Chapter Five: Caught in between desire and tension 

I frowned. “Why?”

He took a small step towards me "Isla." His voice was calm, "if I tell you, you'll look at me differently.”

He took a slow breath. “Just trust me.”

I almost laughed because it was just ironic, especially since it was coming from Rowan. 

“Yeah.” I gave him a smile. 

He didn't say anything afterwards, everywhere became quiet. His eyes met mine, he looked at me for a long moment and stepped closer. 

My heart started beating faster.

“Isla.” His voice was quieter now. “If you want me to stay away from you, I'll do it.”

I stared at him, that wasn't what I expected.

He took another small step. “But you have to tell me.”

I opened my mouth but I couldn't find the words. He stood there, eyes on me, waiting for me to give him a reply. 

“Tell me to move.”

I knew I should have told him to move, I knew exactly what my answer should be. Roman was Ethan's rival, my brother's enemy. I knew this was wrong, everything about it was wrong.

“Don't move,” I whispered.

He immediately stepped towards me, his gaze still focused on me. "Tell me you don't want me."

"I want you, Rowan." I breathed hard, "I want every bit of you."

He took another step, close enough that our shoulders touched each other sending shivers into my skin. 

"Can I?" He whispered , his eyes dropping to my lips.

I nooded, my heart beating against his chest.

He leaned towards my lips, taking my lower lips gently into his mouth. I kissed him back, my eyes falling shut as I relaxed into him. 

For a moment, neither of us seemed to remember anything else. His hands came down to my thighs, brushing softly into my pants. 

"Urgh.. You're wet for daddy." He whispered.

He kissed me again, his hands caressing slowly against my clit.

"Fuckkkk yessss daddy." I moaned, grabbing his shirt. 

He slowly slid his fingers into my pussy, feeling my wetness on his hand. 

"Look at me." He whispered against my ear, slowly turning my chin to face him. "Tell daddy you want him."

"Mmm... yesss." I let out a moan. "I want you."

He thrusted his fingers deeper, pulling in and out of my pussy. 

I moaned grabbing tightly to his arms. "Ahh... Fuckkkk yessss."

He thrusted in and out of my pussy, this time faster. The warmth of his breath lingered on my ears. "You're so fucking wet." 

He gently took my hand and guided me away from the wall, his touch calm on my skin as he took me to a chair. 

"Sit." He whispered.

I lowered myself onto the chair, still watching him. 

He stood in front of me, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. 

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. 

Then he leaned down at my feet, his gaze lingering on my face before his hands slowly found my legs. 

His fingertips brushed lightly along my knee, almost teasing me, going all the way up to my thighs. I glanced down at his hands, then back at him. 

He smiled spreading my legs far apart from each other. His thumb traced all the way inside my G- string pants, pulling it down my legs. 

He kissed my thighs, sending shivers right into my skin, instinctively making me shift from where I sat.

He continued kissing my thighs slowly until his head was in between my thighs. He kissed my clit with the tip of his tongue while sliding his middle finger into my wet pussy. 

I reached for his wrist, holding it tightly. 

"Don't stop." I whispered under my breath.

His hands continued moving slowly and gently inside my pussy, as his thumb traced small circles against my skin. 

I watched him gently as he desperately digged his mouth inside my opening, making me catch my breath. 

"Mmm daddy." I moaned, "don't stop ugh."

His tongue moved from my opening to teasing my clit, he continued that way till I came to an orgasm.

"Yess... That's my good girl." He smiled glancing up from my legs, his mouth filled with my wetness.

A faint smile crossed my face.

I looked at him, trying to hide how flustered I felt, but the amuse expression on his space told me I wasn't good at hiding my feelings.

"What?" I asked shyly. 

"Nothing," he replied, his voice quiet and warmth. "I just like seeing you smile."

My cheeks grew warmer. 

He reached for my hand, his fingers slipping gently between mine. For a few seconds, we simply sat there staring at each other.

He leaned closer towards me and planted a kiss on my forehead. "You're beautiful, Isla."

This time, I smiled widely. "Thank you."

He smiled back at me, his eyes filled with warmth. 

Without saying anything, I slowly slid down from the chair and lowered myself to the floor besides his feet. He looked down at me, surprised for a moment. 

"What are you doing?" He asked with a quiet laugh. 

Without answering him, I tucked at his zipper, bringing it to a stop. His hands settled on my hair, as his eyes remained on mine. 

I pulled down his shorts, brushing off a loose strand of my hair that stood at my face. Gently, I held his already hard dick and teased my tongue on the tip rubbing his wetness all all his dick. 

He let out a moan, gently resting his hands on my hair. I wagged his dick on my face and with a gentle tease, I shoved it into my mouth taking every inch of him. 

"Argh... That's my good girl." He moaned out loud grabbing my hair. 

I reached down to his balls while desperately sucking in and out of his dick.

In a split second, I heard the door swung open. 

It was Ethan, he stepped inside frozen at a spot. 

"Isla..."