LOGINIsaiah
I was in a conference room at one of our project sites in Nevada while watching the men sitting across from me all trying too hard to impress me.
Something was off. I could feel it, that itch beneath my skin that told me. I had learned to trust my instincts more than people.
Then, just as I was flipping through the final page of the contract, the sharp whine of a bullet whizzed past me and shattered the
Third Person POVThe prison cell was surprisingly comfortable.Gloria Martinez had made sure of that. The space was more like a small studio apartment than a cell. It had actual furniture, decent lighting, a shelf of books, and enough privacy that Gabriel could visit without the usual prison protocol.Gabriel sat on his sister's bed, painting her nails carefully."I hate it here," Gloria whined. "The food is disgusting, the guards are incompetent, and I'm tired. When do I get out of here, Gabriel?""I know, Hermana." Gabriel's voice was soothing, the same tone he used to calm her tantrums since they were children. "Just a little longer.""You keep saying that." She pulled her hand back slightly, making Gabriel pause painting her nails. "It's been months, Gabe.""And it will be worth it." He recaptured her hand ge
ZellaMy heart hammered in my chest, but I refused to let Rafael see my fear.I had faced worse than him. I had survived Dax and my Father. I had been kidnapped, drugged, and held hostage.Rafael Newman, for all his threats and media campaigns, was just another man who thought he could intimidate me.He was wrong."How are you doing, Rafael?" I asked, matching his grin.His smile faltered. "I'll be doing much better once your husband is dead.""Funny." I tilted my head. "The last person who said that is dead."Rafael's jaw clenched. "Your husband killed my brother. I'm going to make him pay for that.""That's ridiculous," I said flatly. "Isaiah didn't kill Anthony.""There's no need to lie, Zella-""It was Gloria Martinez."Rafae
ZellaI hated that Rafael Newman was back.The memory of his hands on me, his breath hot against my neck, the way he had cornered me in that alleyway all those months ago, it all came flooding back the moment I saw his face on the news.It was annoying that he was claiming to be a victim now, though, when he had practically harassed and blackmailed me back then.I placed a protective hand on my stomach. Our baby girl was growing strong and healthy, and I refused to let Rafael Newman anywhere near us."You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Sasha said from the couch across from me. We were in the living room, planning wedding details."I can't help it," I admitted. "He's all over the media.”"Isaiah should have killed him," Sasha said flatly. "That would have saved everyone a lot of trouble."“
Isaiah"Oh yes, Daddy,"Zella's voice was breathless, desperate, exactly the way I loved it.Her legs were draped over my shoulders, her back pressed against the counter in the kitchen. I was thoroughly devouring her for breakfast.Early morning sunlight streamed through the windows, painting her skin gold. She was beautiful like this with her rosy cheeks, lost in pleasure, grinding against my face as I worked her pussy with my tongue.I was addicted to her taste, to the way she moaned at every stroke and every flick of my tongue. I stroked my cock as I ate her out."Isaiah, I'm cum…" Her words dissolved into a moan as she fell apart, her thighs trembling around my head, her hands fisting in my hair.I didn't stop until she was gasping and oversensitive, until she was begging me for mercy.
ZellaThe red walls made it all Greek much more sensual. Silk scarves hung from hooks on the walls. I caught glimpses of a set of toys that made heat rush through my body.Isaiah's lips found the curve of my neck, and I shivered. “Do you like it, Princess?”“I… yes,” I said breathlessly. My dress slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor."Good, I've been craving to fuck you here, babygirl," his voice dropped to that dangerous tone that made heat pool low in my belly. "I want to take my time with every inch of you. Show you exactly how much you mean to me."He turned me to face him, his eyes dark with desire. "Tonight, you trust me completely. Can you do that?"I nodded, my throat tight with anticipation."Words, Princess. I need to hear you say it.""I tru
Zella"What... what's going on?"Isaiah grinned and brought the microphone to his lips."Hello, Princess," he said, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "Sorry for the dramatic entrance. I needed to do this right, and you almost ruined my surprise. Trust me, it was hard keeping this from you.”I stood frozen, my heart hammering, aware of hundreds of eyes on me, but unable to look away from him."A year ago," Isaiah continued, "I made the best decision of my life, making you mine. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life asking that it should only last a year. A year would never be enough, I knew that right from the start, Princess.”He stepped out from under the floral arch, moving closer to me."Every single day since then has proven that. I need you, Zella. I've needed you for a long fucking ti







