Chapter 22 - His

Isabella was staring at the intelligent, stunning and sporadically tender man, her husband, reflecting if that was what destiny had in store for her.

A few days ago, she was just Isabella... Isabella Duarte.

A waitress who lived in a rental one-room apartment in Madrid. Perhaps a bit of a loner, as she had absolutely no dear friend or family, yet she was independent and perfectly satisfied with how life was going at that particular time.

Even if most girls her age went from party to party and took everything for granted, even if she had to work for every single thing in her life, she was content that way.

And now... Now she found challenging to even breathe normally while a whole new identity was handed to her, someone who was not her, someone who would be in the position to shower in money if that was her ambition, who would attend galas and host business receptions, who would have a car at her disposal with a personal driver.

‘For God’s sake, someone who will have a helicopter and a private jet. This is not me, no. I’m not this person, I’m not!’

She peered at the unearthly gorgeous man with spellbinding eyes of clouded sky color, who was staring back at her, piercing her soul with his scorching gaze.

“Do you love me?” She could feel anger burning ferociously in her eyes, and of course she did not expect ‘yes’ as a response, they just met. What she aspired to, or better, what she was determined to do was pressuring him to perceive the entire situation as it was, genuinely absurd.

She was also enraged, ergo her tone mirrored her emotions, he erased her identity like it was nothing, yet it was everything to her.

“What?” His forehead creased and his shoulders tensed, consternation was painted all over his handsome features. He did not see it coming and she could tell why, she was as well surprised at herself, but she had too many on her plate, one fiasco following another.

‘I’m done. I’m getting really tired of everything.’

“Do you even like me? I do know you feel attracted to me, oh that you showed me multiple times.” She pushed forward.

“What’s gotten into you?” He demanded looking around at all the people surrounding them, unhappy with her angry tone.

The place was packed with patients, families of patients and even hospital staff. She was aware and she did regret choosing that time and location, but she reached breaking point hearing him bluntly talking about how he owned her, how she was his property or something similar.

‘I am truly sorry for the disturbance, I am, but I had enough.’

“Where is that woman, the love of your life? Does she know that you are married now? Is she okay with the idea?” She carried on.

“No.” His mouth pinched shut as though he was holding back what he really craved to say, and what she wished was for him to speak his damn mind once and for all.

“’No’ what? ‘No’, she doesn’t know or ‘no’, she is not okay with the idea? What kind of sick twisted people are you? You think that you can buy other people? You take advantage of their vulnerable moments to make them sign their lives to you? Am I the first one or have you done this before? Tell me! Tell me now!” She accused, slamming her fists against his sturdily fit chest.

People watched them with avid interest, the way they would watch a reality show. Yet she didn't seem to give a damn.

“Isabella!” He gripped her elbow and the moment he touched her, waves of heat invaded her body.

A soft moan escaped her mouth, and she was annoyed at herself. She pressed her lips together to hold back screams of frustration caused by the flaming effect a simple touch of his had on her treacherous body.

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t more thoughtful, but this is who I am and I don’t want to pretend that I’m someone else. Yet I should have been more considerate, you’ve been through a lot, you haven’t rested properly.” He admitted, studying every feature of her face, observing her reactions.

“No, don’t treat me like some kind of insane person.”

He sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“What, you did not hear all those questions I’ve thrown at you earlier? Are you deaf, Edmund, are you deaf? Or I am of no importance to you, therefore you do not even bother to listen to me?”

His eyes widened in shock, but his stupefaction was quickly replaced with some sort of empathy, needless to say it annoyed her even more.

“I didn’t say that.” He declared in a gentle tone.

“Answer me then!” She bit her lower lip in frustration, and distinguished raw hunger in his penetrating gaze.

Without any sort of warning, he crashed his lips against hers. One second, she expressed her complaints and demanded answers, the other, his tongue was in her mouth and he took his sweet time exploring it.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around his neck. She held on to him as if her life depended on it, forgetting about everything and everyone around them.

What she found weird was that her body cooled down from anger and at the same time was burning with other sorts of needs, urges that increased the moment he lowered his lips on her neck.

‘Oh, dear God!’

Edmund thought Isabella was a volcano of passion. He had never met anyone like her before and he doubted there was a single soul remotely similar to Isabella in the entire world.

He was not in a fit state to retaliate and he was surely not prepared for her outburst, but her torment seemed so devastating that he succumbed to the temptation to pull her into his arms and have another taste of her addictive lips, despite her generous number of accusations, despite everything.

Though she intended the opposite, her words triggered his cock to stir to life, nobody in his entire life confronted him, her misplaced passion turned him on to the point that he believed he would lose his mind if he didn't have her right that moment.

The second he hovered his lips on her neck and her entire body began to shiver, he knew that he’d die if he didn't bury himself in her as soon as possible. So he took a step back and checked the surroundings, everybody was staring at them in silence.

‘Fuck! We need to get out of here, we need some privacy.’

Her breaths were uneven, her face was flushed with embarrassment, yet her eyes were glittering with wild desire.

He cupped her face. “Isabella, let’s finish this conversation in private. Let’s talk in the car.”

She nodded in agreement.

Though it took them a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity passed until they got to the parking lot. He needed to have her, his cock was pulsating against his pants from the moment their lips melted together in the cafeteria.

He needed to know that she was his, that she belonged to him.

He explored the parking lot with his eyes to confirm that it was clear, that they were the only ones there.

There were no video cameras in the VIP section for it was difficult to have access there.

Once he had no doubt that they were alone, he grabbed her sweet ass and pushed her back against the car, gently spreading her legs to accommodate his body between them, where it belonged.

Her delicate moans touched his ears, increasing the pain in his hard member.

He lifted her dress just enough to see her panties of red color. He pushed them aside, his eyes feasting on the award.

‘Fuck! She is so fucking beautiful! And she is all mine!’