The tension snapped like a wire, and I crushed my mouth to hers, rough and hungry, biting her lip. She moaned into thekiss, not pulling away. She kissed back like she wanted to devour me. Her hands fisted in my shirt, tearing at the buttons.
"Asshole," she muttered against my lips, but her tongue tangled with mine, wet and desperate.
I ripped her robe open, exposing her lace bra. "Shut up," I growled, shoving the bra down and palming her tits, pinching her nipples until she gasped. She slapped my hand away, but then yanked my belt open.
"Yeah? Do it then." I spun her around, slamming her front against the wall, yanking her skirt up over her ass. No panties, goddamn, she was soaked already. I shoved two fingers into her pussy, thrusting deep.
She cried out, pushing back. "Harder, you prick,"
I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my cock, slamming into her from behind in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her wall gripping me like a vice. "That's it," I grunted, pounding into her, my hands on her hips, pulling her back onto me.
We crashed to the floor somehow, her on top now, riding me wild. "I hate you," she moaned, grinding her clit against me, her tit's bouncing as she fucked me harder.
"Hate me all you want," I said, flipping us so I was on top, thrusting deep and fast. "But you're mine." I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, my other hand rubbing her clit in rough circles.
She bucked under me, cursing. "Fuck... Mikhail...don't stop."
Our bodies slapped together, and sweat slicked our skin, and moans mixed with growls. "You feel so good," I rasped, biting her neck. "Tight little pussy taking my cock like it was made for it."
She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass. "Deeper!"
I did, slamming in until she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, and her pussy pulsing around me. "Yes! Fuck yes!"
I came hard, spilling into her with a roar, and collapsing on top. Her nails dragged my back, drawing blood, as I whispered in her ear, "Hate me. But don't ever leave me."
The room was quiet, only our breathing filled the space. Her body lay against mine, slick with sweat. My hand moved up her spine, slowly, tracing the bruises I'd left. She didn't flinch, didn't even speak. She just stared at the ceiling like she wished she could disappear through it.
I pressed my lips to her shoulder. "Say something," I murmured.
"Yell, hit me. Do something at least."
But still silent, she didn't move. Finally, she whispered in a low and raw voice. "You ruin everything."
I turned her face toward me, with my fingers on her jaw. "You can hate me all you want, Isabella. But you'll never leave me."
She stared at me not with fear but with the dangerous calm she got before she broke something. "You think this is beyond our bodies?" She asked quietly.
"I don't know what this is," I said. "But it's real."
"Then maybe we're the wrong kind of reality," she scoffed and rolled away, using her robe to cover herself. I caught her wrist, pulling her back against me.
"Hurt me if you want," I whispered again to her ear. "But you'll never walk out that door. He will pay for this one day, when you finally see that Giovanni's death wasn't my fault."
Her breath hitched, just once. "You think saying that makes it true?"
"It is true."
"Then why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself?" She said in a flat, cutting tone.
I didn't answer.t I just held her tighter, maybe to protect her, to keep her from running. She stopped fighting, but she didn't relax either. I could feel her heartbeat under my palm.
After a long moment, she whispered, "You'll regret ever knowing me."
"Maybe," I said. "But not now."
Chapter Fifteen
Isabella’s POV
