38. Isabel
Isabel
“We need to clean you up first.” Aiden’s voice is quieter than normal, but clear and certain.
He’s not wrong. I’m a complete mess, and now that he’s pointed it out, everything shifts. The adrenaline that carried me this far begins to fade, leaving me very aware of the blood and how it feels on my skin.
Panic takes over.
By the time we reach the fourth floor, I’ve released him. Now that I’m out of his arms, I race for the front door, only to find it locked. Of course, it is. And I don’t fucking know where my keys are.
The realization hits hard, and there’s no stopping what comes next. I turn away from him and vomit, the sound echoing in the hallway. My hands shake where they’re braced against my knees, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t steady them.
The shocking truth of what I almost did settles in.
Behind me, the door opens, and I don’t question how. I don’t have the energy to care how he managed to get it open.
Aiden moves in closer, his hand sliding along my back in a slow, comforting rhythm. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll have someone clean that up.”
His voice doesn’t rush me. It doesn’t press. It’s something solid I can lean on while everything inside me unravels.
I force myself upright, drawing in a careful breath. “Sorry... I don’t know why that happened.”
Looking down is a mistake. Bile rises into my throat, and I blurt out. “I would have shot him. Killed him if Anna hadn’t.”
Saying it out loud makes it real in a way I wasn’t ready for.
Aiden closes the distance, lifting me into his arms, knowing I’m about to fall apart if he doesn’t. “If she hadn’t, I would have. He didn’t deserve to live. I wasn’t about to give him a chance to carry through on his plans.”
The certainty in that should unsettle me. Instead, it steadies something just enough that I can breathe again.
My body feels heavy as I lean my head against his shoulder. “You heard that?”
“Yes.” His voice is low, rough around the edges as he marches us through the penthouse to the room I use when I’m here. “Sometimes, the only way to stop evil from spreading is to snuff it out. Death can be the best solution.”
Those words don’t shock me. It’s the truth. The men Rurik shot deserved what they got. Their deaths made the world a safer place.
Marvin’s death still gives me nightmares, but I’d do it again. He was an evil man whose sole intention was to spread more. Men like him don’t change. They don’t stop. They keep hunting until someone ends it for them. No one mourned his death. Not even his twin, Marty.
We walk into the dark ensuite bathroom, and I’m deposited on the vanity before Aiden flips on the light. Mirrors line the wall, reflecting into the one behind me. I’m now surrounded by my own gruesome image.
The woman staring back at me is unrecognizable. I don’t know her. Her eyes are hollow, almost dead. Like something inside her shut off and hasn’t come back on yet. She’s on the verge of having a mental breakdown. Unsure how to stop it.
Aiden steps in front of me, blocking my view. “Arms up.”
My body obeys automatically. The fabric peels away. The once white tank is now stained with bright red blood. Once he has removed it, he tosses it in the bin next to the toilet.
“That’s the trash bin,” I tell him quietly. “The hamper’s over there.”
“Everything with that fucker’s blood on it goes in the bin.” Aiden kneels, working my shoes off with careful hands.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind him, and my stomach tightens.
“I’m covered in his blood,” I say, staring. “Does that mean you’re tossing me out too?”
He chucks my shoes and socks into the bin, then straightens and leans in, bracing his hands on either side of me. The heat of his breath against my skin makes me shiver, even though I shouldn’t feel anything except cold.
“You’re the only thing worth saving.” His tone is unwavering. “I’m going to scrub you clean. Wash away every trace of him. Then I’ll worship you like the goddess you are. When I’m done, my scent is the only one that will remain. It will be everywhere, inside and out.”
“Promise?” I whisper, not completely sure he can do that, but more than willing to let him try.
His hands settle on my waist, lifting me with ease before setting me back on my feet. Getting on his knees again, he works my pants free with practiced ease, tossing them in with the other blood-stained clothes.
“You doubt me?” His gaze darkens as his fingers catch the thin fabric of my knickers, the fabric giving with a sharp snap. “Get in the shower while I undress. These go too.”
“What will you wear after we’re all clean?” I ask, stepping into the stream of warm water I didn’t even realize he’d turned on. Tilting my head back, I let the water rinse the blood from my skin.
His gun hits the vanity with a subdued clatter before the answer comes in a low growl. “You.”
A slow, familiar warmth spreads through my chest and lower. My girly bits tingle with anticipation of what’s coming. It chases away the lingering cold.
When I reach for the bar of soap, he stops me. “That’s my job.”
Calloused hands roam over me with surprising care. Starting at my scalp, he works in the soap, slow and thorough, making sure nothing is missed, before trailing lower. The pace never rushes; each touch deliberate as he follows every curve like he’s mapping me out.
When he reaches my breasts, time seems to slow, and all I can focus on is him. Working them to hard points before moving on. His touch shifts as he works his hands down each arm, massaging the tension from sore muscles, making sure not to miss a spot.
The water carries everything away. I watch it disappear. Red suds circle the drain until they fade to nothing, like they were never there at all.
He steps up behind me, close enough that I feel him before he touches me again, reaching between my legs. “Let’s make sure this part of you is thoroughly clean.”
One hand presses against my belly, steadying me, while the other moves lower, careful at first. The touch shifts slowly, becoming something else, something that makes it harder to breathe.
“Yes,” I moan, leaning back into him. “Stop toying with me.”
His breath brushes my skin, followed by the faint press of his teeth to my neck. “You like that.”
The bar of soap hits the shower floor with a bang, surprising me. I startle for only a second but forget about that when his middle finger circles my clit, encouraging it to swell and become more sensitive to each beautiful stroke.
His erection at my back is impossible to ignore.
It settles above the seam of my arse. Nobody’s ever taken me there.
Not something I’ve thought about, not until this moment.
But the thought of him there, of letting him have that part of me where no one else has been, sends something sharp and electric through me.
I may never want him to do it again, but right now this is what I want.
“Aiden.” I press back into him, trusting him to understand what I can’t get myself to say out loud.
“What is it you want, princess?” He lowers his body and lets the length of him slip between my arse cheeks. “Tell me. Say the words.”
Arsehole.
Swallowing back my fear, I take a deep breath and bravely say, “Fuck my arse. I want you to fuck my arse with that big, beautiful cock of yours. Please?”
His cock twitches as he leans forward and nips at my neck again. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I fall forward, pressing my palms against the tile wall. “You said you wanted to put your scent inside every inch of me. Start there.”
His grip tightens at my hips, firm enough that I know I’ll wear a bruise.
“I’ll need lube.” His tone steady, all the intensity reined in just enough. “I’m not taking your arse without it. Do you have any?”
I shake my head in disappointment.
“What about in the kitchen?” Aiden slides a finger inside me and strokes that deep spot that always weakens my knees. “Coconut oil, maybe?”
“Not sure.” Words are hard to form when he plays with me like this. “Maybe. Go check.”
He slaps my arse before slipping his finger free. “Dry off while I check. Then on your bed, on all fours. I want your arse up in the air and ready when I come back.”
“Yes, sir.” The response leaves me before I can think better of it, soft but certain.
For a second, I wonder why it felt so natural to say. Realizing that’s because I like how it sounds.
He swats my arse again, the sound sharp in the small space. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me sir. Now hurry up.”
Once he’s stepped out of the shower, I reach for my shampoo and conditioner and rewash my hair.
After turning off the water, I step out. The air feels fresh against my skin, more settling now. I grab a towel and dry myself quickly, the simple act helps keep my mind stay in the present.
When I look up, the reflection in the mirror has changed. The woman looking back doesn’t look so lost. She’s not entirely herself yet, still fragmented, but glimpses of her old self are beginning to emerge.
I toss my towel on the floor and rush out of the bathroom, barely making it to the bed before Aiden returns. My arse is in the air like he asked, and I make sure it’s aimed right at the door so he sees just how wet I am for him.
The door opens seconds later. “Fuck, you look gorgeous.”
I wiggle my arse and giggle, hoping that hides how nervous I’ve suddenly become now that this could really happen.
Aiden steps up behind me, dropping a jar of unopened coconut oil on the bed. “You sure about this?”
Am I?
He grabs my arse as a soft moan slips out, and he squeezes. “I’m not about to take you here unless you’re absolutely certain it’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” I drop my head to the bed, making my arse lift higher. “I think.”
He pauses behind me, not moving away, not pressing harder. He waits. Giving me the chance to stop him if I need to.
Unscrewing the jar, he dips his fingers inside, gathers what he needs, then coats the oil over my forbidden hole. The tip of one of his thick fingers slides inside easily, and I try not to whimper at the invasion.
It’s unfamiliar. Strange in a way that makes me tense before I can stop it.
Not bad. Just… not what I expected.
A low chuckle comes from behind me as he slides it free, the tension breaking just enough, before his hand lands in a quick, playful tap.
“That’s not happening,” he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Not now. Maybe later, if you still want. But we’ll do it properly. Might need to get us a few toys to play with first.”
“Toys?” I glance behind me and blink several times. “You want to shove a dildo up my arse?”
“Not exactly.” He takes the jar with him as he heads back into the bathroom. A beat later, water starts running, before he hollers. “More like a butt plug that vibrates and helps stretch you out. We can start small and work our way up.”
He peeks around the doorframe and grins, likely because I’m still on all fours gaping at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Or not. I don’t need to fuck your arse, princess. Your mouth and pussy do the job just fine.”
He walks out drying his hands on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.
The sight of him makes my mouth water. When my eyes travel to his cock, I wince and clench my arse cheeks. I can’t believe I thought it would be fun letting him ram that thing inside that hole. I’d be walking funny for days. It’s already a challenge taking him in the fanny where it belongs.
“Speaking of your mouth,” he struts up to me, wraps his fist around my hair, and drags the tip of his cock along my lips. “You wet for me, princess? Want to suck my cock like a good girl while I spank your arse.”
After licking my lips, I nod. “But only if you promise to eat me out while doing both.”
Pre-cum beads from his cock and I dart out my tongue for a taste, earning a hard smack on my bare arse. “Get up. If we’re doing this, then you’re using my face as your throne. I want you to come all over it while I fill your dirty mouth.”
I shift, giving him room to climb onto the bed. The moment he settles, his hands find my waist, dragging me to where he wants me. He doesn’t even give me time to think before his mouth is on my pussy, working me up. I almost forget I’m supposed to be sucking on his cock until he smacks my arse.
It doesn’t take long. In just a few minutes we’re both coming and swallowing. I love how he tastes on my tongue. It may be my favorite new flavor.
I should’ve known that he wouldn’t stop there. As soon as he stops pulsing in my mouth, he flips me over onto my back, shifts around so his face is now above mine, and then kisses me like he can’t stop himself.
Okay, I lied. This is my new favorite flavor. The taste of us blending together.
Aiden must agree. “Yum. Now buckle up, babe. I plan to fuck you so hard that when I’m done neither of us will remember what day it is.”
His cock slips inside and I moan. Why does it always feel so good when this man takes me? It’s never been like that before.
As he moves his hips, his cock slides along my quivering walls, igniting a blazing fire inside me. It sets my body ablaze, and waves of intense pleasure surge through me, flooding my senses. Nothing in the world exists right now but us.
We do this for hours.
Taking a few breaks to catch our breath. Sometimes it’s fast and furious. Others are slow and gentle. I’m not sure what I like better. They’re both so bloody damn good that I never want to leave this room.
A soft kiss lands on my shoulder as he slips in from behind after a quick nap. “One more time.”
“One more time,” I repeat.
“I love you.” He whispers in my ear.
I moan when he hits the right spot. “Love you too.”
“You’re only saying that cause I’m deep inside you, rocking your fucking world.” He nips my earlobe.
“Maybe,” I roll my hips. “Maybe not.”
He pinches my clit and my breath catches in my throat as I come fast and hard. Then he slowly rubs against it to bring me back down while he holds back his. “I love it when you do that.”
“I love it when you make me do that.”
“Maybe I should make you do that every day for the rest of our lives.” He grabs my leg, then shifts it to give himself more room to maneuver.
“Maybe you should,” I tease, not about to object when he’s making me feel amazing.
“Glad you agree.” He picks up the pace but then stops, holding us both on the brink of falling. “Marry me.”
“Only if you let me come.” I pant with the need for release coursing through my body.
He smacks my arse. “Say yes and I’ll let us both come.”
There’s only one way to answer him. “Yes.”
And, like he promised, as soon as the word falls from my lips, he does one of his signature moves. We come so hard I’m pretty sure we start floating and don’t return to our bodies until long after midnight.