24. Isabel
Isabel
I didn’t know it was possible to go from the best sex of my whole damn life to wanting to kill him in a matter of seconds.
One minute, the endorphins that had me floating high, drain out of me just as quickly, replaced by something sharp and furious.
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me!”
He shuts the bathroom door like a coward. A few seconds later, the shower kicks on.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, forcing myself to breathe before I storm in there after him. I can’t believe he met with Rurik and didn’t tell me.
No, worse. He flat-out lied.
My anger builds the longer I stay here. He promised never to lie to me. Promised I could trust him.
That didn’t last long.
Pushing myself upright, I wince at how sore my body is from his delicious punishment.
Not delicious. What had felt so good, doesn’t anymore.
I feel used.
Up on my feet I send the bathroom door crashing open, rebounding off the wall as steam curls around me. A few quick steps close the distance before I yank open the frosted door.
“I fucking hate you. I can’t believe you lied…” The rest of my rant dies in my throat. “What the hell?”
His back is facing me. A bruise, dark and swollen, runs down is spine, pulling the anger right out of me.
“Not as bad as it looks.” Aiden turns like that settles it. “Just a little hiccup.”
A slow sweep down his body says otherwise. Cuts. Bruises. Damage he’s brushing off like it’s nothing.
“Do you mind?” He has the gall to nudge me back so he can shut the door. “I’m almost done.”
I strip off the clothes still on me in record time and step into the shower, my frustration boiling over.
“You are the most frustrating man I have ever met. A bloody hiccup? Did you hit your head too? Is this why you didn’t want to get naked earlier?
Knew that if I saw you like this, I wouldn’t have let you fuck me stupid? ”
Aiden ignores me. Reaches around me to grab a bar of soap and starts washing up.
Is he fucking kidding me right now?
Ignore me? Not a chance in hell.
There’s one thing he won’t be able to brush off, no matter how hard he tries. And I use it without hesitation.
Dropping to my knees, I take his flaccid cock in my hand. I stroke him slowly, up and down twice. My eyes lift, and I intently watch him.
The shift is instantaneous. His body stilling under the steady stream of water, breath catching as he fights for control.
He’s losing. Good.
His cock gradually regains its firmness and vitality. How? I have no idea, but it is, and I’m not about to stop until it’s so hard it hurts.
“Isabel,” he growls.
“Can’t ignore me now, can you?” I drag my tongue along the base of his shaft, feeling the vein pulsating with increased speed.
The soap slips from his grip. Strong hands suddenly haul me to my feet and press my back against the tile, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat building between us.
“Don’t push me, Izzy. It’s been a real shitty day. You have no idea.”
With a venomous stare, everything comes out at once. Every piece of the mess he wasn’t here for, my words sharp and biting.
“You wanna talk about shitty days? Try finding out someone hid a gun in my grandfather’s safe and wrapped it in the scarf I bought my grandmother.
As if that’s not enough, I read the letter my grandfather left me and learned way too much about the man.
The biggest one—he kept a letter my mother wrote for me.
He was supposed to give it to me once I was old enough. He never did.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t stop.
“It told me everything. Who she was. How I came to be. A fucked-up story, really. She could only speculate on who she believes got her pregnant. Which, by the way, I’m almost certain is the same man you work for.
If it’s not him, then his son. Or the piece of shit who kidnapped me.
None of those options feel like great choices. ”
I take my first breath as a hiccup escapes. “And I can’t decide if I even care to know the truth, because not knowing means I can keep on pretending I’m not some product of a fucked-up situation that likely led to my mother and grandfather’s deaths.”
He brings me to his level, forehead pressing against mine, his voice quieter now, controlled but raw.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you read the letters. I should’ve been. You shouldn’t have had to read that alone. And I should’ve told you who I was meeting. I didn’t want you to worry. Doesn’t excuse it, though. What I did was wrong. It won’t happen again. I promise. I’ll do better.”
His eyes darken, the tightness in his jaw loosens. Silence stretches for a beat. It’s like he’s bracing us both, like whatever comes next matters more.
“That’s no way to treat the woman I love. I want to be honest with you—always. I don’t want to be the man who lets you down. I really hope I didn’t fuck that up. Can you forgive me? Stop hating me… and maybe love me instead?”
My legs wrap around his waist, holding him closer. His hard cock nestles between us, the tip taunting my forbidden hole.
I’ve never once thought about letting a man take me there. I’m still on the fence, but I get why others might be into it.
As it teases those delicate nerves, it sends a pulse to my clit. That bitch insists it’s not done with this man yet, even though my pussy strongly disagrees. Both sensations reignite my craving for him.
It could be because I swear he just said he loved me. I can’t be a hundred percent sure. I’ll need him to clarify.
“There’s a lot to unwrap in that apology. But before we dive deep into it, can you say it again?”
The fucker smirks and repeats, “I’m sorry.”
“Swoon. Hearing a man say that is so goddamn hot.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I dig my nails into the nape of his neck. “But that’s not the part I was referring to.”
“Got it.” He puts his lips to one side, making him look like an idiot, then smiles. “I think I know what you want to hear.”
“I swear if you—”
I’m silenced by his kiss, which consumes me in a way I’ve never experienced.
When he draws back, it’s only far enough for him to say the words, “I fucking love you.”
Then he kisses me again, moving his hips until he slides the tip of his cock into my sore but very wet pussy.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” Our lips are still touching. “I fucking love you too.”
He moans as he slides in more. “You said you hated me.”
My breath hitches as he rocks his hips and slowly withdraws. “I lied.”
Jesus Christ, the man knows how to torture me in the best way possible. My pussy is so sensitive from our previous encounter that every slow thrust sends a wave of intense pleasure through me. He doesn’t pick up the pace. This isn’t like before.
He’s not fucking me.
We’re making love. He’s taking his time, showing me the gentler side of him. I’m pretty sure it’s a side most never see.
Every second pulls tighter, the tension building until it almost becomes too much. Until the edge feels sharp enough to break me.
And deep down, I know that when he finally lets me fall, it won’t just be about the moment. It will change everything between us.
“Ready?” he asks as he pulls out and waits.
“So ready.”
“Me too.” His lips crash back to mine, the kiss softer that I expect.
It doesn’t match the warning in his voice. “Hold on, because there will be no coming back from this.”
Before I can speak, he slams into me, and my world tilts as everything unravels at once.
My orgasm hits hard and fast, pulling a reaction from me I can’t control. Every nerve firing as the sensation spreads. Consuming me from head to toe.
It’s overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. All at the same time.
Without him holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Goddamn, woman.” Aiden’s body trembles. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Leaning my head against his shoulder, I yawn. “What a glorious way to go.”
His only response is a chuckle. It makes me smile, knowing I can make him laugh even when the world is falling apart around us.
“As much as I’d love to never leave this room,” I unwrap my legs from his body, “we have to.”
“I know,” he grunts, not happy about it. “Trust me, I know.”
Moving under the water, I allow my eyes to drift over his body a second time. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
He bends and picks up the bar of soap. “A barn exploded about fifteen seconds after I untangled Jen from razor wire. It wasn’t an accident. He was watching us. I’m not sure how, but I know he was. No one is that lucky.”
“He?” I whisper, then grow angry. “You mean Rurik?”
He nods.
My finger slides across the raw, reopened gash on his arm. “You shouldn’t have gotten these wet or overexerted yourself. That’s gonna leave a nasty scar.”
His eyes follow my finger. “It’s fine. Jen can stitch it up again.”
I shake my head, not about to let someone do my job. “I’ll do it. And while I do, you can fill me in on that shitshow.”