Chapter 7

ISABELLA'S POV

The afternoon light has shifted into early evening by the time we finally surface. My body feels heavy, deliciously used, and sore in all the right places. Ethan’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his cock still half-hard and nestled against my ass. I can feel the sticky evidence of our repeated releases between my thighs.

I should feel victorious. Instead, I feel raw.

He stirs behind me, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the nape of my neck. His stubble grazes my skin, sending a fresh shiver through me.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmurs, his voice rough from hours of growling filthy praises against my ear.

I turn in his arms. His dark eyes meet mine ... to my surprise his eyes are no longer cold, but still they are guarded, such a complicated feeling.

“I’m still leaving in five weeks, Ethan.”

His jaw tightens. For a moment I think he’ll pull away, rebuild his towering walls. Instead, he rolls me onto my back and settles between my thighs, and place his heavy cock to resti against my swollen, sensitive pussy.

“Not tonight at least,” he says. The words sounds like both a promise and a threat.

He kisses me deeply, his tongue stroking mine with surprising tenderness before it turns hungry. His hand slides down, cupping my breast, while his thumb circle my stiff nipple before pinching it just hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth.

ETHAN'S POV

She’s addictive. The way she opens for me, the way her body still responds to me even after I’ve fucked her senseless twice today. I know I should stop. I should go back to the study, investigate who the hell slipped me something yesterday, and reinforce the boundaries of this contract especially after she reminded me of the end of our contract. But the moment I tasted her mouth in attempt to shut her up and make to not spoil my mood, something in me snapped all over again.

I kiss down her body slowly, savoring every inch. I suck one full breast into my mouth, my tongue flicking the nipple while my hand kneads the other. Isabella arches, and her fingers threads through my hair. I move lower, while spreading her thighs wide.

Her pussy is puffy, and glistening with our combined cum. I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting us together ... it is salty, sweet, and filthy. My stubble scrapes her inner thighs as I devour her, sucking her clit and fucking her with two thick fingers.

“Ethan… oh god,” she moans, rolling her hips against my face. This is exactly how I want her to be, whenever she opens her mouth I want it to be because of the pleasure she's recieving not because she suddenly remembers our situation.

I add a third finger, curling them deep, and stroking that spot that makes her tremble. She comes beautifully, gushing on my tongue with a broken cry. I lap up every drop, then climb back up and slide my fat cock into her in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck,” I groan. She’s still so tight, and so wet, and her walls keeps fluttering around me. “This pussy surely was made for me.”

ISABELLA'S POV

He fucks me slowly and deeply at first, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick cock plunging into my cum-filled cunt fill the room. I wrap my legs around his waist, and pull him deeper, feeling the fat head kiss my cervix with every thrust.

Then is as if his control slips. He pins my wrists above my head and starts pounding me harder, the bed slams against the wall. He sucks and bites my breasts, leaving fresh marks while whispering dirty words against my skin.

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch. Milk my cock like the perfect little wife you are.”

I cum again, clenching hard around him. He flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and takes me from behind in deep, powerful strokes. One of his hand fists my hair, while the other reaches around to rub my clit furiously. The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me relentlessly.

I lose track of time as he goes on to fuck me on the floor, this has my knees digging into the plush carpet as he rails me from behind. Then he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap, making me face away from him in a reverse cowgirl position. I ride him hard, my ass bounces and jingle, while I move and pinches my nipples at the same time.

“Fuck my tits,” I beg breathlessly. I am mortified by what I said...how will see me now?

He pulls out, lays me on my back, and straddles my chest. His heavy, slick cock slides between my breasts as I push them together for him. The fat head bumps my lips with every thrust. Seeig that he fulfills my request I decided to grow more shameless. I start to lick and suck the tip of his cock eagerly, tasting myself on him.

He groans, his eyes dark with lust, then he moves down and slides back into my pussy. We begin to go slowly again ... sensual, almost tenderily in a missionary position. He kisses me deeply, grinding against me, while cupping my face with his hand.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers. “So wet. So mine. to use”

I cum onece again this time, it is softer...as if I just squirted, I cling to him as he finally spills inside me with a deep groan, flooding my womb with his hot, thick release.

We collapse together, sweaty and spent. Ethan pulls me against his chest, stroking my hair.

“I’m having security review the footage of my day yesterday and even that of my office meetings,” he says quietly after a long silence. “Whoever did this… I’ll find them.”

I trace a finger over the hard planes of his chest. “And when you do?”

His arm tightens around me. “I will personally deal with them.”

Ethan has spoil me for any other man...although he hasn't trust me that should be my cue to save my ass but here I am already marked with his stamp. And I don't think he knows that. I just hope he will keep this energy if he finds out that Natalie drugged him.

ETHAN'S POV

I hold her close, breathing in her scent. The investigation is already underway, I had made some discreet calls while she was asleep earlier. But right now, with her cum-drenched body pressed to mine, the thought of her being the one that drugged me feels further away than ever.

I kiss her temple. “Stay in my bed tonight.”

She hesitates, and then nods.

We shower together later. I wash her gently, then press her against the tiles and fuck her slowly under the hot spray, while her legs wraps around my waist as water cascades over us. She comes with my name on her lips, and I fill her again and again.

By the time we return to my bed ...*our* bed tonight ... the city lights sparkle outside the windows. I pull her back against my chest, my hand possessively cupping her breast, as my cock nestled between her thighs. I purposely did not bother looking for a cloth for us to wear.

Five weeks.

The thought should bring relief. Instead, it feels like a countdown I suddenly want to stop. Since this is it I must make the most out of it, who knows....

Isabella falls asleep first, exhausted and sated. I lie awake longer, listening to her breathing, the weight of everything settling over me.

Someone tried to manipulate me yesterday. They succeeded in tearing down my walls.

But the real danger might be the woman now sleeping peacefully in my arms, the one making me question whether those walls were ever worth keeping up in the first place.