The words tore out of her, ragged and furious, as if she could shout them into being less true.
Victoria took another step closer, her voice breaking now. “And I can’t ignore it anymore. I can’t ignoreyou.There’s something between us, something I don’t know how to control, and it terrifies me.”
The confession crashed into the room, leaving a silence so heavy it rang in Isabel’s ears.
Her jaw dropped, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to say something, anything—but the sight of Victoriaundone, mascara smudged, eyes bright with tears, knocked every word from her tongue.
Instead, her body moved on instinct.
She surged forward, closing the last sliver of space between them, her mouth finding Victoria’s in a kiss that was messy, desperate, and consuming. All the anger and heat, all the pent-up frustration, spilled out in that single collision.
Victoria pressed back instantly, meeting her with equal force, hands gripping at Isabel’s jacket as though she couldn’t bear to let go. Isabel gasped into her mouth, pulling her closer until the world outside the apartment may as well not have existed.
The kiss deepened fast, too fast, and Isabel didn’t care. Victoria’s mouth was hot and insistent against hers, tasting faintly of salt from tears and the sharp edge of wine she must have had before coming here. Isabel groaned, the sound raw in her throat, and slid her hands down Victoria’s sides, gripping her hips as if she could anchor herself in the storm.
Victoria clung back just as fiercely, fingers twisting into Isabel’s shirt, dragging her closer until their bodies pressed flush. The heat between them spiked, a spark roaring into flame.
Without breaking the kiss, Isabel bent, hooked her arms under Victoria’s thighs, and lifted. Victoria gasped into her mouth, startled, but her legs wrapped around Isabel’s waist instinctively, holding tight. Isabel carried her the few steps across the small space and set her down onto the counter, the edge pressing into the back of Victoria’s thighs.
Victoria’s hands flew to Isabel’s shoulders, then tangled into her hair, dragging her in again. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and breath, each kiss hungrier than the last. Isabel pressed forward, bracing her palms against the counter on either side of Victoria’s hips, caging her in.
Victoria tipped her head back, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted as Isabel kissed down along her jaw, her throat. A shakysound broke free of Victoria’s chest—half a gasp, half a moan—and it sent a jolt of heat straight through Isabel.
The air in the apartment grew heavy, thick with the scent of beer, perfume, and the electric charge of everything they’d been denying. The counter creaked beneath them as Isabel pressed closer, unable to get enough, unwilling to let go.
Isabel’s hands slid under the hem of Victoria’s blouse, her fingertips tracing warm skin, the thought of taking her time—of peeling her open slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch—thrumming hot in her chest. She wanted to undress her carefully, to claim every button, every layer, until Victoria was trembling for her.
But Victoria didn’t let her.
With a sudden, guttural sound, Victoria fisted Isabel’s shirt in both hands and yanked. The fabric tore up and over her head in one fierce motion, buttons scattering against the floor. Isabel froze for half a second, breathless and shocked at the violence of it—and then fire surged through her veins.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” she rasped, her eyes blazing.
Her hands shot to Victoria’s blouse, ripping it open in one swift motion, sending buttons flying. The jacket was next, tugged off with rough hands, then the bra, Isabel tearing through fabric and lace until Victoria sat bare on the counter, hair mussed, eyes wild.
Victoria’s hands slid boldly over Isabel’s chest, fingers curling until she pinched and rolled a nipple between them. The sharp tug sent a shock of heat straight through Isabel’s body, pooling low and fierce. For a second, her breath caught, the sensation threatening to steal her focus.
But then she saw it for what it was.
Victoria’s eyes glinted, daring, testing—trying to flip the balance, trying to make Isabel come undone first.
A low, dark chuckle spilled from Isabel’s lips. She leaned in close, her mouth brushing the shell of Victoria’s ear as she whispered, “You can touch me wherever you want, querida…” Her voice dropped, rough with promise. “But don’t think for a second it changes who’s in charge here. I’m going to have my way with you first.”
Isabel nipped Victoria’s earlobe between her teeth, eliciting another gasp that quickly turned into a groan as her hands began to knead Victoria’s breast, and she sucked and nipped her way down to replace her hand with a wicked tongue.
Isabel gently flicked Victoria’s pert pink nipple with her tongue before she began to suck and tease. She listened to Victoria’s soft gasps and moans as she worked her into a squirming mess, kneading one breast as she tortured the other with her mouth. Isabel’s teeth clamped down on Victoria’s nipple, pressing and biting, wanting to drag Victoria between the lines of pleasure and pain. The nipple between her teeth hardened as Victoria screamed, a mixture of surprise, pain, and pleasure filling her voice. Isabel relented and released the bruising nipple and gently lashed her tongue, soothing the pain and making Victoria’s eyes close as her head fell back.
She caressed down Victoria’s side as she praised her, “That’s right baby, relax. I’m taking care of you now.”
Isabel moved her mouth over to the other breast, starting the slow torture over. She gently sucked and licked as she moved her hand down between Victoria’s legs, caressing her inner thighs until she opened up for Isabel. Her finger dipped between Victoria’s folds and into her slick heat, pumping slowly. Isabel timed the rhythm of her licking and sucking to the motion of her finger. As she added one finger, and then another, Isabel picked up the pace of her ministrations.
Victoria whimpered as her body began to shake. Isabel hooked her fingers and moved her thumb over the swollen clit.Victoria’s sweet moans and shaky breath became frantic. Just as Isabel could feel the walls of her vagina clamping her fingers, she quickly pulled Victoria’s nipple between her teeth and clamped down hard.
Victoria’s thighs shook violently as she screamed through her orgasm. Isabel pumped her fingers, rubbed Victoria’s clit, and bit down until she felt the waves of pleasure and pain down into her own toes. When Victoria slumped back, Isabel released her clamped teeth and gently licked and soothed the bruised nipple.
Isabel moved her head forward, and nuzzled Victoria’s neck as she praised her once more.
“You’re such a good girl. You scream so pretty for me.”
