Chapter 87
Sebastian barely glanced at her when they returned home. “Have you moved your things into my room yet?”
Isabella shook her head, her skin pricking with awareness. “No.”
His lips curled. “I expect to see your things in my room before morning.”
She swallowed hard. That was the extent of their conversation that night.
* * * *
Isabella woke up the next morning in Sebastian’s bed, her things moved from her guest room. He lay next to her on his side, one arm draped over her waist.
She couldn’t help how her body reacted. Heat flooded between her thighs, and she clamped her legs together to try and stop it. He looked different in sleep-softer, warmer. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, kiss him awake.
She almost gave into the urge when his phone rang, shattering the moment.
Sebastian woke up with a jerk, immediately getting out of bed and heading for the shower. She heard the hiss of the water start and took a deep breath. What the fuck was she going to do?
This man made her feel things that terrified her.
Desire.
Possessiveness.
Lust.
She wanted to strip off her dress and follow him into the shower-to see if his body was as hard as she imagined it. To see if he would push her against the tile wall and fuck her senseless.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They were supposed to have a business relationship. A transactional arrangement.
But now…
She felt like she was drowning in the desire he created in her.
With a sigh, Isabella got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. Her fingers trembled as she put on mascara. It took twice as long as usual because she couldn’t focus on anything but him.
She knew she had to get out of here before he came back, or she would do something stupid-like crawl back into bed and demand he fuck her.
The thought sent a dark thrill through her veins as she finished her makeup and headed downstairs to find the butler waiting for her. “Mr. Wolfe wishes you to join him in his office.”
She nodded stiffly, following him through the dark hallway. The door was slightly ajar when they got there. She slipped inside, her skin prickling with awareness. He sat behind his desk, staring at something on his phone.
The door clicked closed behind her, and he looked up. “How did you sleep?”
Isabella swallowed hard as he walked over to her. His eyes burned darkly. “You look like you were waiting for me to come back to bed.”
She sucked in a breath. “I wasn’t.”
He tsked. “Lying already, Isabella?”
Her lips parted, and then she closed them with a snap. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t fall for him. This was only a business transaction.
But when his finger traced down her throat, she forgot everything but the fact that she wanted him.
More than she had ever wanted anyone else.
He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear. “I should punish you for lying to me, Isabella.”
Her breath hitched, her nipples tightening under her dress. What the hell was happening to her? “I wasn’t lying.”
His finger trailed lower, dipping under the edge of the fabric and tracing her nipple. “Yes, you were. And now you have to pay the price.”
The words were a whispered promise against her skin, and something deep and dark stirred inside of her. He wanted her. Not just as a trophy to display beside him, but as a woman. And she wanted him just as bad.
He lifted his head, staring at her for a long second.
And then he stepped back. “That’s all, Isabella. I have work to do. I don’t expect you to interrupt me unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
Her breath came out in a harsh gasp as he turned away. What the hell just happened?
Had he really just… teased her?
The idea sent a spark of anger through her chest, and she turned to leave. This was bullshit. She wasn’t going to play this game.
Sebastian’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Isabella.”
“Yes?”
“You forgot something.”
She turned around, her heart thudding in her ears. “What’s that?”
He smirked, his eyes burning darkly. “To call me Mr. Wolfe.”
* * * *
She didn’t see Sebastian that night. The butler served dinner in her room, and she barely even tasted the food. Her body ached for him, and she could barely concentrate on anything but the way he had touched her earlier.
By the time she fell asleep, she was wet and aching for him.
When she woke up the next morning, he was gone.
* * * *
That became the pattern for the next few weeks. Sebastian would touch her in dark ways, promise her things that he never followed through with, and leave her burning with desire.
She tried to focus on her work, but the only thing she wanted to think about was him.
And now…
Now, she was starting to realize that she had fallen for him-hard.
Sebastian
Wolfe was going to break her, and she still didn’t know what she was going to do to stop him.
* * * *
The next evening, she found a box waiting for her on her pillow. She opened it slowly, her breath catching as she found a pair of diamond earrings inside.
She hadn’t asked for these. She hadn’t wanted jewelry.
But somehow, Sebastian knew she loved diamonds.
Her fingers traced over the cold gemstones, and something warm burned in her chest. What did this mean?
Her skin prickled with awareness as she heard his footsteps outside her door. She barely even had time to set the earrings down before he appeared in her doorway.
He looked so good in his dark suit and crisp shirt. Why did he have to be so good looking?
“Thank you for the earrings,” she said softly.
“You deserve only the best.” His voice was rough. “You’re my wife now, Isabella.”
There was something in his voice that gave her pause-something like longing. Something like need. She bit back a gasp, taking a step toward him.
He stared at her like he was starving, but he made no move to touch her.
She finally broke the silence. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Her heart slammed in her ears as he shook his head. “Not yet, Isabella.”
“But why?” The question came out a whisper.
Sebastian took a step toward her, his lips inches from hers. “Because I want you too much to stop at just a kiss.”
His words sent a thrill through her, her blood heating to a boil. She wanted him just as bad. So why were they torturing each other?
He looked at her with an intensity she couldn’t handle. “I want to do a lot more than kiss you, Isabella.” His mouth brushed against her ear. “Do you want me to show you?”
The question sent a dark shiver through her. No, she didn’t want him to show her anything. She didn’t want to let him into her heart.
But it was already too late for that.
“Yes,” she breathed.
* * * *
Sebastian
I want to kiss her.
No, that’s not true.
I want to fuck her.
I want her screaming my name and begging for more.
I want her on her knees, swallowing my cock.
I want everything, and I want it now.
Sebastian clenched his hands at his sides as he stood outside Isabella’s room. He knew he shouldn’t touch her. Not now, not ever. But he couldn’t help himself.
He wanted her.
More than he had ever wanted a woman before.
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He turned and walked down the hallway, ignoring the dark voice in his head that told him he was a fool for trying to fight this attraction. That told him he should just take what he wanted and move on.
He didn’t go home that night. He stayed at the office until the sun rose the next morning. But the thought of her still lingered in the back of his mind.
It would be so easy to slip into her room and take what he wanted. To have her on her back screaming his name and begging him for more. To feel her wet heat wrapped around his cock. To make her do whatever he wanted.
He clenched his hand around his phone and ignored the voice in his head telling him to call her. To ask her if she was thinking of him.
By the time he got home that evening, he felt like he was about to crack.
Isabella stood waiting for him in the hallway, her chest rising and falling with every breath. He felt that darkness inside of him stir again-the beast that had been chained up for so long.
The need to own.
The need to take.
He’d told himself he didn’t need that anymore-that he was above it. But now…
Now, he wasn’t sure. Now, all he wanted to do was drag her down the hall to his room and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
Her lips parted as he walked closer. “Sebastian.”
He stopped in front of her, his fingers itching to trace down her curves. “What do you want?” he bit out.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I… I just want to talk.”
“About what?”
“I just…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing. “I just want you to talk to me.”
He felt that dark need twist in his chest. He could give her whatever she wanted-right now. He could take her to her knees and make her beg for him. But… she wasn’t like other women.