Yeah… I know. I’m an asshole. I had to drug her. There was no other way to get her out of there without her beautiful mind overplaying everything and worrying about me and her family.
Escaping down to the car park, there’s no time to even look back. Purposefully, I hit the button to my Aston Martin, beeping it to life, unlocking the door. Opening the door with my left hand, Isla’s limp body rests against my chest. I place her with haste in the front seat, buckling her in. We have to get out of here now, before Sokolov’s security realize the gun shots being fired were just blanks to scare everyone into panic and chaos. Fuck, I wanted to shoot them all and kill them, but in my resort… This event will deter people from coming here as it is, without an actual death on my hands. But I don’t give a fuck about that. Isla’s safety is first and foremost. The manager can deal with the fallout with the police and Dimitri tonight. I just need my Sweetness safe and with me.
The Bluetooth in my car lets me know I have an incoming call.
Seth…
“Talk.” There’s no time for pleasantries.
“Jared and Liam have got Ben and Isla’s mother upstairs in a secure room near uncle’s.” He takes a breath.
“Thanks, man. I’ll let you know what’s happening soon. We have to keep them there secure for a few days.” Rubbing my eyes, the bright lights flash past as I weave the hectic streets of Sydney on a Saturday night.
“I hope you know what you just started.” A sigh comes over the speaker. “I guess I would do the same for Kameron. Keep me updated.”
“Seth… Thanks.” Ending the call, and switching my phone off, I realize I just started one hell of a war. But after talking to Isla’s mother, there was no way she was returning back to his house.
Taking Adeline up to my office when she cornered me in the hallway, I decided I needed to know everything. I wouldn’t let her leave without knowing everything she knew about this man and why he wanted her so desperately.
Sitting on my leather sofa, she didn’t mix words. She wanted Isla out of this crime lord’s clutches as much as I did. Adeline, as small as she is, has a forceful side to her. Explaining directly to me that she was powerless to do anything for Isla once Dimitri had his talons stuck in her husband so deeply. She confessed, she was blinded by her love for Isla’s dad. She stayed with him because they were soul mates. She simply loved him, admitting that the way she loved him was beyond her control and rational self. She had no excuses as to why she didn’t leave him and take her children far away from these hideous actions besides she was in love.
Trying to understand this woman’s rantings, I listened before I ended up exploding in front of her. Love is a powerful emotion. Way more powerful than I think people give it credit for. It can make or break a person in a split second. Love can rule a person’s thoughts for good and evil. The way it commands people’s actions can be debilitating. I know. I’m proof of how it can alter a sane mind’s perspectives. I just had blank gun shots fired in my own fucking resort to get to the woman I love.
I really shouldn’t be judging this woman… But, she has hurt the most precious thing in my life.
After a few minutes of ranting and raving, yelling and cursing, and a display of aggression taken out on my desk, she continues to sit there watching every fleeting emotion cross my face and body. There’s no interruptions, no tears, only concern shown on her face. My skin, trapped in this rigid suit, wants to escape and get air on it to cool me down. My chest heaves, eradicating my pent-up frustrations and fears to this woman who has turned a blind eye to the atrocities endured by her daughter, Isla.
Before I turn and leave, she drops a bombshell on me. One I know I must explain to Isla sooner rather than later.
Her legs start to move and stretch. I can’t see her eyes yet, so the drugs must still be running through her body. Driving like a bat out of hell, I steer the car toward my parents’ country house just out of Sydney. Dimitri will search for Isla until she is found no doubt. This won’t be happening on my shift. The farmhouse is off the radar, bought under a company name which won’t be easily traced back to our family. Staying there for a few days will be just what we need to catch up.
Thirty minutes later, the cars travelling around us have thinned out. Checking the rearview mirror constantly for anyone following us keeps me alert and on edge. The rural scenery is immersed in the blackness of the night, with no streetlights in this remote part of the country. I turn down a dirt roadway and feel every bump that we travel over. This car certainly wasn’t made for the rough terrain… Isla’s delicate body bounces up and down with the rocky ground, so I take it even slower. Leaving an extreme amount of dust flowing behind us.
The dense trees around the car clear to an opening, and I can make out the large homestead on the land. My mother calls it the farmhouse, but it’s grand, modern, and spread out. Knowing how it is capable of sleeping three families easily from our childhood holidays with a large amount of The Family’s relatives together.
The headlights light up the stone pathway to the front door. Pulling up in front of it, I switch off the engine, keeping the headlights trained on the pathway so I can open the front door and quickly turn on the lights to the house. The smell of lavender, I think because it is one of my mother’s favorite aromas, overpowers my senses. A cleaner still comes in every week regardless of the use the house has received during that time to ensure it’s ready for any family members when they need to use it.
Moving my eyes back to the darkness, I open the door and climb out of the car . Violet eyes are looking directly at me. I carefully watch as several expressions pass over her beautiful face. Fear, curiosity, anger, sadness, and apprehension. Bending down, I reach under her legs and her slim arms latch around my neck instantaneously, placing her head in the crook of my shoulder.
I don’t speak.
Isla doesn’t speak either.
I just feel.
Isla’s breath is slow. Her curves fit perfectly into my aching body. My heart thuds against her head and her black hair rests softly over her arm. Straightening my legs, I readjust her body slightly. The black dress rides up her thighs, exposing more of her creamy skin, matching the perfect skin I can see on her back. Closing the car door, my feet crunch over some loose rocks. The air is fresh and cool. Silence is all around us.
There is peace and calm surrounding us. Finally…
Laying her down on the bed, her hair and dress blend with the black quilt cover, highlighting her pale skin. Looking at this stunning woman laid out before me, I want to devour her completely. NOW… Isla’s chest rising up and down and the trusting way she is looking at me has my dick aching to be inside her.
Fuck, the things I want to do to her body. Frenzied and crazy, I take a few large breaths to calm the hunger inside me down. Do I start with her mouth? I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly… Or rip her clothes from her, exposing her curves and full tits, sucking and nipping them until she moans with pleasure. Do I go straight to her wet channel and lick it, making her scream my name over and over until her body can take no more? Desperate to touch her anyway I can is creating a sexual tornado inside me. My thoughts are brought back to the present with a soft voice.
“Alex… What have you done?” My eyes travel back to her face. Gently, I walk around to the side of the bed.
“Sshh… It’s all over now.” Wiping my thumb across her lip, I kick my shoes off, taking my suit pants and boxers off. I sit down next to her. “I couldn’t stand knowing you were going home with that bastard.” Taking off my jacket, her eyes follow my actions. Her gaze wandering to my dick then back up quickly so I wouldn’t catch her. “There was no time left.” Popping each button open on my shirt, I reveal my chest. Isla’s tongue swipes across her lips. Placing my leg over her body, straddling her, sitting on my feet so I don’t squash her, I lean my head to her luring lips. “I had to have you.”
My mouth sinks onto her delicate opening. Caressing each other’s lips, we drown ourselves in a soft, passion-filled kiss. My heart is beating so fast. My cock throbbing to be released. When I think I can’t restrain my hands any longer from clawing her clothes off, her fingertips graze my shoulder to release it of my shirt, without breaking our contact. Running her slight fingers over my powerful muscles, I shrug my shirt off.
Quickly, I roll fast onto my back, taking her with me so she is on top of my dick. Bad idea… Her astonished face nearly makes me start laughing but I have more serious things to contend with. Like getting that damn dress off her… Small gasps circulate around me. It won’t be long until she is screaming. Leaning up, I reach behind her neck and undo the small button clasping it together. The silky material drifts down, exposing her smooth, perfect tits. Unable to resist, my mouth has a mind of its own and latches onto her rosy nipple. My tongue swirls the pert nub, taunting it, flitting over it while my other hand wrestles with the material, pushing the dress as far down as it can go. I hope I’m driving her fucking wild, because her being on my dick is sending me into crazy town…
“Yes… More…” Lifting her ass from my heat, she reaches underneath and rips her lacy black undies off.
Fuck me…
Releasing my mouth momentarily, “Fuck, you’re testing me,” I find her other tight bud and bite it.
“Holy hell.” Leaning back, her tit moves closer in my mouth, and my free hand reaches under the black dress, locating her slippery clit. Hands roam through my hair, pulling closer still. Each time I nip her chest, sharp nails scrape the skin on my back, driving me wilder. She’s so fucking hot… I had wanted to go slow and savor every little piece of her body, but that will have to be for later tonight. Without leaving her skin, my mouth travels to her neck. I’ve missed her rose and vanilla scent on me and my sheets. Biting down, her ass rears up. Grasping her hips, leaving her wet pussy, I lift her small frame up, sliding my length in to her warm entrance. Slowly she takes me in. But the last part, I lift my ass up and pull her down fully, hitting the spot making her scream.
“Fuck…” Leaning back further, exposing her slickness, my finger returns to her jewel. “Oh… I needed that.”
Isla starts a rhythm up and down my dick. Watching her tits bounce is pure ecstasy. Against my legs, I feel her spikes from her heels. Crap, I forgot to take them off… Without hesitation, I reach around and grab on to the heels while she rides my shaft. Fuck, this is so hot… Tilting her body forward so the fiction she craves hits just the right spot to get her there. The tip of my length hits her g-spot repeatedly driving me wild. My hips flex involuntarily up, spearing her every time she comes down. By the sounds of her moans and the squeezing of her pussy, she is relishing our connection, ready to rocket to oblivion any second. The firm tug of her nipple sends her to her bliss. A scream hurtles through the air, followed by murmurs of pleasure. I continue ramming my length inside her, her body bending back, then forward. Jolting to a halt, my release is so powerful, I’m scared the grip I have on her shoes will snap her heels, but I’m powerless to release them. My hips thrust a few more time, completely releasing every emotion that was bound within me over the period of time Isla was out of my reach.
Her body languid and floppy, she rests on top of me. Unable to move. Hushed, incoherent sounds fall from her mouth.
Brushing a kiss lightly over her hair, I whisper, “You hold my life in your hands, Isla Winters.” Enclosing her with my arms, I definitively relax. “You’ve seized my heart. You control my thoughts. You’ve ruined my body for anyone else. You, my Sweetness, belong with me.”
Placing a kiss on her head, our bodies entwined, Isla kicks off her fuck-me heels. Sleep engulfs us.
Was I dreaming?
The heat floating though my body wakes me up. The slit in the curtains tells me it’s still dark outside. Naked and the most beautiful man I have ever seen is lying asleep beside my body. I am sated…
This is where I belong.
This is where we belong.
He saved us…
Both our lives are at risk now, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The pain we have both been carrying over the past weeks showed Alex’s vulnerabilities and strengths when it comes to me. Risking everything so we can be together.
His protectiveness is humbling, so very sexy and loved. My head in the crook of his neck, I know I will never get enough of this man. Listening to his peaceful breaths, my mind wanders.
His hot lips.
His powerful body.
His beautiful tattoos.
His strength.
His determination.
His love.
His mind.
And the combined effect they have on me…
I’m his…
My eyes watch his face. They are feasting on Alex. A short stubble has grown on his handsome jaw. His eyelids flitter with his thoughts. Warm breath circulates around my hair from his calm breathing. There’s nothing covering our bodies. My black dress lays at the end of the bed in a crumbled mess. The sight is intoxicating.
Tracing my finger lightly over his abs, I’m unable to resist this man and everything he does for us and the affect he has on my body.
He is my home…
“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to stop myself,” he murmurs, pulling me from the exact thoughts he is talking about. His wide smile melts me. My body is ready for anything this man has to offer.
“What if I don’t want to?” My fingers trace his nipples, next his collarbone up to his jaw. My eyes trained directly on his.
“Oh, Sweetness, you’re a wicked, naughty girl.”
“Only with you.” Alex brings me to life. No one has been able to do this ever. He worships my body and trusts me with his. Alex loves me.
Admiring the view lying next to me, I ogle his body, assaulting it with my featherlight touch. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, excited to be stroking Alex again. My hand finds its way to his cock, which is standing proud and hard. The velvet skin strained with a large vein protruding along it.
Holy hell, how does that fit inside me?
“I’m going to make love to you now.” Pulling his shoulder slowly from underneath my head, I lay flat on my back, Alex’s sturdy body lies on his side next to mine, “For weeks, I have needed to show you. To remind you, how much you mean to me.” Cerulean blue eyes scan my naked body. My pussy is melting before his very eyes. They turn me to mush. “Raise your arms above your head.” Doing as I’m told, I feel his fingers floating over my arms and the ticklish flesh under my arms.
“It tickles…”
“Keep them still, Isla.”
Doing as I’m told, he moves on top, trailing where his fingers have just left with his mouth. Moving up and down my arms, leaving me to lean forward, running my tongue over his chest, nipping his firm muscles. Stretched out, he holds my arms with one of his hands, reaching to my pussy, sliding his long fingers in and out of my wet channel. If it’s at all possible, I’m still melting like an ice cream subjected to heat. Lying there, I relish his touch. I’ve been craving it. He flicks my clit with precision, shooting sparks that cause my legs and body to twitch. The assault on my nipples is agonizingly amazing.
I love his control. His body commands mine, relieving me of any decision to be made. The sensations raging through my veins is explosive. Rolling my eyes back in my head, I am so close to reaching my pinnacle.
The touch sending me wild stops.
My eyes flash to his. A smirk overtaking his face.
“You’re barbaric… I was so close.” I playfully mutter, but really mean every word. How could he cease touching me?
“I want to be inside you, Isla, when you come. I need you to squeeze me, milking me dry. I need that connection now.”
I want that too.
My arms are left above my head, while Alex lifts my legs around his waist, opening me up unreservedly. I tighten my feet behind his back, lifting my ass higher so Alex can enter me fully. With care, his dick eases between my legs, brushing past my jewel, sending shock waves throughout my limbs. Raising my hips up, I want all of him hitting me when he moves again.
Observing him, watching where we join is so provocative and sensual. Emotions filter across his face as he pulls painstakingly out of my pussy, only to repeat with precision, entering me again. Sitting back, knees bent so his cock can plow into me easily, his chest rises and falls rhythmically, the muscles in his neck are popping out, strained with concentration. My arms languidly stay taut above my head, exposing my entire naked body for Alex to view.
“I can’t go slow for much longer, Sweetness.”
“Don’t then…”
Placing his expert fingers over my sensitive spot, he swirls it relentlessly. Pumping into me harder now, my tits sway with his commanding rhythm. Sucking in my breath, the walls inside me are starting to contract. The feeling is something I had hoped I would feel again. It’s excruciating. But oh, so amazing. Alex is annihilating every cell within me. I try and hold back from the point of no return, waiting for Alex to be there with me. Looking at his face, there is sweat forming across his brow. The determined, sexy look he gets when devouring me sends me to paradise. I resist moving my hands, but, fuck, it is so hard not to grab him, heightening and prolonging my intense release. My nails stab inside my hands with the strength of a weightlifter. The way my body reacts to Alex is so profound.
Driving into me, my fatigued body sways with this machine. Grunting with loud moans, his neck arches back in a roar, impaling me, hitting my heart I’m sure, he’s in that deep. Heaving in and out a few more times, his movements become slower and more passionate. The constant motion down below continues to spark along my nerve endings. Holding his ass, I stop him before we start another round. My weary body is spent. Alex lies his magnificent body on mine, holding most of his weight on his elbows beside my body.
Latching onto my lips, his kiss is forceful yet subdued. I empty what’s left of myself into his kiss.
Taking a breath, “I love you, Isla Winters,” penetrates the quiet room.
Nuzzling in close, smelling his citrus scent mixed with our lovemaking, the words, “I love you too,” fall from my lips.
“This is how it’s meant to be. You and me, with nothing in between, Sweetness.”
His hand strokes my hair, lulling me even more. Numbness overtakes my mind, leaving me safe and secure in the protective arms of my captor and the man in my dreams.
Except he is stronger, more chivalrous, more handsome, and sexier than I could have ever dreamed about.