I approach her, stopping at about two arms’ length from her. “This is the information that is necessary for you to be aware of.” I pause, meticulously parsing through my phrasing to ensure I don’t tell her more than she needs to know. “Since moving here, you have become a target for individuals who seek to harm you. My security team informed me that they were present at the festival this afternoon. Because ofthat, you will not leave this property again until I deem it safe enough to do so. That means we will not travel to New York for the holiday to see your family. They will have to comehereif they choose to see you. Is all of this one hundred percent clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Isla’s eyes do a subtle drift away from and back to my face. “May I ask a question?”
I arch one eyebrow haughtily. “Thatwasa question, but I’ll allow another.”
Her deep russet eyes search mine. “Why are you still committed to protecting me after what I did to you?”
I draw back my chin. “I always keep my word, Duchess. Even to a two-faced, piece-of-shit woman who stabbed me in the back.” I narrow my eyes. “But this isn’t actually aboutyouat all. It’s about keeping my word to yourfather.”
Her throat pulses with a swallow. “Still, I appreciate it.”
“I don’t give a single, solitary fuck about your appreciation.” I cross my arms over my chest and stand taller as a means to remind her of my total control of her before I execute the first step of my ultimate revenge for her betrayal. “Now, tell me something.”
She offers a single nod.
There’s a slight twinge of anxiety in my gut. “Are you pregnant?”
Isla blanches, and her eyes drift again. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Very well.” I lift one finger in a flippant gesture at her. “Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes widen, and she hesitates, but then she compliantly stands up and starts peeling off the layers of sweater, t-shirt, jeans, and finally the lacy, matching bra and panties. She stands before me, hands clasped at her waist, shoulders subtly rising and falling like she’snervous, and that causes all of my nerves to electrify with resentment becausenone of it ever had to be this way.
It never should’ve been this way.
But the reason it is is because she destroyedeverything.
I wrap my hand around her elbow and walk her to the bed, where I stand right behind her and growl in her ear, “I have no interest in seeing your face while I do this, so you’re going to bend over this bed. You’re also not going to touch me, so find something to hold onto.”
The pace of her breathing does a sharp uptick, and Idon’tneed her to verbalizeconsentbecause everything about her body, which I amso veryfamiliar with, israwwith want.
Isla complies, albeit slowly, bending forward at the waist until her perfect, plump, apple-shaped ass is presented to me. All of the blood drains from my brain to my cock, causing it to strain painfully against my slacks, and I place my hands on her back, sweeping my palms down the line of her spine and over the curve of her hips.
I slide one hand down her ass and between her thighs, and she draws in a sharp breath. “Do you know what I’m doing right now, Duchess?”
“Yes, sir,” she answers in a quiet, restrained tone.
“No, you have ageneral ideaof what I’m doing right now.” I glide two fingers between the hot, swollen lips of her pussy, and just as I suspected.
Soaked.
My cock gets that much harder.
“I’m doing something very specific right now, Duchess.” I stroke her lips a few more times before rolling her clit between thumb and forefinger, and she whimpers. “You’ll never be able to guess what it is. But I will tell you that I’m going to do it every single night until I accomplish my end goal.”
I add my opposite hand to sink my fingers into her sex to stroke her internal hot spot, and Isla drops her face flat against the mattress and utters a guttural moan. “And you can attempt to deny it all you want, Duchess, but I know better. I know you want me to do this to you every single night, and I’m going to. So, you will prepare yourself for me.”
I stroke harder, circling her clit while simultaneously torturing her G-spot, and the little tremors inside her start to clamp around my fingers. Another moan drains from her, face still buried in the mattress.
I immediately withdraw my hands, robbing her of her release. “No, Duchess. I will not allow you to come unless you’re doing so whenIdo.” I hastily unbuckle my belt and unfasten my fly, freeing my throbbing cock and giving it a few hard, long strokes. Gripping her ass with one hand, I guide the head to her entrance to tease her again, gliding it slowly between her slick folds, and she isso fucking wet.
Shelovesthis. And that kind of makes me hate her more.
I release her ass and reach forward to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her face away from the mattress while I continue to stroke her pussy. “Did the worthless filth you cheated with ever manage to make you feel this good, Duchess?”
Isla pants rapidly. “I don’t know, sir. Probably not.”
“No,” I growl, driving my dick deep inside her, and I hold back a groan of pleasure. “Definitelynot.” I pull out slowly and then slam back into her, and she whimpers. “Theydefinitelydidn’t, did they?”
