LOGINIsabel gasped when he rolled them over, her back hitting the mattress again, still wrapped around him. “Isaac,” she breathed, her hands flying to his chest, her legs twitching from the overstimulation. He didn’t pull out. His eyes stayed on hers, dark and half-lidded, his breathing shallow. His hands gripped her hips tighter. “You said not to stop,” he muttered. She swallowed hard. “I thought you came.” “I did,” he said, dragging his lips over her jaw, “and I’m still hard.” Her body clenched around him involuntarily. He felt it, cursed under his breath, and pushed in again, slower this time, but deeper. Her nails scraped down his arms. “It’s too much.” “No, it’s not.” His hands slid under her thighs and lifted her legs higher, folding her slightly as he thrust in again. Her mouth dropped open with a moan she couldn’t stop. “I can feel how wet you still are,” he murmured. “You’re not done.” He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in with a force that
His cock slid in slowly, stretching her open, inch by inch. Isabel gasped, her nails sinking into his shoulders, thighs clenching tighter around his waist. Her eyes fluttered shut, but the sound that left her mouth was desperate and raw. “Look at me,” Isaac muttered, lips brushing hers. She forced her eyes open, chest rising fast. “Don’t stop.” His jaw clenched. He pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself deep. Her body arched up against his, her breath catching with the sharp, stinging fullness that spread through her. “Fuck, Isabel,” he whispered, gripping her hip with one hand while the other braced by her head. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her mouth parted around a moan that never fully came out, just shaky breaths and her legs trembling around him. He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, eyes locked on hers. Then he pulled back slowly and thrust in again, deeper. Her hands flew to his back, fingers digging in as she whimpered. “You missed this,”
“You’re still not saying stop,” Isaac muttered against her mouth. Isabel gripped his shirt tighter, breath hot against his. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.” He kissed her again, harder this time, both hands sliding under her shirt, palms moving up her back. Her bra unclasped without warning. She gasped when the cold air hit her skin, but then his hands were there, cupping her, thumbs brushing over her nipples. Her head dropped back with a sharp inhale. “We shouldn’t.” “You already are,” he breathed. Their mouths crashed again. It was all teeth and tongue, breathless and uneven. She tugged his shirt up, hands fumbling with the buttons she was too impatient to undo properly. “Take it off,” she snapped. He pulled it over his head and tossed it. Her hands were all over his chest, nails dragging down, fingers sliding over every inch of skin she used to know by heart. He yanked her shirt over her head next, threw her bra to the floor, and wrapped both arms around her,
“Let me go,” Isabel snapped, pulling at his grip as he dragged her through the lobby and into the elevator. “Isaac, I swear, I will scream.” “Go ahead,” he said, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward. “I am not letting you walk away again.” She pushed at his arm but he did not budge. Her ankle ached from the movement. The elevator doors opened into his penthouse and he yanked her inside, closing the door behind them. “Stop touching me,” she hissed. “I mean it.” He turned suddenly and pushed her back against the wall. His chest pressed against hers, bodies flush, his breath hitting her cheek. She tried to push him away but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. “I cannot believe you went and married,” he said, his voice low and angry, eyes searching her face. “You actually married someone else.” She shoved against his grip, her chest rising fast. “You married Vera,” she fired back. “Do not stand here acting betrayed.” “That is not the same,” he barked, leaning clo
“Mommy!” Mia ran straight into her arms, giggling as Isabel bent to catch her. Zack followed close behind, waving. “You came!” “Of course I did,” Isabel said, smiling softly. “Let’s go.” Kian helped hold the nursery door open. “Hey guys,” he said, smiling at the twins. Mia blinked up at him. “Who’s that?” “He’s a friend,” Isabel said quickly. “He helped mommy today.” Kian raised a hand. “Hi. I’m Kian.” Zack tilted his head. “You look like a doctor.” Isabel let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Because he is one.” The ride back was mostly quiet, the twins humming in the back seat while Isabel stared out the window. Her fingers stayed curled against her thigh the entire ride. Her ankle still throbbed, but her chest felt worse. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Isaac’s face, the fury, the disbelief, the way he looked when she said the word husband. “Here,” Kian said, handing her a small card. “That’s my number. Clinic and personal.” She took it s
Isaac’s arms were locked around her, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Isabel hit his chest again, breath shaking hard. “Put me down. I am serious. Put me down right now.” “Let me go!” She struggled harder, her hand pushing his jaw, her nails dragging across his shoulder. “I said let go!” A voice cut through the air. “Hey!” Footsteps rushed toward them. “Where the fuck are you taking her?” Isaac turned his head, eyes sharp. “Who the hell are you?” The man stopped in front of them. Tall, rough beard, hoodie on, grocery bag in one hand like he just came from the corner shop. His eyes went from Isabel to Isaac, then back. “I am talking to you,” the man said. “Put her down.” Isaac’s whole body changed the second the guy spoke because the bastard has popped out of nowhere. His face went hard, his jaw grinding, arms tightening around Isabel. He stepped forward with his shoulders squared,. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” He looked like he was one second away fr







