I can feel the hot breath from her lungs as it spills from her perfect mouth.
Kiss her. Show her who is really in control.
Izabel isn’t backing down. She’s standing tall, unable to fight me with physical strength, but fighting me with defiance. And I love it.
Laughing, I release my grip on her and watch as red marks appear on her skin where I was holding her.
She doesn’t move. She keeps staring at me with her shoulders squared and her chin up.
Too beautiful for words.
I wait a moment, another, not wanting to move away from her. But eventually, I have to, because it’s either going toend with me moving away or kissing her, and as much as I want to kiss her, I don’t want to push my luck too far tonight.
She’s here forever. She belongs with me now. I have all the time in the world to break her barriers and make her mine.
As soon as I take a step back, releasing her from this little game we seem to be playing, she lets out a breath of relief.
“Come, I will show you our room,” I say, gesturing with a tilt of my head.
“Funny,” she snaps. “Show memyroom.”
I had to try. I knew she wouldn’t be sharing my bed this quickly, although again, I am tempted to force the issue.
We walk upstairs, and I select the bedroom right next to mine. The closer she is, the better I will feel.
I push the door open, and she immediately shoves past me into the room. Then, to my surprise and amusement, she huffs, “Goodnight!” and slams the damn door in my face.
I quite literally have to jump back to avoid it hitting me in the face, and as I stand there shaking my head, I find myself laughing quietly.
Oh yes, she is going to be endless trouble.
And because I’m clearly not quite right in the head… I am genuinely looking forward to finding out what our lives are going to be like as husband and wife. I could never have chosen a better suited girl for myself.
Little pixie.
She’s going to learn to want me.
To love me.
To yearn for me.
My cock stirs again as I stare at her closed door.
Patience, Anton. It will be a fun game to make her come crawling to you.
Chapter 6 - Izabel
The thing that people quickly learn about me is that I don’t take things lying down. If you hit me, I’m hitting back, both figuratively and literally.
So, the more Anton tries to push me into this stereotypical good little wife role…the more I kick back.
Last night, I got up while he was asleep and crept downstairs to where I had previously located the breaker panel in the laundry room.
I turned everything off and then broke the switches to make it very annoying to try and turn back on. It’s probably illegal to tamper with stuff like that, but hey, so is kidnapping.
The mansion went quiet for a few seconds, and then the hum of an emergency backup generator kicked in, but I checked the light switches, and it seems it’s only really for the security system, not the whole place.
The fridge was off, the lights were off, the outlets were all off, and the water heater was probably off, too.
