Chapter Thirteen
Isabella’s POV
Since the minor attack, Mikhail had been extra careful around me. No strange sound or occurrence escaped his notice. I couldn’t help but feel a bit valued, like we weren’t just attracted to each other’s bodies. His looks were longer, and his kisses were softer.
At the same time, he was more tense. His fuse seemed to have gotten even shorter. Every hiccup with his men pissed him off. Every unanswered question from me drove him wild.
Yet, a tiny fiber of me couldn’t stop chalking it all up to him being worried for me. I couldn’t shake the possibility of him worrying about me being in harm’s way.
The issue was that these assumptions softened me a little.
But, of course, they weren’t strong enough to deter me from my plans.
Maybe they made it a teeny weeny bit harder.
I couldn’t deny it. The thought of ruining Mikhail didn’t always feel good.
In fact, there were times when I wondered if I would go through with the plan, after all.
It was going deeper than attraction; I just didn’t know what it was yet.
I won’t be stopped, no matter what.
This was the conclusion I came to as I waited by the edge of the tub for the water to get to the perfect temperature. A warm bath was exactly what I needed as I sorted through my feelings.
A sound from the bathroom door startled me, and I turned my head towards it instantly, alert.
“Oh, there you are,” Mikhail remarked, a playful smirk on his face.
Seeing the intruder was none other than Mikhail didn’t make me lower my guard. I was practically naked, after all. While he was barefoot in black trousers and a slightly crinkled white shirt with rolled-up sleeves.
I stood, dragging the ends of my white silk robe closer to my body.
His gaze was steady and appreciative, like that of someone who’d just landed himself an exotic view.
“You didn’t think to knock?”
He shook his head, approaching the bathtub slowly.
“I lock doors I don’t intend to grant entry into. And this is our bathroom.”
I was about to answer him when he continued.
“I would apologize, but that would be disingenuous of me. Considering that when I got back and didn’t find you in the living room, a part of me imagined finding you here in the bathroom. Almost naked, just like this.”
“Well, now your fantasy has become reality. Congrats. Could you please step out?” I requested, looking up at him from where I stood just a few inches away.
“How do you think that fantasy of mine played out?” he inquired, his smirk turning into a teasing smile. “I’ll tell you. It ended with a very, very intimate moment. With me giving you consecutive orgasms and making the bathroom echo your moans of my name.”
I swallowed, trying so hard to fight off the effect of his words on me. He moved closer until he was standing right in front of me.
“What do you think of that?”
“I think you should leave,” I told him, half-pleading, half-demanding.
He was silent for a second, and I almost thought he wouldn’t. But his eyes, sweeping over me, said otherwise.
“Isabella, your body says anything but that,” he challenged, gently dropping my hands from my bathrobe. “Your nipples poking at your robe, the hitch in your breath, and-”, his fingers suddenly touched my slit, making me gasp, “the slick wetness between your legs; it all says differently.”
Without looking away, he licked his moist fingers before going on. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know that you want me as much as I want you. Because I want you badly, with no reservations whatsoever.”
He leaned down and landed a kiss on my lips. “Isabella, I want you always. I can’t ever get enough of you.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest as his words made me hunger for his touch. For him to make good on the words spilling out of his mouth.
He gently pushed the soft material of the bathrobe off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the tiles.
“Don’t hide from me,” he crooned, his gaze still on my face as he held my wrists again, stopping them from touching my body. “You’re beautiful. More than anything I’ve ever touched in my damned life.”
I sighed, my eyes lost in his. Then his eyes went lower, and lower, slowly sliding back up again.
“I’ve never seen all of you like this before.”
“We’ve made love how many times?” I asked, chuckling.
“Even then, I never get to see you completely. I only get glimpses of different parts of you. You’re always quick to cover yourself up after,” he pointed out.
“Right,” I muttered for lack of a better response.
“Baby, I’ll undress if it makes you less uncomfortable.”
“Baby?” I repeated.
“I guess my heart went ahead and spoke for me,” he said, shrugging.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, and as I stood there, my gaze meeting his, he stripped until his hard length was pointing towards his hard stomach.
In a heartbeat, his body collided with mine as he kissed me senseless.
His tongue impatiently swiped my lower lip, and I eagerly opened for him, deepening the kiss.
The feel of his hard dick rubbing against me turned me on, and I moaned into the kiss, unable to hold back.
His hands squeezed my ass and, suddenly, I was no longer on the floor.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into the shower.
My feet touched the floor again as the kiss continued, our hands grabbing and groping with increasing hunger.
He eventually broke the kiss, and I didn’t need to be told what would come next as he sank to his knees in front of me.
“Hold on to me,” he instructed, and I held on to his shoulders.
He lifted my left leg and hung it around his shoulder as he peppered kisses up my inner thighs.
My breaths became heavier the closer he got to my core.
I gasped when his tongue licked along my slit.
He repeated the motion until I was practically squeezing his shoulder in pained anticipation.
Then he started sucking, and I lost my mind as his mouth reached depths that I never knew about.
His tongue went in and out of my pussy, and I knew I would be soaking wet in the blink of an eye.
Mikhail held on to my waist, holding me in place as he sucked and licked.
My body shuddered as I reached my climax, my moans ricocheting in the glass enclosure.
I entwined my right hand in his hair and tugged at the roots as I came in an exhilarated rush.
He had a lustful smile plastered to his face as he released my leg and rose from his former position.
On shaky legs, I rose to my tiptoes and kissed him, eyes closed. His hands held my body against his as he took control of the kiss. I started moving until he was the one leaning against the glass. Then I broke the kiss and went down on my knees.
The surprise and desire in his eyes as I looked up to gaze at him made me suddenly unsure. I sighed, looking down as I brought my hand to his taut thighs.
“Baby, if you’re not sure, we can…”
“You’re going to make that my new name, aren’t you?” I interrupted, chuckling in spite of myself.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I’m sure. I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Just that… I’ve never…”
“You… really?”
I nodded. “So, I might not be able to swallow or…”
“It’s fine. I don’t need you to do anything just for my pleasure. The mere sight of you like this in front of me is enough to make me cum, I assure you. So, just… move however you feel. I could guide you if need be,” he assured, his voice level.
“Okay,” I breathed, releasing another emboldening sigh.
Mikhail visibly sucked in a breath when I grabbed his thick, hard dick. His reaction spurred me on, and I fisted him from the root and swiped down to his tip, earning a hiss from him. I kept moving my hands from his root to tip, my speed increasing.
“Fuck!” he groaned when I swirled my tongue around his tip.
I had no hesitation in me as I took him inside my mouth, and he let out a guttural moan. I released him before taking him in my mouth again, unable to get his root. I started moving against his length, still fisting him at the root with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other.
“Keep sucking my dick like that. Fuck! You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
Encouraged by his words as he threw his head back and held my head gently, I started moving faster, sucking him harder.
“Damn!” he cursed when I deep-throated him and gagged, my eyes stinging.
It didn’t take long until his dick spasmed in my mouth, and I tasted a bit of precum.
“Isabella, I…” he heaved, his eyes on me.
I nodded a fraction, continuing to suck and fist. He spurted hotly into my mouth, and I didn’t have to pause to think before I was swallowing every last drop.
It just felt right. I wanted to give him all the pleasure I could.
Maybe it was because I was sure he gave himself over to pleasuring me, that he placed my pleasure above his.