“What the fuck are you playing at?”
Now I’m the one in a temper.
I don’t think even the blood has stopped her. I reach out and grab Isabella, gripping her ponytail roughly so she can’t move.
I tug her hair until she’s down on her knees, staring up at me with fear in her eyes.
Good, she’s fucked me up. I want her to feel that way.
“Stay there,” I cry out gravely as I fix my nose with a crack.
Yeah, I’m used to this shit.
This isn’t my first time.
My nose has been through alotover the years.
“You can not just fuck around like that, Isabella. You don’t know what you’re toying with.”
She says nothing, but she swallows hard, nodding.
“Remove your shoe laces,” I demand, because she’s made my head spin.
This isn’t the exercise we came out here to do, but this is what’s happening now. No doubt about it.
Ihaveto take advantage of this dark look in her eyes. I need to know what it means and where it’ll lead us.
“I won’t,” she bites back, spitting out her words with sheer venom.
Does she know that she’s driving me wild with that attitude?
The more she resists me, the harder I get.
“Ow, fuck.”
My hold is painful.
Sheknowsthis is going to be a punishment.
“It’ll keep on hurting if you don’t do as I say. Get those shoe laces off.”
She grumbles petulantly as she pulls the laces out of her trainers, but that makes my smile wider.
Fuck she really does drive me wild.
Once I have the laces in my hand, I push Isabella up by the nearest tree.
With military precision, I tie a tight knot on one hand, then pull her up to a branch and put the laces through to the other side to finish the knot. She’s exposed to me, hanging there, her feet are flat on the ground but barely.
“What a sight.”
I run my eyes appreciatively over her before shredding the clothing from her.
Bit by bit, I rip the material, pressing it hard against her skin as I tear it. Every pinch, every rip, it darkens that hooded look in her eyes.
“You really are a naughty girl,” I drawl. “I don’t know how else to keep you in check but to fucking make you bleed.”
She gasps, her eyes widen with lust.
Her naked, flushed body makes me rock hard.
I cannevercontrol myself around her.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, I wouldn’t need to lash out at you.” Her eyes focus on my nose as she speaks. “Do you ever think thatyoumight be the problem.”
I smirk as I yank her underwear so hard it tears. Cotton wasn’t ever going to protect her from me, was it? I think that’s why she chose it.
“I don’t know why you always thinkyourrules are the right ones,” she continues, still sassing me even withnoneof the power in her hands. “Just because you’re an old man.”
Ah here we go again. The ‘old man’ jibes.
Shelovesgetting a reaction from me with that one.
Well, let’s see if she loves this.
I screw her panties up in my hand and smirk at her. “I think it’s time you shut up, don’t you?”
Before she can even give me an answer, I push the ball of cotton into her mouth, watching her face change as she tastes herself.
Iknowshe tastes delicious, so this is definitely a treat for her.
“You are fucking crazy.” I run my fingers through her hair, pulling out the ponytail. “That’s why I need to keep on punishing you.”
I love the way she bucks and writhes as I caress her body.
I amsoready to devour her, but I need to see her lose her mind first.
There’s nothing sexier than watching this woman go crazy.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” I growl. “You are such a sexy little minx.”
She grumbles something back, but I can’t hear her with the material in her mouth.
“I might even go as far as to call you a sexy little slut.”
The derogatory word makes her weak at the fucking knees.
“Whore,” I whisper in her ear before nipping at her skin.
God damn it, does she have to be so delicious? How will I ever give her up?
“You’re a dirty girl, and I’m about to make you a whole lot dirtier.”
Seeing her naked skin flushed in the bright sunlight, still covered in bites and welts. KnowingI’mthe one who stained her skin, who claimed her as my own, is painfully hot.
I bite down on my bottom lip hard, but can’t let the groan of delight out.
I step back and watch her eyes fly downwards to my rock hard cock, which I’ve pulled out. Her pupils darken as I run my hand all over myself.
“I know you want to run your hands all over me, every inch of my skin… But Isabella, you’re not allowed to touch me.”
She struggles against her binds, but those knots are tied with military precision.
She isn’t going anywhere.
I pump my fist hard and fast, trying not to lose my shit just at the mere fucking sight of her.
Not the easiest thing to do when she looks like that. God damn it, she’s a dream come true.
“My own little slut,” I murmur. “My own little plaything, that’s what you are, Isabella.”
But I know I need to taste her, to feel her, to fuck her.
The need throbs and vibrates all the way through me. I don’t even know if my feet are touching the floor anymore. I’m close to the top of the mountain, about to tumble over the fucking edge at any given moment.
Bleep, bleep.
“Fuck.”
What is that?
My God damn cell phone.
Notnow.
But I spot the name on the screen and I know this is something I can’t ignore, even if I’m on the knife edge of desire. This is serious shit… the rest of the world is coming for me, whether I want it or not.
Vincenzo Lucchese.
Meet me tomorrow, Dominic. At the office. Or I’ll send people after you.
Fuck.
There’s no avoiding him anymore. I can’t get away with this any longer.
I don’t know how I’m going to handle it, but I don’t even want to think about this right now. Not when Isabella is tempting me like that.
It’s easy to push Vincenzo out of my mind.
It’s easy to forget all my issues actually.
Right now all I care about is her.
I have to devour her, right away.
No more distractions.