Chapter Two

Isabella's POV

This was by no means a gentle kiss. There was a hand of his already reaching to the hem of my dress, the other reaching for my thighs as though it belonged to him, I felt my back smack against the wall. 

"Say it," He ordered, his tone was scratchy and commanding. 

My heartbeat sped. My body would have been glad to have him, all in me said to me to think, to take things slow. "I want this," I whispered.

This was all the encouragement he wanted.

He took me and I held on to his waist as he lifted me to the bed. His mouth was right back on mine, and was devouring mine like there was no tomorrow. 

his jacket flung across the room, and then my heels, and my dress tearing down my head. 

I moaned loudly when I felt his teeth on the back of my neck, which I knew was going to sting me later. He kissed me as though I were already part of him, not as though he had recently met me. 

His tongue wrestled with mine, and he growled, his hand gripping more firmly on my jaw, but not so hard as to hurt or leave marks. "You taste and smell heavenly."

I got struck with want in my belly, shame and hunger coupled together. I had never slept with someone so commanding and I liked it. His hand seemed to move everywhere, and was possessive, rough, as though he were trying to memorize everything about me.

My hand went to the shirt he was wearing and I struggled with the buttons, he grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"My pace darling"

The term caused a shiver in my spine.

He undressed speedily, shirt, belt, trouser, my underwear and boxers all thrown away in different spots in the room. His physique was tough, sculpted, as though he were a gym boy. 

My heartbeat quickened, before I could process what was happening, he had already pinned my hand above my head.

"Still sure you want this?" He repeated himself, with darker eyes, and daring me to withdraw.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

"Words," he said softly.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His smirk was pure sin. But I knew it, I felt his thick cock ram into me.

The first thrust had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I moaned, and he continued ramming into me, not stopping for a second. Each thrust filled with pain and pleasure enough to make my mind blank.

When I bit back a moan, I felt his hand on my neck not enough to choke, but strong enough to make me remember that he was in control. "I want to hear you." He growled. 

 I moaned loudly, almost sure people outside the room could hear. Shame mixing with unbearable pleasure. My body arched, responding to every thrust.

Even as my mind screamed I shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't want this.

But I want this more than anything. God help me I did.

Hours blurred together. He did not give up, flipping me, on my back, on his lap, on the headboard. His strength was interminable and his requirement insatiable. He would prove me wrong everytime I thought I wouldn't be able to take it anymore.

At the end of it all my body was already trembling, my skin slick with sweat, my voice hoarse from moaning through the night. I was quite certain that I won't be able to stand properly.

I threw myself down on the pillows, chest heaving and I felt exhausted but good.

For some time it was just silence. The type that made you to believe that maybe it was more than lust for them. Or perhaps the connection I felt with him at the bar was not a lie.

But then he stood up and started dressing, "Get dressed, said he coldly. "You should leave."

The words were more painful than it ought to have been.

I sat up, and still naked, still panting.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. It's late. Time to leave."

This same man who a moment ago kissed me as though I was the only one that mattered to him now spoke like I was trash. My stomach churned. 

" I can't get a taxi now, and I am sure that my friend has already left," I said, my voice shaky. "It's four in the morning. I will leave before the sun comes up."

He did not argue, but clenched his jaws.

He just shrugged, unbothered. "Do what you want to." 

He grabbed his jacket and walked out.

The bang of the door throbbed in my heart.

I lay back in bed, embarrassed, angry at myself for thinking he was different. He was not. He was another arrogant man who believed that women are toys to be used and discarded.

I covered my body with the sheets and forced myself to sleep, even though my body still ached for him.

When I awoke the sun peaked in through the curtains.

I swallowed the lump in my chest, put on my clothes and left.

~

The fatigue had already taken place by the time I reached the house of my aunt. My aunt was already waiting for me in the living room and was fuming with anger, her eyes glaring as usual.

"Out all night?" She sneered. " Is this what your mother would want, Isabella? you being reckless, when she is in the hospital fighting for her life?

I did not pay attention to her or even look at her as I walked towards my room. It was of no use defending myself. Lucia never valued me and only kept appearance. 

I had a quick shower, changed my clothes and was out of the house in a hurry to the coffee shop where I was working the morning shift. 

The day dragged on. With the clients walking in and out, their orders blurring together, I smiled but the smile didn't reach my eyes.

 My body still sore from last night, I buried it deep, and pushing through the day.

After the end of my shift, I went to the hospital to visit my mother. 

The mere sight of my mother lying in that bed broke me even more than any hangover ever would. Everything made her weak, pale, her once bright eyes paled by pain. I was being cruelly reminded that she was dying by the buzzing machine around her.

"Hi, Mom," I said, taking a chair and seating next to her 

I took her hand, which was cold and thin. 

She smiled and her eyelids slowly opened. "Bella."

My throat tightened. "I am here. Always."

We talked a little, or rather I talked and she listened. I talked about my work, how ridiculous Rose danced in the club, about the weather, and everything I knew was sure to make her smile.

As she fell asleep, I broke. I could feel the tears and my heart ache as I lay my forehead against her hand.

"I will find a way mom," I choked. "I promise, I will pay for your treatment. And you will get better. I don't care what it takes. I will make it happen."

The words were a vow, one I buried deep into my soul.

Because last night had been reckless. Stupid. A mistake . But this...was my mom... she was the one that made me not want to give up.

And no matter the circumstances, I would surely find a way.