Chapter 6

ISABELLA'S POV

The silk robe feels too thin against my skin as I walk away from the kitchen. Every step reminds me of last night ... the delicious ache between my thighs, the tender bruises on my hips where Ethan’s fingers dug in while he drove into me, the faint sting on my ass from his palm. My body still hums with the memory of being thoroughly, beautifully ruined. But my chest feels hollow.

I close the door to the guest room ... my room ... and lean against it, with my eyes closed. The white mug I left behind on the counter suddenly feels like the only piece of me in this entire penthouse. And even that suddenly seems pathetic.

He thinks I drugged him. That I would do such thing for what exactly...sex?

After everything ... after I came apart on his tongue in the kitchen like a slut,  he fucked me against the window with the city lights glittering below anyone that looked carefully enough could see me, after he held me down till dawn while his cock finally softened inside me ... he still sees me as a problem to be managed. Our sex has become a contract complication.

I sink onto the edge of the bed, pulling my robe tighter. Sofia’s call from yesterday echoes in my head. Natalie Brooks. The gala. The way Ethan’s control shattered the moment he walked through the door last night. Someone did this to him. But it wasn’t me.

A bitter laugh escapes me. Of course he assumed it was me. In his world, everyone has an agenda. Including his contract wife.

I stand and start moving on autopilot. I pull out the small suitcase I keep in the closet ... the one I’ve quietly prepared for the day this arrangement eventually ends. I fold clothes with immediate movement, the same way I’ve managed this household for two years. But my hands tremble when I pick up the dress I wore yesterday, it is still smelling faintly of him.

A knock on the door makes me freeze.

“Open the door, Isabella.”

His voice is low and controlled. The same tone he used this morning while suggesting I get the morning-after pill like it was a business expense.

I don’t answer. I continue folding.

The door opens anyway. Ethan stands there, with his jacket off, and his sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful man who just spent the morning rebuilding his walls. His eyes flick to the suitcase, then to me. Something dark flashes across his face.

“Going somewhere?”

I meet his gaze. “Eventually. Five weeks, remember? Or did last night make you forget the terms of our contract too?”

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. The room suddenly feels too small. His scent ... cedar and clean soap ... fills the space and my body reacts traitorously, a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs.

“I shouldn’t have assumed it was you,” he says after a long pause. The admission sounds like it costs him. “But last night… that wasn’t normal. Someone slipped me something or sprayed something on me. At the office or the bar. I’m having it investigated.”

I fold another blouse, refusing to look at him. “And until then, I’m still the convenient suspect. And the convenient hole you fucked senseless last night.”

His jaw clenches. In two strides he’s in front of me, tilting my chin up with firm fingers. His touch burns.

“You think I didn’t want it?” His voice drops, rough and dangerous. “You think the drug was the only reason I buried my face between your thighs the second I smelled you? The only reason I couldn’t stop fucking you until you fainted on my cock?”

My breath catches. and heat immediately floods my core.

ETHAN'S POV

I don't even know why I blurted that out but when she looks at me with those dark eyes, I can see that she is hurt, angry, and still so fucking horny. The sight undoes the fragile control I rebuilt this morning. I can still taste her on my tongue. Feel the way her pussy clenched around me when she came for the tenth time. To hell with my self control and common reasoning.

I back her against the bed until her knees hit the mattress. She sits, staring up at me.

“Last night I felt you in my womb, Ethan,” she whispers, her voice trembling with both pain and desire. “You called me yours while you filled me. And this morning you wanted to erase it. For fuck sake I felt you where I never thought it was possible and after all that you...”

I don’t deny it or make any sound. Instead, I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing the silk robe open. Her thighs part for me instinctively. She’s bare underneath, still swollen and puffy from last night.

I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting the mix of her arousal and possible remnants of my cum. My stubble scrapes her sensitive inner thighs exactly the way she liked last night. Isabella gasps, fingers threading through my hair.

“Ethan...”

I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while I slide two thick fingers deep inside her. She’s still so wet. So ready. I curl my fingers against that spot that makes her thighs shake and devour her like a starving man.

ISABELLA'S POV

Pleasure crashes through me. I moan loudly, rocking my hips against his face as he eats me with hunger. The wet sounds of his tongue and fingers fill the room. He adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping faster while sucking hard on my clit.

I come hard, gushing on his tongue, crying out his name. He doesn’t stop ... he laps up every drop, groaning against my pussy like he can’t get enough.

He rises, shedding his shirt and pants in record time. His fat, elongated cock springs free, thick and leaking, the head angry and swollen. He strokes it once, his eyes locked on mine.

“On your back,” he commands.

I obey, spreading my legs for him. He climbs over me, sucking one breast into his mouth hard while pinching the other. The sharp pleasure-pain makes me arch. Then he lines up and thrusts in deep in one powerful stroke.

I scream at the stretch as he bottoms out, the fat head pressing firmly against my cervix.

“Feel that?” he growls, as he start to move in deep, punishing strokes that make the bed creak. “This is what you do to me. Drug or no drug.”

He fucks me relentlessly, sucking and biting my breasts, leaving fresh marks. Then he flips me onto all fours and takes me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, while the other one start rubbing my clit. I cum again, soaking his cock.

We move together like animals with him pounding me into the mattress, then me riding him reverse cowgirl, my ass bounces each time he spanks me till my ass is red. He fucks my tits, sliding his slick cock between them while I lick the head, then I suck him deeply, using his cock to fuck my throat gently.

Hours blur into one as he takes me against the wall, in the small en-suite shower where hot water cascades over us as he lifts me and drives upward into my pussy, then back on the bed in slow, grinding motion then he kisses me deeply, tangling tongues.

By the time we collapse, I’m a trembling, cum-filled mess again. Ethan pulls me against his chest, still buried inside me, breathing hard.

“I don’t know what last night was,” he murmurs against my hair, his voice hoarse. “But I’m not done with you, Isabella. Not by a long shot. This east you awaken you must tame it.”

I close my eyes, too spent and emotionally raw to answer. His hand strokes my back possessively as the afternoon light shifts across the room.

The contract still stands that I know for sure. Five weeks until I walk away.

But right now, wrapped in my husband’s arms with his cum leaking down my thighs, walking away feels harder than ever. Will I ever find the strength to walk away when the time comes?