04

DAMIEN

She smelled heavenly, her scent something that I desperately wanted to be enveloped in.

Her fingers came around to touch the base of my skull as she kissed me with my arms wrapped strongly around her waist. I groaned as she rubbed against me like a cat, her thigh connecting with my hard on; she must have noticed my reaction to that movement because she did it again while I growled low in my throat.

“Fuck yes” she cried.

Her back arched in surrender and I took, pushing her slowly until she sank into the bed and I was hovering above her.

I wanted her to feel it and to know that it was I that gave her such pleasure and so even when all i wanted to do was drill her until she could not tell one from the other

A scream erupted from her throat and her legs quivered as I fucked her, driving my cock in and out... fast and slow until I could feel the pressure mount in my abdomen.

“Cazzo” I groaned as I began playing with her clit while I fucked her.

She was crying and begging for more until she squeezed so hard against my cock... her eyes rolling back inside her head and her legs giving way.

My orgasm followed right after, blinding lights exploding in my head as I poured my seed right inside her.

…

One thought as I stared at the sleeping form of Isabella was how beautiful she looked. She was more like a angel to me and I had not been able to grab a wink of sleep as I watched her.

Coming back had been the right thing to do and now… after everything that had happened, I wanted something more.

As though she could read my thoughts, she stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open as they pinned on me.

“Good morning” She murmured softly.

“Morning, sleeping beauty” I responded, placing a kiss on her forehead.

She stretched, baring beautiful breasts to my view.

“I have a proposal for you, Isabella” I blurted.

It was now or never.

“A proposal?” She echoed.

“Marry me” I declared.

A gasp fell from her lips as she stared at me in surprise.

“You are joking right? This is some sort of joke?”

“It is no joke; let us get married. I promise to take care of you and…”

“Please stop talking” She interrupted

“Don’t you want revenge on your ex? This is a way you can get that without having to worry about what people will say when they see that you are both not together.” I explained

“I don’t think… I don’t want”

“Yes, you do and you should be responsible for what happened between us. You seduced me in the bar and brought me here just so you can feel better about your boyfriend cheating on you

She looked stunned as I said this and I was sorry to have made her feel bad that we had sex but there was no way I was going to allow her walk away from me again. I wanted her and although she could not remember who I was, she was mine.

“You can’t make all this my fault. We had consensual…”

“There is nothing consensual about seduction, Isabella and that is why I am giving you this choice. Let us act married… it does not have to be real. Just enough for you to get revenge on your asshole of a boyfriend and satisfy your parents”

“How do you know about my parents?” she asked.

Fuck! My mind screamed.

That had been a slip; I did not think she had made any mention of how her parents are going to feel about the breakup.

“You mentioned they would not be happy especially your mother and you wish you can keep it away from them” I braved a response, hoping she did not see through the lie.

“Just how much did I tell you?” She cried, climbing out of the bed and reaching for her dress which had been discarded at the foot of the bed.

I rose with her, stopping her flight.

“Think about it, Isabella… really think about what I am asking of you. You have to admit that it is a very good plan” I told her

“There is nothing good about it and I should not have… I am sorry if I seduced you but I cannot…”

“Sorry does not cut it… you have to take responsibility and this is what I want” I told her.

She stopped wearing her dress, glancing towards me with hatred in her eyes.

If looks could kill then I would have been a dead man at that moment in time.

“I will drop my card and you should reach out to me whenever you want us to meet your mom and have the contract finalized but in the meantime, I suggest we meet up for a drink one of these days and not in a bar this time” I murmured, watching her blush beautifully.

She said nothing and I took it as my cue to leave. I grabbed my jacket, sending her a wave before slipping out of the hotel and into the car I had asked to be packed by the corner of the street for me.

I did not need her to know who I was or how rich I was until she had signed the contract and we were officially married.

“What have you been up to?” My friend, Jackson asked as soon as I entered the house.

“Getting to know someone” I said vaguely

“Who is the unlucky girl?” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

I laughed at this.