Chapter 3

ISABELLA'S POV

I’m curled up on the high stool at the kitchen island, with my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, when Sofia’s voice drops the bomb.

“Bella, I saw them. At the gala two nights ago. Natalie Brooks was all over him...touching his arm, laughing too close to him and whispering in his ear like she belonged there. It looked so… intimate.”

My stomach twists, but I keep my voice steady. “Sof, it’s nothing. You know how these events are. She’s just a model networking. Ethan and I are fine. Really. There’s nothing going on between them.”

I don’t even believe myself anymore, but I need to say it out loud.

The front door clicks open. I glance up just as Ethan steps in, jacket slung over his arm, and his tie loosened. His eyes find me immediately. But something in his gaze is different tonight...it is darker, and hungrier. He doesn’t say a word. He just stares at me.

I force a small laugh for Sofia. “See? You’re worrying over noth...”

Ethan drops his jacket on the couch and stalks toward me like a predator. My breath catches.

“...nothing,” I finish weakly.

His scent hits me first...cedar, whiskey, and something purely masculine that makes my thighs press together. He stops behind me, so close I can feel the heat of his body. Then his large hands settle on my waist.

“Baby…” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

I freeze. 'Baby?' He’s never called me that.

Sofia is still talking, but the words blur as Ethan dips his head and presses his lips to my hair, inhaling deeply. His mouth trails down to my neck, hot and open-mouthed. He nibbles my shoulder through my thin silk robe, then sucks hard enough to make me jolt.

“Ethan...” I whisper sharply, trying to sound normal. “Sofia, I swear, it’s just work stuff. He’s not… ah...”

His hand slides inside my robe, cupping my bare breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardens instantly. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

ETHAN'S POV

Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me tonight?

The moment I walked in and caught Isabella’s scent...sweet, warm, feminine...it slammed into me like a drug. My cock hardened instantly, throbbing against my zipper. Two years of keeping her at arm’s length, and suddenly I can’t remember why.

She’s on the phone, trying so damn hard to sound casual while I kiss her neck. Her skin tastes like sin. I tug the robe open fully, exposing her perfect tits to the cool air. She’s not wearing anything underneath. Good girl.

I pinch both nipples, rolling them between my fingers as I bite down gently on her shoulder. A tiny whimper escapes her immediately lightening up my already boiling blood.

I spin the stool, drop to my knees, and spreading her legs wide right there at the kitchen island.

“Ethan, I’m on the ph...oh my God...”

I bury my face in her pussy like a starving man. She’s already soaked. I groan against her folds, licking her from her entrance to her clit in a long, filthy strokes. Her free hand flies to my hair, gripping tight as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth.

ISABELLA'S POV

“...Sofia, I have to go. Something came up...yes, I’m fine...talk later!”

I barely hang up before the phone clatters onto the island. Ethan’s tongue is merciless...lapping, sucking, and fucking me with his two thick fingers while his mouth devours my clit. My robe is hanging off my shoulder, and my legs are spread obscenely on the stool.

“Fuck...Ethan! Right there...yes!”

He growls against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me. He adds a third finger, curling them against that spot that makes me see stars. I come hard, my thighs shaking, as I keep flooding his mouth with my juices. He doesn’t stop, rather he keeps licking me through my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess.

He rises, spins me around, and bends me over the kitchen island. In one brutal thrust, he buries his thick cock inside me to the hilt.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “So fucking tight. This pussy has been teasing me for two years. It is mine now.”

He begins to fuck me like an animal... in a deep, punishing strokes that slap loudly against my ass. One hand fists my hair, and the other smacks my ass hard.

“Tell me how it feels, wife. Tell me whose cock is stretching this greedy cunt.”

“Yours!” I cry out. “It’s yours, Ethan...fuck me harder!”

He does. He rails me on the island until my legs give out, then he carries me...still impaled on his cock...to the living room couch. He sits down with me straddling him and forces me to ride him, while his hands keeps gripping my hips, slamming me down onto his length over and over.

“Look at you,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust. “Bouncing on your husband’s cock like a desperate little slut. So much better than any other pussy I’ve had.”

I can't really place my hands on what makes him to be this way tonight but at this moment I don't really care.

ETHAN'S POV

I can’t get enough. Every position, every room...I need more.

I flip her onto her hands and knees on the rug, pounding her from behind while she screams my name. Then I carry her up the stairs but I  can’t wait. Halfway up, I pins her against the banister, lifts one of her legs, and fucks her while standing there. The railing digs into her back as I thrusts upward, hitting her womb with every stroke. She suck on my neck and chest, tasting my salty skin, while I fingers her clit.

By the time we reach my bedroom, she’s shaking, covered in sweat and my marks. I tie her wrists to the headboard with my belt and eat her again until she squirts on my tongue. Then I enter her, deeply and slowly, before switching to prone bone, grinding into her with my full weight.

She comes again and again...sobbing, moaning, and begging...until her body finally gives out. She collapses, limp and thoroughly fucked, her eyes fluttering shut.

I kiss her softly on the forehead, pull the covers over her spent body, and head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

I step into the shower, stroking my thick cock furiously. The water cascades over me as I jerk off thinking of her tight, dripping pussy. I come hard, painting the tiles with thick fluid of cum… but it’s not enough. My cock stays rock hard. That’s when it hits me, what I have tried to put off since I walk into the parlour... the strange haze, the uncontrollable lust. Someone drugged me. And fuck, I don’t even care. not now maybe later. I mean if I don't know notice it till now then I am underserving of my name.

I dry off quickly and return to the bedroom, my penis still throbbing.

ISABELLA'S POV

I wake to the most exquisite sensation...Ethan’s hot mouth devouring my oversensitive pussy. His tongue laps me slowly and sensually, while two fingers gently pump inside me. His stubble grazes my swollen folds and thighs, sending sparks through my body.

“Ethan…” I moan weakly.

“Another round, baby,” he murmurs, voice husky. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” "Moreover you have to pay for what you did."

He looks up, eyes dark with lust. "And I’m going to fuck you until sunrise.”

He comes up, and begins to suck both my pearls hungrily, leaving fresh marks on it as he alternates between them, then he spreads my legs and slides his fat cock back into my cum-soaked pussy, fucking me slowly and deeply while grinding his cock against my clit.

I’m sore, and oversensitive, but the pleasure is overwhelming. He fucks me slow and deep at first, then harder, whispering filthy praises in my ear.

“You take my cock so well, Isabella. Look how your pussy grips me. Greedy for my cum, aren’t you?”

He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and takes me from behind again, his hand reaches around to rub my clit. I come immediately with a broken moan.

“That’s my good little cumslut. Milk my cock with this sweet pussy. I’m going to fill you until you’re leaking me for days.”