“Okay, I am a bastard, but I have my reasons.”
Carrying her into the bedroom, I laid her on the bed and felt my heart skip a beat.
She was a goddess with her kiss-swollen lips, tousled black hair, eyes so blue they looked artificial. I’d had my share of models, actresses, and socialites with polish and perfection but none held a candle to this woman.
My woman.
“I’ll be back.” I went into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp washcloth and came down beside her.
As I cleaned the cum from between her legs, I felt my cock go from semi-hard to completely erect. I was constantly hard around her.
Her fingers wrapped around me, squeezing tight and making me hiss.
I tried to pull her hands from my cock. “We have to talk, Isa.”
She wasn’t deterred. “I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck. We have the rest of our lives to talk.”
I closed my eyes and threw back my head as she pumped up and down.
“Baby, I’m trying to fix the mess I created.” My words came out in a plea.
God, this woman had me begging. I fucking never begged. Then again, I’d never been this way with any other woman.
I’d spent my life perfecting the image I’d created. It helped me stay on top of business and scare the shit out of anyone I was associated with. But this woman had me gentling.
Hell, I’d spent over five months going on coffee dates where I’d done nothing but talk to her.
She’d had me in a state of perpetual blue balls.
“I don’t want to fix it right now. I want as much angry sex as I can get.” She pushed at my chest until I was on my back.
“Dammit, Isa. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
Fury flashed in her cobalt gaze as she climbed over me. “A little late for that. Right now, I want the privileges of the body I got when I was sold to you.”
I fisted her hair as my temper grew to match hers. “I didn’t buy you. I had no choice either. I was in college in America when this whole thing was negotiated.”
All of a sudden, she broke my hold, pinning my hands back.
I couldn’t hide my surprise as she loomed over me, the lips of her cunt positioned over the length of my straining cock.
“I said,” she bit out, “I want to fuck.” She slid up and down me, coating me with her arousal.
I knew a losing battle when I was in one.
“Keep your hands here.”
“Is this a game of tit for tat?”
“Call it what you want. I want to enjoy this body that belongs to me.”
The last thing I expected was to hear the possessiveness in her voice. If she believed she owned me, then far be it for me to argue.
“Go right ahead and claim me.”
She brought her face to mine. “No talking.”
She kissed me and then trailed her mouth down my neck, over my collarbone, and lower. When her tongue circled my sensitive nipples, I bucked up.
“Too much, baby. Too much.”
She lifted her head. “I haven’t even begun to torture you.”
There was a wicked curve to her lips that had my dick oozing precum onto my stomach. If she kept this up, I was going to come like a fucking teenager.
She moved farther down, tracing and kissing my chest and abs.
I closed my eyes when her pussy slid lower and her lips were a hairsbreadth from my cock.
She gripped the base and licked around the engorged head, humming with each stroke of her tongue.
I shuddered as she continued to tease me.
“Tighter, squeeze me tighter,” I ordered, loving the feel of her touch.
She followed my command, not taking exception as I expected her to. I grew harder in her hands and felt the urge to take over churning at the back of my mind.
“Suck me, Isa. Take me deep into your mouth.”
My words caused a whimper from her lush lips and she lowered. Without thinking, I brought my hands down to clench her hair. God, I loved this wild mane of hair.
She took me in slowly, working up and down until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. And then she did something that had me ready to lose my mind. She swallowed, contracting that incredible mouth.
“Isa. Do that again. Fuck. Do it again.”
She worked me hard. The erotic and oh-so-sweet suction of her mouth more intense then I’d ever experienced.
I opened my eyes to lock with her blue ones, filled with pleasure and smug satisfaction.
She pumped her fist up and down with the tempo of her incredible mouth and tongue.
My balls drew up, and I knew I was about to lose all control.
“Isa, stop now or I’m going to come down your throat.”
I almost thought she was going to ignore me and let me lose myself in her mouth, but she released me with a pop and a mischievous smile.
She crawled over me until her cunt hovered over my cock. She was an incredible sight, lips swollen and wet from sucking me and face flushed.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Sebastian.”
I narrowed my gaze, lifting up until I was sitting and grabbing hold of her hips. “The only man you will ever fuck again is Baz.”
She met my challenge with her own. “You haven’t earned the right to be my Baz.”
“Believe what you want. I’m never going to be anyone else. Not with you, anyway.”
I lifted her and then lowered her, engulfing my cock in her liquid heat.
A moan escaped her lips and her head fell back, making her breath come out in soft pants.
“Christ, you feel incredible.” Sliding my hands up her body, I cupped her perfect breasts, teasing the taut buds until they grew harder.
“Ride me, baby.”
Her arms came around my shoulders and she rose, using her knees, and lowered in a slow, languid slide, gyrating her hips in a way that was meant to drive me insane.
“Isa,” I groaned, loving the way
