Chapter 6 Isabella
Ice’s lips lock with mine, his hand gripping my waist possessively. His mouth is warm and demanding, igniting a fire within me. I’ve never experienced a man like this before. A part of me wants to pull away—he’s my boss, after all—but another part of me can’t resist the intense connection. It’s been sizzling between us since the day we met. I can’t go more than a few hours without wondering about this enigmatic man. I’m obsessed, and I’m not exactly sure why. Sure, he’s hot, but it feels like there’s more to it.
As our kiss deepens, the familiar tension between us escalates. Our bodies press tightly against each other, and the bulge in his jeans grows hard against my thigh. It’s both intimidating and arousing, and I find myself wanting more of him despite knowing better. I should be running from the room, but all I can do is slide closer. I can’t help but wonder how this man, usually so cold and distant, can ignite such passion within me.
A bead of sweat forms on his forehead as he pulls back slightly, breaking our kiss. His gaze is intense, searching my eyes as he whispers, “Take off your top.”
As I move to obey his command, I force myself to take a steadying breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. This isn’t just lust—there’s something deeper here, something that scares me. But I can’t let Ice know that. Not yet. Not ever.
His gaze drops to my breasts as I slip off my skimpy bikini top and let it fall to the floor. The way he stares is both terrifying and exhilarating. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me topless before. He saw all of me on amateur night and he’s seen me several times since. He never asked me to give him a lap dance in his special booth, and we’ve certainly never been in a VIP room together before. Maybe it feels different because this is the first time we’ve been alone together, and look what’s happening. It’s madness.
As he cups my breasts in his massive hands, I close my eyes and tilt my head back. He brushes hot kisses across my throat and rubs his rough thumbs across my nipples. I press my lips together to hold back a moan. The walls here aren’t thin, but they’re not soundproof either. No one needs to know what’s happening in this room, especially the other dancers. If they found out, I can’t imagine the shit I’d have to deal with.
His mouth moves down across my collarbone, leaving a burning trail between my breasts. I dare to open my eyes for a second and look down at him. The desire in his eyes lights every nerve ending in my body on fire.
I slide my hands into his hair and pull his face into my chest. Part of me wants to suffocate him between my breasts, angry that he’s making me feel this way, but another part of me wants to feel more than just his tongue on my body.
Pushing me back into a seated position, he kneels between my legs. He carefully slides off each of my shoes, planting a lingering kiss on my ankle after each one, causing shivers to race up my spine. His calloused hands run along my calves as he pulls me to the edge of the bench. I gasp when his teeth gently graze the sensitive skin behind my knees, eliciting a sudden wave of pleasure that courses through my entire body.
As he hooks his thumbs in my thong, my thoughts dissolve into pure lust. Nothing else matters right now but the feeling and sensation of his hands on my body. He glides the tiny scrap of fabric off my soaked pussy and down my thighs. Now there’s no way to deny how much I want him. My scent thickens in the air as my arousal deepens. He’s not stopping this, and neither am I.
“ Dios mío ,” I moan softly, running my fingers through his hair as he buries his face against my thigh. When he doesn’t move, I risk a glance down, and his silver-blue eyes lock onto mine.
“Isabella,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “Tell me to stop.”
I know I should. Every logical part of my brain is screaming at me to push him away, to remember who we are and the dangers that surround us. But my body betrays me, pressing closer to his massive frame.
“I can’t,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his platinum hair. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile before he lowers his mouth to claim me. I moan, arching to meet him. I’m shocked by my wanton display of erotic hunger, but he’s licking away every one of my reservations. I’m voracious for this man, and I don’t care if he knows it. Nothing else matters right now but his mouth and what it’s doing to me.
“More,” I whisper as his lips brush across my trembling pussy. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. No man has ever done this to me, never made me feel this way.
“Ice, how can you be this good?” I gasp. He ignores my question and continues to slowly torture me with long, languorous swipes of his tongue.
My hips buck involuntarily as pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he works me towards the edge. I’m torn between closing my eyes to fully immerse myself in the feeling and keeping them open to watch him.
“Ice, I’m… I’m…” I can’t form coherent sentences anymore. My world narrows down to the sensations he’s creating, the pressure building inside me.
Suddenly, he captures my clit between his lips and sucks—hard. Oh, God. So hard.
My back arches off the bench, a cry of ecstasy escaping my lips. Ice doesn’t let up, drawing out my pleasure until I’m trembling and oversensitive. I try to push his head away, but his dark laughter fills the room. He’s not done with me yet.
His tongue swirls across me, soothing the fire before stoking it once more. Relentless, he flicks his tongue against my clit until I’m crying out his name. I don’t care if anyone hears. Nothing matters but him, and now, and this, and oh, I’m going to—
Another orgasm rips through my body, leaving me utterly broken. I collapse against the wall, blissed out and drunk on my desire for him.
As I try to catch my breath, Ice stands and begin to undress. Each newly revealed inch of his muscular body takes my breath away. He’s even sexier than I imagined, all lean muscle and quiet strength.
When he’s fully naked, my eyes are drawn to his impressive cock. I swallow hard, unable to form words as he rolls a condom on. If I could think clearly, I’d thank him for being so considerate, but I can’t, so I don’t.
Unable to talk, I reach for him and pull him to stand between my parted thighs. He hooks his hands under my thighs and yanks me forward, pulling my ass off the bench and pushing my ankles up to the wall over my head.
“Thank God for yoga,” I mutter.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I grab my ankles with my hands and hold them up.
Our eyes lock as he slowly pushes into me. He’s so huge that there’s no way he could possibly fit, but he keeps diving deeper, relentlessly spreading me until I can’t imagine taking another inch. I’ve never been so thoroughly stuffed, and I don’t know how he’ll be able to move. I’m so tight and he’s so enormous that it seems impossible, but it’s not.
As he pulls back then thrusts into me, my eyes roll back, and I lose all control. I’m completely unable to stop the moans and gasps escaping me as he pounds me into the bench. I forget about the dangers, about my brother, about the cartel. There’s only Ice and the incredible sensations he’s awakening within me.
His hands slide up to grasp my bouncing breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing me gently with his fingers while hammering me with his cock. It’s maddening, the contrast between his gentle touch and the raw lust I see in his eyes. He’s so controlled and yet so out of control at the same time. How?
He changes the angle of his thrusts, drawing me back to the present.
“Ice,” I gasp, my body arching towards him. “Please…”
“Get on top,” he growls, pulling out and leaving me empty and bereft.
He sits on the bench beside me and waits with an expectant look on his face. A surge of power and desire courses through me. I straddle him, pushing against Ice’s chest until his back’s against the wall. His stunning eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
“My turn,” I breathe, lowering myself onto him.
I begin to ride him, reveling in the control. Ice’s hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. His gaze is intense, filled with a passion I’ve never seen from him before. It’s intoxicating.
“Bella,” he groans, his voice husky. “You’re incredible.”
The sound of my nickname on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. Although I told him not to use it, I secretly like it when he does. I increase my pace, chasing the building pleasure. He matches my rhythm, thrusting up to meet me.
Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment. I’m getting close again, and from the way Ice’s muscles are tensing beneath me, I know he is too.
“Ice, I’m—” I gasp, my words cut off as the orgasm crashes over me.
He follows a moment later, pulling me against his chest as he grunts out his release. We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined so closely that I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
As the endorphins begin to fade, the reality of what we just did crashes into me. My lungs tighten and my heart starts pounding from more than just physical exertion. What have I done?
I can’t believe I just had crazy, wild sex with my boss, my brother’s enemy. My mind races as I try to catch my breath. I run a trembling hand through my tangled hair, realizing I need to get out of here—fast.
As I fumble for my clothes, Ice’s piercing gaze follows my every move. I can feel the weight of his stare, a mix of desire and something deeper that I’m not ready to face. Just as I’m about to make my escape, his hand shoots out, gently but firmly grasping my wrist.
“Let me go,” I snap, yanking my wrist free without bothering to look at him.
“Bella, wait,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “We need to talk about this.”
I turn to face him, instantly regretting it. Those silver-blue eyes pull me in, threatening to drown me. The magnetic pull between us is palpable, exciting and terrifying all at once.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. “This was a mistake.”
“You don’t mean that.” His brow furrows.
“I do,” I insist, even as doubt gnaws at me. “I can’t get involved with my boss, or with anyone from Underground Vengeance. Working here is complicated enough. It’s just a means to an end. I can’t get caught up in this, in you.”
I turn my back on him as I hastily reach for the door. “We got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
As I crack the door open, my mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me wants to turn around, to fall back into his arms and forget about the consequences. But I know better. I’m the sister of a cartel leader, and he’s the vice president of an outlaw motorcycle club. This can only end in disaster.
“ Dios mío ,” I curse under my breath. “How could I be so stupid?”
I step out of the VIP room, the throbbing bass of the club music hitting me like a physical force. The familiar scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol fills my nostrils as I weave through the crowd. A couple of my fellow dancers catch my eye, their gazes curious and questioning. I feel exposed, as if a spotlight is following my every move.
“Get it together,” I whisper, trying to calm my racing heart. “No one knows what happened. You’re fine.”
But the guilt gnaws at me, making my skin prickle with unease. I quicken my pace, desperate to reach the exit and escape the suffocating atmosphere of the Voodoo Velvet.
As I near the door, a sudden realization hits me. Something’s off. My wrist feels lighter, bare. I glance down, my stomach dropping as I see the empty space where my watch should be.
“No, no, no,” I mutter, panic rising in my throat. That watch was from my abuela . It’s the only thing I have left of her. I probably dropped it in the chaos of trying to leave quickly. There’s no way I can go back to get it. If I walk back into that room, Ice won’t let me leave until we talk things over. I can’t. Not right now. We need to cool off before we do anything else we’ll both regret.
I spot Vicki by the bar, her blonde hair catching the neon lights. Relief washes over me as I approach her.
“Vicki, I need a favor,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
She turns, her green eyes widening as she takes in my appearance. “Bella? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I shake my head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. I just… I left my watch in the VIP room. Could you grab it for me?”
Vicki glances at the stage. “I’m up next. Why don’t you get it yourself?”
“I… I can’t deal with the customer right now,” I lie, hating how easily it comes to me. “Please, it’s important. If you hurry it will only take a second.”
She studies me for a moment, concern evident in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nod, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “I just need to leave. Can you hold onto the watch until my shift tomorrow?”
Vicki hesitates, then nods. “Of course, chica. I’ve got your back.”
Relief floods through me. “You’re a lifesaver.”
As I turn to leave, Vicki calls out, “Bella, wait! What should I tell Ice if he asks about you?”
I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. She doesn’t know, does she? No, she’s just assuming that the club’s owner will want to know why I disappeared. That’s all.
“Just… tell him I left early. Say it was personal.”
She nods and doesn’t press further. I’m grateful for her discretion as I make my way to the exit.
I pause at the exit, my hand on the door. The cool metal beneath my palm grounds me for a moment as I wrestle with the decision to leave. My abuela’s watch feels like a physical weight on my conscience, pulling me back towards the VIP room where Ice waits. But going back there right now would be a disaster.
“I can’t go back,” I mutter, closing my eyes. The memory of Ice’s touch, his piercing silver-blue eyes, flashes through my mind. My body responds instantly, a rush of heat coursing through me. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of desire.
“Get it together,” I whisper. “Vicki can handle it.”
I trust Vicki. She’s the only one here who seems trustworthy. Also, she’s dating Tank, another guy from Underground Vengeance MC. If anyone can be discreet about this, it’s her. Still, the thought of leaving my abuela’s watch behind makes my stomach churn.
Taking a deep breath, I push open the door and step out into the night. Warmth embraces me, chasing away the chilly Velvet air. I wrap my arms around myself as I start walking towards my car. Even the sultry night can’t seem to get rid of my goosebumps.
My heels click against the pavement, echoing in the quiet parking lot. Each step takes me further from Ice, but it’s the right thing to do. Tonight was a huge mistake.
“A scorching mistake, but one that can never happen again,” I mutter, exhaling hard.
Even as I speak the words, I know they’re a lie. The memory of Ice’s hands on my body, of his lips on mine, sends a shiver down my spine. I haven’t even been away from him for more than a couple of minutes and my body already yearns for him again.
I reach my car and lean against it, closing my eyes. “What the hell have I done?” I whisper into the night. “I need this job, but at what cost? How am I supposed to stay away from him now?”
The answer eludes me as I climb into my car. As I drive away from the club, I can’t shake the feeling that everything has changed. My thoughts become a tumultuous mix of regret and longing, and despite every logical argument, every reason why I should stay far away from Ice, I’m not sure I have the strength to resist him if he comes for me again.