Chapter 18

ISABELLA’S POV

Sofia refuses to take no for an answer.

 

“You need a night out,” she says firmly, already pulling out clothes from my closet. “You’ve been tense for weeks. The twins are with the nanny. Your father is stable. We’re going out.”

 

I argue for a while, but she wins. An hour later we walk into one of the city’s most exclusive clubs. The music is loud, the lights low and pulsing. And for the first time in a long while, I let myself relax. We dance, laugh, and drink just enough to feel light. Men approach us throughout the night. Most I politely decline. But one, tall and handsome guy with an easy smile, is more persistent. He buys us drinks and tries to start a conversation.

 

I am about to turn him down when a familiar presence cuts through the crowd.

ETHAN’S POV

I am in the VIP section with Julian when I see her. Isabella

 

She is on the main floor, dancing with Sofia, looking more alive and free than I have seen her in years. Then a man approaches her just like the others that have been approaching her. He leans in close, smiling, looking clearly interested. But even after she has clearly shown that she is not intrested he still persisted awaking a dark and possessive feeling in my chest so fast it steals my breath.

 

I move before I can fully think about it.

 

I reach them just as the man places a hand on her waist. I immediately step between them without hesitation.

 

“She’s not interested,” I say, with a low and cold voice.

 

The man looks me up and down, must have recognize me, because he wisely steps back. He mutters something and disappears into the crowd.

 

Isabella’s eyes flash with pure irritation.

 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snaps.

 

“Saving you from a waste of time.”

 

“I don’t need saving. Especially not from you.”

 

We begin to argue right there on the edge of the dance floor, though our voices are low but sharp. As the music around us covers our voices. The tension that has been building for weeks finally snaps. One second we are arguing. The next, my hand is in her hair and my mouth is on hers.

ISABELLA’S POV

The kiss is hungry and angry and inevitable. I hate how easily my body responds to his touch. His hands grip my waist, pulling me against him. I fist the front of his shirt and kiss him deeper, tasting the whiskey and heatunder his breath and three years of unfinished business.

He breaks the kiss only long enough to lead me through a side door and into one of the private rooms. The door locks behind us with a solid click and the music becomes a distant, throbbing pulse.

We didn't bother to speak.

Rather he backs me against the wall and kisses me again, going in deeper this time. His hands roams under my dress, sliding up my thighs until his fingers find the lace of my panties. He groans when he feels how wet I already am. He slips his thick finger beneath the fabric and strokes through my folds.

“Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth. “Still so responsive.”

I bite his lower lip in answer. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them against my sensitive spot while his thumb circles my clit. My head falls back against the wall as I loose my sense of reasoning and pleasure builds inside me fast and sharp. He pleasures me with skilled, relentless strokes until my thighs tremble and I come so hard around his fingers, gasping his name. This is a feeling I have not had in a while, I can't bring myself to this height and no man has been able to tickle my fancy as to see me like this.

He doesn’t give me time to recover. He drops to his knees, yanks my panties down, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue is like a runaway child that returns home, it is hot and greedy, licking and sucking my swollen clit while his fingers continue to pump inside me. The rough scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs sends sparks through my body. I come again, thighs clamping around his head, hands buried in his hair.

He stands, and his eyes is darken with lust, he turns me around so I am facing the wall and I can hear the sound of his belt and zipper. I immediately feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke. I cry out at the stretch. He is so thick, and so long, maybe it is because I have forgotten how he felt inside me or he had gotten bigger.

He starts fucking me with deep, powerful strokes, with one hand braced on the wall beside my head, and the other gripping my hip. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. He reaches around to rub my clit while he pounds into me.

He pulls out of me, leads me to the wide couch, and sits down. I climb onto his lap and sink down onto his cock, taking every inch of him. I ride him hard, while bracing my hands on his chest, my breasts bounces with every movement. He immediatly latches on one and starts to sucks the nipple into his mouth, biting gently, while his hands guide my hips. The angle lets him hit deeper. I shatter immediately, shaking, and he follows soon after, flooding me with hot, thick pulses of cum.

We collapse together for only a moment before he flips me onto my back. He is still unbelivably hard. He spreads my legs wide and thrusts back in, going slower this time, and grinding deeply. His eyes stay locked on mine as he fucks me with long, deliberate strokes. One hand cups my breast, as his thumb circle the nipple. His other reaches between us to stroke my clit.

He turns me onto my stomach and takes me from behind, holding my hair in his fist, as his other hand reach under me to rub my oversensitive clit. I moan into the cushion while he pounds into me, the wet, filthy sound of his cock moving through our combined releases filling the room rendering me weak. 

We collapse together, sweaty and spent. At some point we doze off on the wide couch, with ourlimbs tangled, and his cock still inside me.

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I wake first to the quiet private room. Ethan is still asleep beside me, with one arm thrown across my waist. The memory of what we did crashes over me in a wave of heat and horror. My body aches in the most intimate places. I carefully slide out from under his arm, gather my clothes, and dress as quickly and silently as I can.

I slip out of the club without looking back.

On the way home I stop at a pharmacy and buy the morning-after pill. I take it the moment I get into my car, swallowing it with a bottle of water, I can't go through this second time. The guilt sits heavy in my stomach alongside the lingering pleasure.

At home I strip off last night’s clothes and stand under a scalding shower for a long time, trying to wash the scent of him off my skin. It doesn’t fully work. My body still throbs with the memory of how thoroughly he took me, against the wall, on the couch, from behind, over and over until I could barely move.

I dry off, put on clean clothes, and try to shake the night from my mind. The twins will be up soon. I need to be present for them. I need to forget how easily I lost control. I can't believe that the first night I decided to take a breather, I feel into past.

ETHAN’S POV

I wake up to find myself alone.

 

The private room is empty. Her side of the couch is still warm. I sit up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. The taste of her is still on my tongue. The memory of her body moving on mine is vivid and raw.

 

She ran.

 

Of course she did.

 

I dress quickly and leave the club. I already know where she lives, my people found the address days ago. I drive straight there. To hell with civility.

 

When I knock, she opens the door looking furious and slightly panicked.

 

“You can’t be here,” she says immediately.

 

“We need to talk.”

 

“No. We don’t. Last night was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

 

I step closer. “Isabella...”

 

“Not today,” she cuts in, her voice sharp with fear. “I need you to leave. Right now. Come back another day if you insist, but not today.”

 

Something in her expression stops me. She is not just angry. She is afraid of me discovering something.

 

I study her for a long moment, then nod once.

 

“Fine. Another day.”

 

I turn and walk back to my car. As I drive away, I glance at the house one more time. Whatever she is hiding, I will find out eventually.

 

But for now, I will give her the space she so demanded.

 

Even if every part of me wants to turn around and demand the truth.