Alaric pov Fuck. That was the only word that could describe what I was feeling, what was racing through my head as I stared up at Isla, her wide, excited grin stretching across her face as she sat on my already growing cock. I couldn’t believe what she had done. Or rather… what she was doing. It was wild enough that she wanted to tie me up, but she’d gone even further, saying things she never would’ve said so easily in the past. And not only that… she’d made me cum all over her face. Now, as she looked down at me with hunger and raw desire blazing in her eyes, I couldn’t help but think how different she was from that night at the club—bolder, filthier, and so fucking in control it made my cock throb. The corner of my lips slowly tilted into a smirk as I watched her, merely inches away, her lips fanning mine as she spoke. “Time for the next round, daddy,” she whispered, breathless. My smirk deepened as she reached out, grabbing my chin and tilting it up so I could meet her ga
Isla pov I was on my knees, eyes locked on Alaric, who sat on the bed looking down at me with an unreadable expression. His hair was damp from the rain, clinging to his forehead. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. But most telling of all, his tie was no longer around his neck. Why? Because it was behind him. I had used his tie to bind his hands, and he had let me. Alaric had allowed me to do whatever I wanted, without the slightest resistance and for some reason, that made everything even hotter. Seeing the man everyone feared, the one who owned one of the biggest companies in the States, completely at my mercy… it made me feel even more sensitive. My panties were soaked, my breathing slow and shaky as I placed my hands on his thighs in anticipation. The corners of my lips curled into a small smile as I slid my hands to the zip of his trousers. Without taking my gaze off him, I slowly pulled the zipper down. As
Isla povMake him cum three times.That was what it would take for him to grant me a wish—to give me anything I wanted.His body, his wealth, his obedience... even the blood of those who had wronged me.That was what he had promised, and as I stared into the distance, my breathing harsh and uneven, I knew I had to win.But not because I wanted anything from him. No—I wanted to prove I could make him cum three times.I wanted to conquer him, to satisfy the man before me.So when Alaric finally leaned back from my ear and stopped in front of me, that familiar glint of amusement dancing in his eyes...I felt ready.I felt confident.And the slight tilt of his lips, the way his gaze narrowed in on me as he looked down told me he knew it too.I mirrored his smirk and before he could react, I reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him down toward me until our lips were just barely touching.Close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered,“So… does that mean you’re mine
Isla pov I wasn’t sure why I was saying this, why I wanted this but as I stared at Alaric, my breath came out harsh and mingled, and my whole body felt hot. The First Lady had just told me that my late mother and my stepmother were best friends when they were alive. That piece of information felt like a punch to the gut, and I felt sick hearing it. I was upset. I had so many questions that needed answers, but in the end, I seemed to know nothing. I was simply left in the dark. My stepmother had been friends with my mother, yet she acted like she didn’t even know her. She never once said her name to me, and neither did my father, unless he was blaming me for her death. My hand curled tightly into a fist. It was as though her memory had been erased. Like she was never there in the first place. Alaric’s eyes narrowed on me, and I saw a flash of raw lust in them. He towered over me effortlessly, strands of hair slightly obscuring his gaze, his jaw clenched as if he were holding hi
Isla pov My eyes were fixed on Alaric as the car moved slowly. By now, the rain had completely stopped, and the president had been nice enough to take us back home. But it seemed I was the only one who was grateful, because Alaric blatantly ignored the president’s attempts at conversation, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed something out. “I didn’t take you for a romantic, Alaric. Kissing a woman like that in public? Under the rain? It looked like I was watching a movie or something—you definitely had me smiling,” the president laughed, reaching out to slap Alaric’s shoulder playfully. Alaric merely glanced at him and swatted his hand away in disgust. “Creep,” he hissed, still refusing to spare even a glance at the president or me. His eyes stayed locked on his phone, no matter how hard I stared at him. Call me crazy, but it felt like he was ignoring me on purpose… like he didn’t want to meet my gaze. And what the hell? We just shared a kiss under freezing rain and confes
Isla povAlaric Voss was a vulnerable man.He was the kind of man who might appear powerful, strong, and untouchable but deep down, he was also someone hiding a storm of demons within.All I had ever seen was the indifferent or teasing man, but as I stood there, staring at Alaric under the pouring rain with his suit barely shielding us both, I saw that vulnerability in his eyes. And I couldn't even begin to describe what I felt in that moment, or what exactly went through my mind… but what I was certain of was this:I wanted to take care of this man. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to be there for him. Just as he had been there for me.The heavy rain was all we could hear as our breaths mingled, and as I watched that almost desperate look flash across Alaric’s eyes, he held me tighter, as if letting go would mean losing me altogether. But I had no intention of slipping out of his arms.I had never wanted to be with anyone the way I wanted to be with him. Not with Leon. Not even w