Her lips part, and her heavy breaths fill the air, along with the sound of her desperate pussy taking my fingers. Fuck, she feels better than anything I could have ever imagined.
“So beautiful,” I murmur.
Her flushed skin reddens beneath me, but she doesn’t fight, sinking her nails into me like she’s trying to root me into place. My hold around her neck tightens in answer, promising her that I will never leave her again. I chuckle inwardly; Bella is wearing a collar made of my hands.
“You’re so breakable like this.” I smirk, flexing my fingers around her neck so she knows she will always wear me. “Completely at my mercy.”
I slow the movement of my fingers and watch her set on fire as she growls in frustration.
“Tell me you want me, and I’ll let you come.”
“Go to Hell,” she bites out.
Fiery little thing. “You’ll be right there with me. You’re my favorite sin.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She sounds so certain. Her body knows better, though, as she angles her hips like she’s trying to chase my fingers.
“Hmm,” I muse. “So feisty tonight.”
The little princess jumps when I flick her clit, making me laugh. But it doesn’t stop her from coming right back to my fingers, jerking around like she’s trying to get friction so she can come all over me.
My chest rumbles against her back. “It wasn’t a suggestion. You seem to have forgotten our promise.”
The tip of my finger dips inside her, and she throws her head back with a moan as I sink my teeth into her tender skin. She squeals in pleasure, squirming around in my arms, grazing her ass against my aching bulge in the process.
“I’ll forgive you for forgetting. I’ll just have to remind you who you’ve always belonged to. Let me make it up to you.”
She cries out when I sink my fingers inside her again, squeezing her eyes shut as her chest rises and falls like she can’t breathe. I circle her clit with my thumb, making her arch into me, grabbing at my skin like she needs me to keep upright.
Suddenly, the walls of her pussy spasm, and warm heat pours over my fingers, dripping down to my wrist and coating my sleeves. The feel of her is enough to kill a better man. “You’ll regret letting me feel your cunt coming all over my fingers. I promise you, next time, I’m breaking you on my cock.”
“There won’t be a next time,” she says, panting.
“Don’t doubt me, Isabella.”
I’m going to make you come on me every day for the rest of your life.
But before then, you’re going to say my fucking name.
Chapter 17
ISABELLA
Present
The vibrations from the car and the steady caress of a warm hand keep lulling me back to sleep. My consciousness stirs when his hand disappears, and I peel my eyes open when I hear the sound of something flickering. I angle my head to him just as an orange flame lights Roman’s face and the embers of a cigarette come to life.
I scrunch my nose. “Why are you doing that?”
He gives me a sideways glance and lifts his shoulder. “Something I picked up.”
I shift my legs to point toward the window, stopping midway to fix the blanket draped over me before I remember that he tied my hands. Right.Dick.
“It’s gross.” I try to inch my legs as far away from his as I can as a small act of defiance.
“Keeps my mouth busy.” He takes a long drag and lowers the window to exhale. “Don’t you like it?”
I look at him, dumbfounded. “Didn’t I just say it’s gross?”
