please . I need him inside me.
He opens the foil condom packet with his teeth. I didn’t even think of birth control. Last time, we didn’t use protection. I put that thought aside for now. I want to enjoy this.
I watch him roll the condom on with one hand while his other is on my neck, still pinning me down.
“Tonight, I take what I want. You don’t have any say in how you get what I give you.”
He slams into me, taking my breath away when the pressure on my neck grows, his hand squeezing.
My hands wrap around his forearm, keeping it there, not pushing. Just a small act of reassurance that I’ll take it.
He pulls his cock out all the way and slams into me again and again, filling me in a way I never thought possible. He places one of my legs on his shoulders, my other wrapped around his waist, and he keeps pounding into me.
I grip his hand tighter as the deprivation of oxygen does its work even if he isn’t choking hard. But I fall into what feels like some other dimension until my body screams, wanting release.
The tingling feeling down my spine grows until it moves down to my stomach and explodes. My nails dig into his hand, my muscles contracting, and I come for what feels like a long time. I see black dots in front of me as the hand on my neck tightens, followed by a groan and a loud, “Fuck.” Just as I think I’ll black out and lose my breath, the pressure on my neck is gone.
My eyes widen as I try to catch my breath, my brain realizing what just happened.
He choked me while fucking me.
“Are you okay?” he asks like this is a normal thing for him to do. Maybe it is, but I can’t know that because I don’t really know him.
Is this who he is? Is this what turns him on? I never expected him to be caring or gentle. I expected mostly rough sex.
This was more, though. It was about control, something he didn’t have last time.
Is this about him being in control? If so, why does he look so conflicted?
I’m too dumbfounded to even think about how I feel. I would have thought I would panic. I didn’t. I wanted more.
I gave him control over me.
I trusted him when I shouldn’t have. So, what does that make me?
“Are you okay?” He narrows his eyes, his voice edged with concern.
I realize I was deep in my thoughts.
“I’m fine.” I push myself up on my elbows. “Are you?”
He looks at me, confused, before blinking a few times. Ignoring my question, he takes the straps of my bra and pushes them up on my shoulders. He trails my skin with the back of his hand from my shoulder down to my breast, waking my body again. And if that wasn’t enough, I can feel him growing bigger inside me again.
He didn’t pull out.
Like he can hear my thoughts, he drops his hand and pulls out. I wince but stay in my place, not moving an inch as I watch him take the condom off and toss it in the bin.
“Stay here. I’ll be back.” He walks toward the door, tucking himself in, leaving me confused on his desk without panties and with a ripped blouse.
With a groan, I get down from the desk and try to make myself presentable to walk out. Not that anyone will notice my state. I knot the blouse under my breasts; it should work.
I look around his neat office that reflects his dominating personality. It’s not that I didn’t like what he did, it is just another piece of the puzzle. Every time he does something, it’s confusing because what he does doesn’t match his public profile.
And that is making him even more interesting.
But for now, all I can do is trust him to protect me.
I sit down on the leather sofa, tiredness taking over as I wait for him to come back.
I stir when fabric wraps around my shoulders. Blinking, I open my eyes to Salvatore wrapping his jacket around me.
“I told you to wait,” he murmurs.
I didn’t realize how exhausted I was. The last two weeks, I tired myself out, not to mention the stress that came with this marriage and, most importantly, being Isabella Ruggeri again.
He buttons up the jacket on me. “Come. I’ll drive you home,” Salvatore says.
I blink. “You mean to the hotel?”
He stops what he’s doing and stares at me. “That’s where we’re living, so it’s a home.”
I stand. “You know, people have homes for a reason. Living in a hotel, even if you have your own floor, is not a home. I have a home, and that is my apartment. A suite in a hotel is not and never will be my home.”
He grabs me and pulls me to him by my upper arm. With my unsteady feet, I almost fall onto him. I brace my free hand on his chest. “You can say goodbye to your apartment because you are not going back there.” His voice is low.
I exhale, not in the mood to fight. I narrow my eyes at him. “I know that.” I pat his chest. His eyes follow the motion. “Now, drive me home . I’m too tired to fight.”
With a low growl, he steers me out of his office and takes my hand, pulling me closer to him as we walk out of the club into his waiting car.
I slide into my seat and buckle in as Salvatore slides in. I look through the window, my eyes catching the man standing beside the wall near the entrance. My blood runs cold as my eyes lock onto his face. My eyes widen, and my mouth goes dry.
“Fuck,” Salvatore says from beside me. “He’s outside my club. Gray suit, purple shirt.” I hear the door open, and Salvatore is already halfway out, his attention on the man when I grab his hand.
“Don’t go.” He looks from the man to me before he comes back.
We watch as Dante and two other men I don’t know the names of walk out of the club. At the same time, a speeding motorbike drives by us, stopping just a few strides from the man. Hopping on the bike, they speed up before anyone can reach them.
Salvatore hits the steering wheel. “Fucking cunt.”
I exhale with relief that he is gone and relax into my seat. I close my eyes, exhaustion taking over again when Salvatore starts the car and drives away.
“I’m going to the hotel to find out what he was doing there. I want answers, and how the hell has he come near me unnoticed?” Salvatore barks orders on his phone while I try to relax as my body shakes. I take deep breaths.
I stir when my body is lifted, and no matter how I try to open my eyes, they’re too heavy.
“Sleep,” Salvatore murmurs in my hair. And I do. I wrap my hand around him and bury my face in his neck, only waking up again when I’m put in a soft place and my clothes are taken off.
Salvatore covers me, but before he can leave, I grab his hand, my voice hoarse. “Stay.” I squeeze his fingers, hoping he will because I can’t be alone tonight. “Please,” I say, opening my eyes, pleading with them.
Shaking his head, he says nothing as he takes his shoes and clothes off. I watch him reach the other side of the bed in a few strides, and he slides in beside me.
I turn onto my side, facing him. I want to look at him before I close my eyes.
Enigmatic man. If I’d just stayed away, I would never be on his radar and I would never know this feeling inside. But I couldn’t stay away. Something brought us together. I just hope that I get out with my soul and heart intact.
He is lying on his back, one hand under his head and the other on his muscular stomach. He’s staring into space like he is sleeping with open eyes.
I take a moment to appreciate how beautiful he is. This is the first time I can really look at him without tension and threats around us.
“Sleep,” he grumbles.
I smile and close my eyes. The moment I do, darkness takes over, taking me to places I can only dream of.