Chapter 9

ISABELLA'S POV

The next few days blurs into a dangerous rhythm, settling into a tense, addictive pattern that both thrills and terrifies me

The mornings start with Ethan waking me by sliding his thick cock between my thighs from behind, fucking me slowly and deeply while spooning me. Afternoons often end with him bending me over his desk in the study after his calls, railing me until I have to bite my arm to stay quiet. The evenings… the evenings are when he truly unleashes his beast.

Tonight is no different.

Like usually I’m in the kitchen again ... the same island where everything began ... chopping vegetables for dinner when Ethan comes up behind me. His hands slide under my loose dress, cupping my bare breasts. No bra...well he trained me well in the last few days.

“No panties either,” he growls approvingly, pinching both nipples until I gasp. “Good girl.”

He spins me around, lifts me onto the island, and drops to his knees in one fluid motion. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue is relentless ... in long, slow licks followed by rapid flicks on my clit. Two thick fingers push inside me, curling instantly against my G-spot while he sucks my swollen nub hard.

“Ethan...fuck!” I cry out, as I grip his hair with my fingers. My hips grind shamelessly against his mouth. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me echo off the marble. Well I am getting used to this.

He adds a third finger, stretching me so wide, as he pumps faster. I come hard, my thighs trembling around his head, while gushing onto his tongue. He groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and laps up every drop.

ETHAN'S POV

I stand, freeing my fat, throbbing cock. She’s already dripping, flushed, and perfect. I thrust into her in one brutal stroke, bottoming out against her cervix. Gosh I am addicted to her no matter how much I want to claim to be clear headed, but I know that I am strong enough to get rid of her when the time comes.

“Feel how deep I am, baby?” I growl, before I start to pound into her right there on the island. Her tits bounce with every powerful thrust, tempting me and calling on me. I lean down and suck one nipple hard, biting it just enough to make her clench around me. “This pussy still so greedy after I filled it twice today.”

The slap of skin on skin is loud and filthy. I fuck her mercilessly, with one hand on her throat, while the other rub her clit. She comes again, squirting around my cock, soaking my shirt and the counter.

I pull out, flip her over, and bend her across the island. From behind I slam back in, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise her as I fuck her. I enjoy the sight of her ass rippling with every deep thrust.

ISABELLA'S POV

He fucks me through another orgasm, then carries me ... still impaled on him ... to the living room. He sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap facing him. I ride him hard, bouncing on his thick length while he sucks my breasts ravenously, leaving fresh hickeys.

“Fuck my tits,” I moan. Gosh I enjoy the feeling.

He lays me on the coffee table, straddles my chest, and slides his slick cock between my breasts. I push them together tightly as he thrusts, the fat head bumping my lips. I lick and suck eagerly, tasting myself on him.

He can’t hold back long. He moves down, spreads my legs wide, and drives back into my pussy in missionary on the table. The new surface makes every thrust hit harder. He pins my wrists above my head and fucks me with deep, grinding strokes, while kissing me possessively.

“Come with me,” he commands.

We shatter together. I feel his cock pulse as he floods me with hot, thick cum, filling me until it leaks out around him.

But he’s not done. These days he doesn't seem to get enough.

He carries me upstairs to his bedroom, lays me on the floor, and eats me again ... slowly and sensually this time, his tongue soothing my oversensitive folds while his stubble continues to tease my thighs. Then he puts me on all fours and takes me doggy style, slow and deep, grinding against my ass.

Later, in the shower, he lifts me against the tiles and fucks me, water cascade over our joined bodies as I cling to him. We finish in bed in a lazy, tender spooning sex where he whispers filthy praises and sweet nothings against my ear until we both expend softly.

ETHAN'S POV

I hold her close afterward, my hand resting on her stomach, my cock still nestled inside her warmth. The investigation update came in earlier: the waiter was hired by someone connected to Natalie’s modeling agency. The motive is unclear, but it points to her or someone trying to create chaos ... perhaps hoping the drug would make me reckless in public or with her. Pathetic

I haven’t told Isabella the full details yet.

She shifts against me, voice sleepy. “Any news on who did it?”

I kiss her shoulder. “We’re close. It wasn’t random. But tonight, it’s just us.”

She turns in my arms, eyes searching mine. “And in weeks to come?

The question hangs heavy. I pull her tighter instead of answering her, burying my face in her hair. The thought of her walking away now feels unbearable. These past days ... the way she takes me so perfectly, the way she looks at me after I’ve ruined her ... have cracked something deep inside me.

But I am in real problem named Isabella.

These past days I’ve been inside her constantly .... eating her pussy until she squirts, fucking her tits, pounding her against walls, in the shower, on the floor. She takes everything I give and still looks at me like I hung the moon. It terrifies me.

I can’t afford to feel this. The contract has an end date. Feelings complicate exits. And I don’t do complications.

ISABELLA'S POV

I wake in the middle of the night to Ethan’s mouth on my breast. He’s already hard again, sliding into me in the darkness. This sex is slow, almost desperate. He makes love to me in a missionary style, with his eyes locked on mine, grinding deeply into me while kissing me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

When we come together, I cling to him, as tears prick my eyes.

I’m falling. Hard.

And the contract deadline is ticking closer every day.

The next morning, while Ethan is in his study on a call, I receive a message from Sofia with new photos from the gala. Natalie is in them ... standing too close, while watching Ethan with possessive hunger.