That makes me swallow the lump in my throat. Basements are cold and dark. Wet cement and damp air make it hard to breathe. I don’t like basements.
Anna: "You better start Googling shit. Your BDSM game is about to start. Because if some dude threw me up against a wall and nuzzled my neck, all aggressive and shit. Sploosh! There go my panties!"
Izzy:"Omg Anna, I can’t even process what you're telling me. I thought if I talked to you, I’d feel better. Now I feel even worse. I’m going to throw up, I swear. I’m hanging up... I need to go."
Anna:"Oh don’t be such a wussy. Just Google a few things. Check out Silk on the web. You might like what you read. You can’t keep your cherry forever, you know?”She giggles,“Hey? Are we still on for drinks tomorrow night, yeah?"
My life is literally going down the toilet, and she’s worried about sex clubs and drinks.
Izzy:"I guess yes. I’ll do some research and you can help me figure out what to do. Basements and choking are not my idea of romance, Anna."
Anna:"I know Izzy. But it’s not THAT kind of basement. And thechoking part? Well, if the right man does it, it’s a lot of fun. The main thing is that you're not crying anymore, and no matter what, we got this. I Promise."
Izzy:"Ughh.. I’m going to be sick. I’ll text you tomorrow. And thanks for always being there, Anna. I Love you."
Anna:"Love you too, Izz. Nite."
I end the call and bring up my search engine on my phone. Dropping it onto my bed, I head over to my closet. If I’m going to Google this, I’m going to need to be comfortable, and my flannel pink bunny pajamas are comfortable.
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Chapter 11 ~ Alexander
My mind races as I rush across the foyer to escape out of my parents' front door.
What in the hell possessed me to say two weeks?
Where that came from, I don’t even know.
I feel like some foreign entity has taken over my body, and I can’t seem to control my tongue or my impulses. Sebastian treats her like a little princess, running around like a puppy to get her a drink. Standing behind her chair, glaring at me like some fucking guard dog ready to save her from me.
It raised instincts in me that I didn't know I possessed, and it definitely pissed me off. He was acting just as possessive of her as I seem to be. We both acted like two dogs fighting over a bone, and he will never come out as the winner, not in my books or by the contract she and I will soon sign.
Sebastian may have her full attention for now, but as soon as I park her ass in my house, and in my bed, she will know who she belongs to.
I love my brother, and I would give my life for him, no questions asked. But when you touch my toys, even if I’m not playing with them at the time, well, then you open up a whole new side to me that I reserve for the tougher aspects of my job.
Given the circumstances, her fear, and his determination to stay by her side all night, I thought it was best to bow out gracefully after dinner and allow him to accompany her into the sittingroom. But as I watched them come through the door, smiling at each other, Isabella looking happy and so much better suited to Sebsatian, my gut clenched, and I had to swallow my pride.
I walked away from them, and I never walk away from anything, least of all a woman that is mine.
My aggression had reached a level that I have never experienced, especially when it comes to my brother. I am not this way with my family, and my actions tonight surprised even me, but there is something inside me that wants to own her. I don’t like it, particularly when it involves my brother. He’s a nice guy, and he cares about shit I’ll never understand, but I don’t like how something inside of me has staked a claim on her.
No, not in the slightest.
When it comes to women who interest me, she is the last thing I would look for. In a crowded bar, I would pass right over her and head straight for someone like her sister. But tonight, I don’t understand what is happening. I’m not this guy.
Isabella leans over once, and my dick jumps to attention. Sure, her ass is plump, her eyes are gorgeous, and her hair is stunning. The long, silky mass makes me want to wrap it in my fist and yank her head back again so I can suck on her throat, feel the beat of her heart under my tongue, and drag that floral scent deep into my lungs.
Christ, I’m getting a chub in my pants in my parent’s foyer at the thought.
What the fuck is up with all this shit? Five hours ago, I had Carla’s pussy gripping around my dick and an hour ago I had Rebekah trying to give me a hand job.
But right now, all I can think about is Isabella’s defiance, her juicy ass and the insatiable need to make her submit.
There was never a single time tonight that she looked at me without force, not once. She has only spoken five words to me allevening. Eventhatwas not freely given. Despite my treatment of her, you would figure she would be interested in who she is marrying, but she treated me like the enemy, and given my reaction to her fumbling entrance, to her I am. Her body was always stiff with fear and apprehension every time I got close.And I liked it.
I need to figure out what to do with her because I am out of my depth. When it comes to your average, everyday woman, I feel out of place because they require skills I do not possess. Once I’ve fucked, I’m out. I am not interested in playing Romeo and buying flowers. Suck my dick and leave that's my motto.
