Chapter 14
Denise
It’s the night of bombshells from Isaac. First, he confesses he’s had feelings for me for years, only to follow it up with another round of coercion.
It’s pretty clear what he means by play dirty. Isaac knows Matt has a prior record. He knows Matt might go to prison if he files a new theft report against him. And he knows I would try hard to protect Matt.
So much for thinking Isaac was back to being a nice guy. So much for thinking I could hold on to my last bit of self-respect instead of giving in to more of his dirty demands.
I clench my teeth. “What do you want this time? You want me to get naked again? Suck you again?”
The third option that flashes through my mind is too filthy to say out loud.
“This is what I want for now.”
He grasps my waist and pulls me close again, lowering his face to mine. I turn my head and push against his chest.
“Isaac—”
His lips brush my jaw. I suck in a sharp breath and then another when he kisses a little closer to my lips. My eyes drift shut, inner conflict making me tense.
I’m mad at him.
I don’t want this.
But when his lips feather the corner of my mouth, my anger gives way to temptation for a split second and I turn my face to meet his, then pull away.
My resistance doesn’t deter him. He cups the side of my head, turning and lifting my face to accept his kiss.
I stiffen and pull back but he follows, pressing his lips more firmly to mine, his grip tightening on my waist.
Isaac breaks the kiss, only for a moment before he covers my lips with his again. He keeps doing this, weakening my hold on my outrage until I let go, until I’m lifting my face to his, craving his next attack.
Trapped between him and the counter, I completely surrender to him. I stop pushing against his chest, and coil my arms around his neck instead. My lips part for him to deepen the kiss.
Isaac groans into my mouth and holds me tight as if he wants to fuse our bodies together. He kisses me harder, like he’s been denied for too long, knows this opportunity won’t last long, and is making it count.
Then he pulls away, trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I gasp when he yanks aside my tank top’s strap like he wants to tear it and shudder as he continues pressing hungry kisses along my naked shoulder.
It’s shameful that his aggression turns me on, that the touch of his lips and the gentle scratch of his stubble against my skin creates a tightening, pulsing sensation between my thighs. My head is buzzing, my heart is racing, heat spreads throughout my body.
In a way, this moment feels inevitable. The complicated feelings I’ve always had for Isaac, the ones I would ignore or explain away as admiration makes a lot more sense too. It wasn’t admiration. Or, at least, it wasn’t that alone. It was attraction as well.
But acting on it is wrong.
We need to stop this right now.
I break the kiss, squirming in his embrace while pushing against him. We need distance between us so this doesn’t go further than it should.
“You got what you wanted. Now let me go.”
His tight hold on me doesn’t slacken. He presses his forehead to mine, our heavy breathing mixing together.
“I want more than that.”
I stiffen. “Why am I not surprised you’re moving the goalposts? It’s what you did yesterday.” I pause, my face growing warm as I force myself to say the rest. “I’m not going to fuck you if that’s what you’re after.”
“I didn’t mean sex.” He straightens, his gaze heated. “Although, I wouldn’t mind that too.” His erection pressing against my stomach certainly proves that.
“Then what is it? What more do you want from me?”
“For you to say out loud that you want me.”
I open my mouth, then close it, looking away.
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Because it’s true?”
“It’s not. I love Matt.”
Oh god. The words sound so hollow.
Isaac cups my cheek, turning my face so our gazes meet again.
“If that’s the case, you would’ve just said what I wanted to hear without meaning it. You would’ve lied. Like you’re doing now.” He tilts my face up as he leans in. “But I’m going to make you admit the truth, Denise.”
His lips brush mine and I twist my head to the side. But that gives him access to my neck, and he takes advantage, pressing kisses to the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shudder, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping me. He drags his lips to mine again, his kiss demanding, and I give in.
A low growl rumbles through his chest, filling my mouth, the sound incredibly arousing. He pulls me away from the counter and lifts me, coiling my legs around his hips. I should tell him to put me down, but his erection is pressed right where I need it.
Isaac carries me from the kitchen to my bed, laying me on it, pressing me into the mattress with his body. He ruts himself between my legs as he sucks my neck. I gasp and lift my hips, trembling as heat and intense need builds where his hardness grinds into me.
This is going too far. Isaac and I are speed-running toward a terrible decision of epic proportions. But Isaac’s touch and kisses has been weakening my willpower since he showed up in the basement. It’s practically non-existent now. I was right to call him a demon who wanted to possess me.
He shifts his body to lie beside me, making an appreciative sound as he runs his hand along my waist and hip.
“You feel amazing,” he murmurs, then he nuzzles my neck and inhales my skin. “And you always smell so good.”
I’m glowing on the inside at his words. When he palms my breast and squeezes me, I moan and arch into his hand, welcoming his touch and his kiss as he fondles me.
Isaac swipes his thumb over my nipple through my tank top, then slides his hand to my sternum and caresses it. He moves his touch lower, his descent slow and purposeful, his intentions clear. My body tense, my stomach quivers in shameful anticipation.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I letting this happen?
Lust has my morals tied up and locked away in a dark dungeon, that’s why. So I don’t protest or resist like I should when Isaac eases his fingers into my shorts and under the waistband of my panties.
He glides his fingers over my mound, pushing them deeper to stroke my pussy.
“I’m confused, Denise,” he says, his voice teasing. “You say you don’t want me, yet you’re so wet for me.”
I blush. “A biological reaction doesn’t mean any—”
Isaac slips one of his fingers into me, swallowing my startled gasp with a kiss. My body trembles from the intrusion, my walls squeezing around it as he pushes it deeper into me. His finger retreats, then is pumped back into me, and I moan, ashamed that something so wrong could feel so good.
We both groan as he slowly pushes a second finger into me, my slickness easing his entry. The added stretch is delicious, and my pussy tightens from the sweet stimulation.
I cling to him, moaning as he fucks me with his fingers. Yesterday, I had a part of Isaac in my mouth. Today, a part of him is inside my pussy, sliding in and out, the subtle, filthy sound of my wetness reaching my ears.
“You have a boyfriend, Denise,” Isaac growls. “But here you are, enjoying another man’s fingers inside you, fucking you. That’s why you should admit you want me. Why be a bad girlfriend to Matt when you could be a good girl for me?”
It’s fucked up. Even though Isaac’s taunting reminder I’m cheating on Matt fills me with shame, it turns me on even more.
“It’s your fault I’m a bad girlfriend,” I pant out. He implied he’d call the cops on Matt if I didn’t give him what he wanted, and then he trapped me with lust.
“Oh, so I should stop?” he says, pausing his movements.
My body strains with frustration, my pussy clenching around his fingers still buried inside me, desperate for him to continue what he was doing. God. He’s such an asshole to make me say the words.
“No… don’t stop…”
I want to slap the smirk off his face, but I’m distracted when he pulls his fingers out of me and strokes my clit. I whimper and press myself to his hand, more breathy moans falling from my lips.
Intimate moments with Isaac are always so much better than with Matt. My boyfriend never remembers my clit exists on his own, and the times I try to get him to pay attention to it has always resulted in great frustration and disappointment.
Meanwhile, with just his fingers, Isaac masterfully speeds me toward an orgasm by applying just the right pressure and rhythm to heighten my pleasure. I’m shaking hard, my breathing heavy and quick, my body straining for release. Then it hits and I go rigid.
“Oh god… Isaac… oh…”
Bliss floods my mind and body, tingling warmth spreading out from where Isaac’s touching me. He presses down on my clit and that extra pressure intensifies the sweet, pulsing sensation.
Holy shit.
Isaac gave me the hardest come I’ve ever had.
He climbs on top of me again and gives me another deep kiss that I readily return.
“I loved hearing you moan my name,” he says softly. “It makes me desperate to be inside you.” He presses himself between my legs, his hardness prominent through his pants. “Do you want that? Do you want me, Denise?”
I’m breathing hard, and it’s not just from my orgasm. There’s only one moral and appropriate answer to his question, but in this moment, it’s not what I want to say. I slide my arms around him, lift my hips to meet his, and part my lips to speak.
Then the basement door opens.