Chapter 25 Having Him again
Isabella POV
I painted all day by the light of the window, and when it turned dark, I went out with a few friends to the bars. I saw a lot of good-looking guys, and a few even made passes at me, but knowing I was in a twisted situation made
me blow them off.
They shouldn’t get involved with me. I went home before midnight, slipped off my heels by the door, and then headed to my bedroom in my cocktail dress. Dante had been gone for three days. I didn’t hear anything from him, and I wasn’t sure when he would stop by.
I didn’t want to see his face, not ever again, but I did notice the changes in my body. The changes in my hormones. I was wet every night and every morning, and my mind drifted back to the memories I had of him. I might despise him for the monster he was, but there
was no denying my body craved his.
I missed that good sex every morning and every night.nI’d never been in a long-term relationship before, so having sex with the same person at regular intervals was new to me. I hooked up with my other boyfriends whenever the time arose, but we didn’t shack up together for days. on end. The shame killed me.
How could I want a man who held a knife to my throat? Who kidnapped me for days? Who wanted to kill my family?
I knew it was just physical, and if I could kill him I would, but that didn’t make me feel better about it. Only worse. I was just about to peel off my dress and get ready for bed when I heard the front door. It opened and shut casually, like someone had every right to walk
into my apartment like they owned it. I knew it was him.
The door was locked, but he obviously had a key. A key I never gave to him. I stilled in my bedroom, holding my breath as I listened to his footsteps on the hardwood floor. The steps became louder as he migrated to the bedroom. The sound indicated his heavy mass, his thick presence as he filled the apartment. I didn’t turn around to face the door, knowing he was standing there staring at
me. I could feel his crystal-blue eyes pierce through my body.
He was staring at me up and down, looking at my frame in the tight black dress. My breathing halted because I could feel him, and with anticipation, I felt him come closer to me.
His footsteps were light, but he was so close I could hear everything. Then I smelled his scent of snow, pine, and cologne mixed together.
I felt his heat afterward, his desire. He didn’t need to touch me to express his intentions. I could feel his arousal like I was standing next to a raging fire. He finally closed the space between us by pressing his chest against my back.
His lips moved to my ear, and his hands glided down my body, starting at my waist and sliding down my thighs. He reached the end of the dress then balled it in his fingertips, gathering it up until he slowly pulled it over my ass, revealing my cheeks in my thong. He left the dress at my waistline and breathed directly into my ear. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I closed my eyes and held my breath, feeling my body immediately betray me the second his hands were on me. My nipples hardened in the dress, and imagined the monster standing behind me, picturing the way he looked as he held me in his arms. His hand snaked around my waist and down my belly. He aimed for my panty line, and once he slipped inside the fabric, he kept going until he reached my
clit. He rubbed it just the way he did before, doing it better than I did when I was alone. He used two fingers to rub me good, forcing me to breathe deeply as I enjoyed the pleasure. His fingers picked up the arousal oozing from my
cunt, the wetness that was there before he walked in the door. But he knew it was for him. “You missed me too…”
Shame was still in my blood, but the arousal was much stronger. Now all I could think about was that big dick deep inside me. I went out to the bars hoping to meet a nice guy to have a fun evening with, but in the back of my
mind, I knew I wanted sex like this. Sex with this monster.
He gripped the back of my panties and pulled them down my ass as his fingers continued to rub me. He kept going until he moved to his knees and pulled them the rest of the way. His lips brushed against my legs on the way
down. I opened my eyes and gripped his shoulder for balance as he helped me out of
my thong.
When he rose to his feet, he lifted me with him. Like I was lighter than air, he carried me to bed. He set me down, leaving my dress on and bunched around my waist. He stood at the foot of my bed and pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled physique along with all his ink. “Spread your legs.”
My knees were pressed together, not out of rejection, but because it was the automatic position I took once I was on the bed. I kept my thighs pressed tightly together as I stared at him, watching him move to his jeans next. I was so wet for him that I could feel the moisture smear across the inside of my thighs. I simply did it out of defiance, wishing I didn’t feel this way about a man so evil.
“Don’t make me ask you again.” He undid his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers, revealing his fat cock. He was already oozing from the crown, just the way I was oozing for him all over my bed. My legs finally came away, opening. “Farther.”
I parted my ankles wider and pulled my knees back, making my body completely open to him. He could see all the details of my pussy, see the way my arousal gleamed in the lamplight. I held myself up on my elbows, selfconscious about my position but also turned on by the way he stared at me. Like he’d never seen anything sexier in his life. He grabbed his shaft and stroked himself with his fingers, pumping himself as one knee hit the bed. The entire mattress shifted under his weight.