Chapter 42: Isabelle

As I sit in the corner of my room on the cold, hard floor, my mind is racing with thoughts of fear and desperation. Fredia enters the room, but I can't bring myself to acknowledge her. Her presence doesn't change anything; it doesn't distract me from the overwhelming guilt and turmoil that consumes me. The mere thought of my husband with Cara, the woman he kidnapped, sickens me to my core. She was kind to me when we first met, and I can't shake the feeling that she doesn't deserve any of this. I always knew that my marriage would turn into a nightmare, with my own husband using me in his twisted game of a sadist. I know exactly what Alessandro is capable of, and I am terrified that he is doing the same things to Cara as he did to me. The physical and emotional abuse, the control and manipulation. But if I don't go back to him, he will surely kill Cara. And if I do go back, he will most likely kill me in the end. No matter what Liam and Declan have planned to save her, it won't work. They will lose their lives in the process. All to try and save my life by returning to my abuser, my life is not worth the three of theirs. I know deep down that I can't let Cara suffer the same fate as me, but I also can't bear the thought of going back to Alessandro. I am filled with self-doubt and regret. Regret for ever letting myself i could have hope. Regret for not protecting Cara, for not being strong enough to stop this madness. But I also know that I can't let Alessandro win. I can't let him break me. The only way to truly defeat him is to go back and face him, to stand up for myself and beg for Cara's freedom. But the thought of returning to that hellish life fills me with dread. Will I ever be able to escape this cycle of abuse? As I weigh my options on how I can get back without Liam finding out, I can't help but wonder if there is another way. A way to save both Cara and myself without sacrificing anyone's life. But deep down, I know that this is wishful thinking. In the end, there can only be one choice - my own life or the lives of others. I know what I must do now. I just need to figure out how.

*later that night.*

As I stand in front of the mirror, I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. I've never done anything like this before, but I know it's the only way to get Liam to let his guard down. And for once in my life, I want to feel something good. Even if it's just for a moment, I want to experience something real.

I glance at the clock and see that the sun is beginning to set behind the trees. This is my chance. I quickly undress and step into the shower, the warm water soothing my tense muscles. I take my time, making sure to wash every inch of my body. I even take extra care to shave my legs and between my legs, wanting to be as prim and proper as possible.

As I step out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and walk over to the vanity. I take out my makeup and carefully apply it, trying to enhance my features without looking too obvious. I put on a light floral perfume, hoping it will entice Liam.

I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. This is it. I'm about to do something that goes against everything I've been taught. But I can't help it. I want Liam to see me, really see me. And if that means breaking a few rules, then so be it.

I walk out of my bathroom still dressed in my towel and just like I thought he would be Liam is sitting on my bed. He looks up at me and I can see a hint of surprise in his eyes as he looks at me.

"Hey," I say, trying to sound casual.

"Is everything okay?" Liam asks, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Yeah." I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. I walk over to stand in front of him. With a shaky hand I go to unwrap the towel. Liam's hand comes up to stop me.

"What are you doing?," Liam asks. I can't help but feel rejected. But I can't let this stop me.

I know I need to make a move soon if I want this plan to work. So, I take a deep breath and lean in, pressing my lips against his.

To my surprise, Liam responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around me and deepening the kiss. For the first time in my life, I feel something real. Something that makes me forget about the constant fear and pain of my existence.

But just as quickly as it started, it ends. Liam pulls away, a look of guilt and confusion on his face. I can see the turmoil in his eyes as he struggles with his own emotions.

"Liam please." Thats all I can say. I can't not handle being rejected by him. I can't. I need one last good before I go back to hell. He must hear something in my voice.

"It's okay baby. I got you." And he starts kissing me again.

I remove my towel letting it slide down my body.

I had always been curious about sex and what it was like for other people, but the thought of actually experiencing something different than the violence that Alessandro gave me made me nervous. Liam has always been patient and understanding, and I knew he wouldn't be like what I have experienced. I believed him when he said he would take care of me.

As he moved me to lay on the bed, Liam's hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat emanating from him as he looked at me with desire in his eyes. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious, not only because I know my body holds scares but because I'm so unsure of what to do or how to please him.

But he seemed to sense my nervousness and gently pulled me towards him, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. As our tongues danced, I felt myself relax, letting go of all my inhibitions.

His hands moved down my body, his mouth following, stopping at my breasts, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned as he teased my nipples, and he smiled, knowing he was already driving me wild. The heat I have only felt one other time grows and so does the wetness between my legs. I can't help but to wiggle around and arch my back. I am not in control of my body.

But then, to my surprise, he moved lower, his lips kissing a trail down my body, his hands still caressing me. I'm not sure what he is doing and it causes me to tense up.

"Just relax baby, its okay." He tells me and he spreads my legs laying on his stomach in between them. He runs his hand up and down my thigh until he feels me relax. "Good girl."

Then he lowers his head to my apex. As his tongue flicked against my sensitive skin, I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my lips. Liam's skilled tongue and fingers drove me to new heights of pleasure, and I found myself losing control, surrendering myself to him completely.

I had never felt so alive, so consumed by pleasure. Liam's touch was gentle yet intense, and I found myself lost in the moment, no longer unsure or self-conscious. All that mattered was the pleasure I was feeling and the connection I shared with him.

My body begins to wither under him. The pressure I have only felt once before building deep inside of me. He keeps using his tongue to circle around my clit. I'm sweating and breathing harder than I ever have in my life. It's right there I can feel it wanting to burst. But something is missing.

"Liam." I moan begging that he understands what I can't understand myself. He does, of course he does. He brings one of his hand from where he was holding my thighs and circles it slowly around my opening gathering the wetness I can feel spilling out of me, before slowly slipping his finger inside of me. He finds a spot somewhere inside of me that makes my toes curl. Right as my body begins to shake even harder he sucks on my clit and I explode. Letting out a scream of euphoria. He slows his movements letting me ride out the wave.

Once I have come down he moves to climb up my body. I can see his face is wet from my juices, but instead of being embarrassed or ashamed. I get a new feeling, the heat starts to build again.

I know I was ready for more. I wanted no I needed him inside me, to feel him completely and to share this experience with him.

Liam sensed my readiness. But ever the gentleman he asks. "Are you sure about this?"

"Please, I need you."

He stands and removes his clothes, and I can't help but stare at him. He removes his shirt first and I see his chest. The amount of muscle he has should scare me, but it doesn't because I know he would never hurt me. Instead I want to run my hands over him. When he takes down his pants and his dick springs free I am robbed of all my breath. He is a lot bigger than I thought. I can't help that this is going to hurt. He sees me looking, he comes over and gets back between my legs.

"Don't worry, it might be uncomfortable at first, but I promise I won't hurt you."

He leans forward and kisses me, using one hand to reach between us to rub my clit and slowly enters me, his movements gentle and caring. With each thrust, I felt a new wave of pleasure wash over me, I never knew it could feel like this.

"Fuck, Isabelle you are so tight, you feel so fucking good." He says as he breaks our kiss dropping his head to my shoulders breathing just as heavy as me between kissing my neck.

Faster than I can imagine it would have happened I'm on the edge again.

"Liam" I say again, it seems the only word I can get out.

"I'm right there with you, love. Give it to me, cum again with me."

Like his words give my body exactly what it needs, my world explodes again.

"Good fucking girl." He growls as I feel him throb inside me with his own orgasm. And I don't feel anything negative for the term for the first time