Chapter 8

ISABELLA'S POV

I wake up wrapped in heat. Ethan’s large body is curled around mine, with one heavy arm draped possessively over my waist, his palm is still cupping my breast even in sleep. His morning erection presses thick and insistent against the curve of my ass. The ache between my thighs is a constant, delicious reminder of how many times he claimed me yesterday.

For a moment, I let myself pretend this is real. That this is not a contract and that it is not remaining five weeks until I walk away. This is just a husband holding his wife but that is not true.

Then he stirs, nuzzling my neck in the process, his stubble scrapes my sensitive skin in that way that makes my core clench.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. His fingers tease my nipple, rolling it until it hardens. “You’re still here.”

“I said I would be.” I arch back against him, feeling his fat cock twitch against me.

He doesn’t waste time. His hand slides down my stomach and between my legs, finding me already wet. Two thick fingers glide through my folds, spreading our combined releases from last night before pushing inside me.

“You are so fucking soaked,” he growls against my ear. “This greedy little cunt still wants more after I ruined it all day yesterday.”

I moan, pushing back onto his fingers. He pumps them in and out slowly, curling against that perfect spot while his thumb circles my clit. The wet, filthy sounds fill the quiet bedroom even my moans.

ETHAN'S POV

I can’t stop touching her. Even after yesterday’s sex marathon ... after fucking her senseless in her room, then again in the shower ... my body still craves hers like she's air. The drug may have started it, but what I feel now is all me.

I roll her onto her back and settle between her thighs, spreading them wide. Her pussy is puffy and glistening, defintely marked by me. I drag my tongue slowly from her entrance to her swollen clit, savoring the taste of us. My stubble grazes her inner thighs as I devour her, sucking her clit hard while fucking her with three fingers.

Isabella cries out, her hips bucking against my face. I hold her down, and eat her like a man starved until she shatters, gushing on my tongue with a hoarse scream. I lap up every drop, then climb up her body and thrust my thick cock into her in one deep stroke.

“Fuck, Isabella,” I groan. “You are still so tight. Still sucking me in like you never want me to leave.”

ISABELLA'S POV

He bottoms out, the fat head of his elongated cock pressing firmly against my cervix. The stretch is perfect, almost too much. He starts moving in long, powerful strokes that make my breasts bounce up and down. He leans down, and suck one nipple hard into his mouth while pinching the other, his teeth grazes my sensitive peak.

The wet slap of his heavy balls against my ass echoes with every thrust. I wrap my legs around him, and dig my nails into his back as pleasure builds fast.

“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I am going to enjoy this life changing fuck because I know no one will or can fuck me like this ever again. I won't allow the thought of tomorrow or next five weeks weigh me down.

Ethan’s eyes darken as he pulls out, and flips me onto all fours, and slams back into me from behind. The new angle has him hitting me deeper, and pounding against my womb. One hand fists my hair, and pull my head back while the other spanks my ass hard, the sting blooms into heat.

“That’s my good little slut,” he growls, his voice filthy. “Taking your husband’s cock so deep. This married pussy belongs to me.”

He fucks me mercilessly, until I cum so hard, I squirt around his thick length, soaking the sheets. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through the overstimulation until I’m sobbing with pleasure.

ETHAN'S POV

I pull out of her and make her ride me. She sinks down onto my cock reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass bouncing as she takes every inch. I spank her red while guiding her hips, watching my thick shaft disappear into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck my tits again,” she gasps later, with her wrecked voice.

I lay her on her back, and straddle her chest, then I slide my cock between her full breasts. She pushes them together, licking the leaking head every time it bumps her lips. The sight is pure sin. I fuck her tits until I can’t hold back, then I move down and drive back into her pussy.

I begin to move slowly and deeply inside her. I kiss her like I’m drowning,our tongues tangle and fight each other, while rolling my hips against her clit. Her walls flutter around me.

“Come for me one more time, baby,” I whisper. “Let me feel you milk my cock.”

She shatters beautifully, crying out my name. I follow right after, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts of cum until it leaks out around my shaft.

We collapse together tangled and breathing hard. I keep her close, my cock still buried inside her as we come down.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I reach for it reluctantly.

ISABELLA'S POV

Ethan’s body tenses as he reads the message. His hand strokes my back soothingly, but his voice is serious.

“The security found something. A waiter at the bar slipped something into my drink. They’re pulling footage and tracing who he works for. It wasn’t random.”

I lift my head to look at him. “Natalie?”

His jaw clenches immediately. “Why will you think of her like that...though it is possibly connected to her. But I’m meeting my team in an hour.”

I nod, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach. “Go on. Handle it.”

He doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he kisses me deeply, and possessively, like he’s sealing something between us.

When he finally pulls out and heads to shower, I feel the loss immediately. Cum drips down my thighs as I watch his powerful back disappear into the bathroom.

I spend the day in a haze ... managing household things, answering emails, trying not to overthink. By evening, Ethan returns. His shoulders are tense, but his eyes soften when they land on me in the kitchen.

“They’re close,” he says, pulling me into his arms and kissing me senselessly. “But tonight… I don’t want us to think about it.”

He lifts me onto the kitchen island again ... the same place it all started ... and drops to his knees. This time it’s slower, more intentional. He worships my pussy with his mouth until I’m shaking, then fucks me right there, deep and steady, whispering against my neck.

“You’re mine, Isabella. Contract or not.”

Later, in his bed, he fucks me again ... spooning me from behind, with one leg lifted high as he thrusts into me lazily while sucking marks onto my shoulder. We come together quietly, intimately.

As I drift off in his arms, his hand resting possessively on my stomach, the reality settles heavier than ever.

Every touch, every filthy word, every tender moment after is making that deadline feel impossible.

And I’m terrified that when the time comes… I won’t want to leave even though he believes strongly that I can harm him but not Natalie.