“Good.”
My body was naked and exposed for this man and yet I didn’t feel exposed at all.
I stood and padded into direction of the wall as my feet sunk into the cream carpet. My thighs rubbed together with anticipation of his touch. I walked slowly pulling my hands to my breasts so that I could pinch my erect nipples. I’ll play his games, if he only wants my body… that’s all I will allow him to have.
“You want me like this, lover?” My hands stretched against the wall and my legs spread for him.
I knew he was behind me; I could hear him breathing. “How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?” His hand slipped between my thighs.
That’s an easy one. “This morning.” I teased through a gasp.
“Did you have sex? Did another man touch your pussy?” he asked leaning into the nape of my neck. He knew very well another man hadn’t touched me.
I shook my head sucking in a breath.
“Is that a no?” His hand slid across my bottom as he brought a finger between my legs to touch my clit.
I shook my head, breathing heavily.
“Did you touch yourself, Bella?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he pushed me into the cold wall.
“Did you make yourself cum… hard?” He bit out, drawing the last word.
“Yes—”
“Do you want my tongue to make you cum… hard, Bella.” He drew out my name with pure torture. Holy shit, I could feel myself become wet with pure lust.
“Yessss,” I begged with insanity prickling at every nerve ending in my body.
His hands ascended my arms, teasing me slowly. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your body is perfection… perfection men would kill for. Do you know what men would do to have someone as beautiful as you in their bed?” He peppered kisses along my shoulder. “I would kill any man that touched what belonged to me, Bella. I’d kill him for so much as having a thought about touching what I own.” His hands reached my breasts. “I’d kill in a second with no regard for your feelings. How would that make you feel, Bella?” His lips wrapped around my earlobe sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh God...” I gasped. My body pushed back finding his warmth, but he shoved me forward into the wall once more.
“How would that make you feel?” He continued, bringing his hand around to my throat.
“Powerful,” I admitted.
“You like assertion? You like a man that will kill to defend your honor?”
“Yes...”
“Why?” His grip tightened from a feather touch to something darker… sexier.
“I deserve it.” I’d play his game.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a princess. Royalty.” I fought against the tug his hand had around my throat. The more I did the tighter his grip became and the more I was turned on.
“That… you are. And now I’m going to make you cum like a princes.”
His hands turned my body forcefully towards him and then he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs—wide.
I was standing against the wall and could see the burning embers across the room pop and sizzle inside the fireplace. My body felt like those embers, on fire in all the right places. This gorgeous man was on his knees running his tongue along my inner thigh. His strong hands gripped tightly to every piece of flesh he could get his hands on.
Smooth, wet, fire ripped through my core when his tongue found my pulsing clit. He flicked it with his tongue then kissed it.
I moaned, moving my head side to side against the wall.
His hands spread me wide so that he could have free reign of my pussy. His tongue found my pussy dripping wet and throbbing as he slid inside. I jumped forward moaning again and felt the vibration of a growl against my flesh.
My hips pushed into his touch wanting more… begging for it. When he stood I felt abandoned and lonely. His eyes met mine with trepidation and he reached out for my hand and I gave it to him without hesitation.
I followed the strong man across the room once again. His touch was softer in that moment than it had been earlier, but it felt like it could all change any moment.
“Lie down, Bella.” He gestured for me to lie on the bed. “Spread your legs.” I obeyed. “Close your eyes.” I lifted my hands over my head and closed my eyes.
I could hear him fumble with something as I desperately waited for his touch. Cold ice pressed to my nipples surprising me. I lifted my eyes open to watch him.
“Close them,” he demanded while he loomed over my body.
Where had he gotten ice?
Then, I heard ice fall inside a glass before he pressed a cube to my nipple sliding slowly to my pubic bone with his thumb jutting to my clit.
“Uhh,” I lifted my body into his hand.
“Do you like my touch, Bella?”
“God, yes...” It was soft, firm, hot, and hard. There were so many feelings that swam inside when he touched me.
“Mmm…” His mouth completely devoured my clit as he sucked firmly.
“Uhh,” I moaned with pleasure as his fingers entered me.
“So wet.”
“Yes…” I could feel how wet he had made me.
I subconsciously began to grind against his fingers while his mouth still sucked on my clit.
I reached for his head fisting his hair into my grip. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Right there.” I was there. I was already fucking there. I couldn’t believe it. Never had a man given me that.
He added another finger pushing hard inside of me as he circled his tongue around the edges of my clit, and the feeling rushed through me in explosive waves. My body contracted moving forcefully into him while I still had his hair in my hands as he gave me a never ending orgasm.
“Holy fucking shit...” I released him and his fingers released me. My breathing was so harsh, is was as if I’d just ran a marathon.
“Royalty, Bella.” His body hovered over mine. “And I’m the king.” He positioned himself over me holding one hand to my forehead and the other he used to position himself at my entrance. He dipped inside of me pushing slowly, but I wanted it hard.
“I won’t break.” I lifted to him.
His tongue traced my lips and when he shoved hard as hell inside of me he took my mouth into his. I brought my hands to his face feeling the rough stubble… God I loved this look on him.
He continued pushing hard inside of me. The pleasure was real, it was intense, but now I felt like he was having pleasure alone in his own world. His face buried deep into my neck while he grunted with each thrust. And at that moment I knew I felt something, it was only a matter of time before I would shut down. So I reminded myself this was just sex and only sex.
I lost myself in the feeling of his hard dick inside of me. He continued pushing my limits and when he pushed upward and slipped his hand to my clit once again I knew there was another orgasm on the way. I wrapped his head into my arms and came forcefully. Three hard thrust into my soul-clenching orgasm and he was coming inside of me. He pushed my body into places it had never been with a man who knew exactly how to touch a woman.
His breath was harsh as he pinned me to the bed.
“That was amazing.” I laughed out loud.
“You—” the grin on his face was a good sign, “—are amazing.” He lifted from me and walked to the bathroom. When he returned he leaned down softly pressed a warm cloth to cleanse me.
I smiled.
He sat on the bed hanging his arm over his leg as he watched me. “Damn.” He smiled while shaking his head.
“Did you like?” I asked sitting up just inches from him.
“I loved.”
“Oh, I thought you couldn’t do that,” I said playfully.
He laughed as he leaned forward to kiss me.
—Jax—
Pushing inside of her hot body was amazing. Sex was amazing. It feels so good and when you cum… it’s all you know in the moment, but when my dick pushed in
side of Bella, I felt something. Something I had never felt before and it affected me. Closeness, gravity, electricity, passion. I don’t know, maybe it was all of those things… maybe it was none of those things.
Her head fell against the pillow sheepishly, she was wearing out and needed rest. Her bandage was holding up nicely and she hadn’t complained about pain even once.
“Stay here with me tonight, Bella.” I tucked her into my body pulling the sheet to cover us.
She stilled, uncomfortable perhaps. Maybe she hadn’t been expecting me to demand that of her. I hadn’t been expecting it either.
I smoothed her hair from her forehead to lay my lips across her flesh. She tucked herself into my chest as she slept. She’d fallen asleep in just the few moments she lay with my arms wrapped around her body.
I was falling in love with her.
“If I could love, it would be you, Bella,” I whispered into the darkness.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
—Bella—
My eyes lifted and then closed from the brightness of the sun shining into the room. Once I was fully awake I drew the sheet under my chin as I quickly realized I wasn’t in my room. Those weren’t my drapes, and this wasn’t my sheet. I lifted my eyes wider, scanning the large space. My head and torso jutted upward taking in the room. A large four-poster bed with ornate wooden posts surrounded me. A lush Victorian style couch—small and cream—sat in a sitting area. A table with two chairs were to the left of the couch and it held beautiful flowers atop. The walls were white, clean, and crisp.
I seated myself on the edge of the bed while I clutched at the mattress. My toes dangled over the beautiful white rug that flowed beneath my suspended feet waiting for me to land in its softness. A noise, alerted that I wasn’t alone. This was Jax’s bedroom. I was naked and in Jax’s room. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for him to say something, anything. What would he say? Would he hurry me away? He didn’t move further from behind me, but I knew he was there watching me, perhaps waiting for me to respond the same way I had been waiting for him too, questioning what would come next.
The sheet offered coverage for my breasts, but my back still exposed, and my hair imaginably tangled and messy. I was on display for him and I was horrified.
“Bella,” his voice was deep and determined as it echoed throughout the room. I wanted to turn. I wanted to run. Was I embarrassed or angry that I allowed myself to be exposed to the one man I swore to loath? “Bella?” His steps sounded, moving into my direction.
A deep inhalation of breath entered through my lips and filled my lungs comforting me, making me feel real in a moment that had left me wondering if this, me here with Jax, in his room, was real or a dream. I’d given myself to him. I’d submitted to him. I’d wanted the compassion his kiss had promised and his touch that had overcome me last night.
Denuded of my reality I stood, having dropped to the floor landing onto the white, plush rug, and my toes sank into its softness. I curved my torso into a position that placed Jax into my sight. He stood bare chested, smoothness wrapped within the curves of his chest, firm, and impeccable. Shoulders wide and arms lowered at his sides. A towel clung taut at his hips and long, thick, strong legs stood firm. My eyes roamed along the beauty that was Jax. I reached his eyes that were dark, narrowed, and probing.
The sheet hid my naked flesh providing a barrier, a protection of sorts, careful not to leave me vulnerable even though I knew I’d already passed the point of vulnerability. I’d already passed the point of no return with Jax Moretti. He’d seen me, open, willing, determined. He’d brought orgasm from my body and lust from my lips. I sighed, pulling in another breath. “Jax,” I whispered just short of a breath.
He watched me as he stepped closer. His hands fisted at his sides and his lips thinned as he thought of what to say next. Maybe he felt just as vulnerable as I did. I shook off the thought knowing that Jax Moretti was nothing if not strong, nothing if not confidant. He exuded strength and confidence with every step, glare, and breath that entered his lungs. He didn’t speak. He only watched me, waiting, wondering just like I’d been.
I spoke knowing this awkwardness was going to crush me soon. “I’ll go and leave you to your day.” My fingers gripped the sheet, pulling it taught around my body, wanting… no, needing a thick separation between us and the sheet offered me a bit of what I needed to calm my uneasiness. I walked, padding along the softness of the rug until my feet lay bare atop the wooden floor. My head fell, my eyes closed, and a deep breath evaded me. I reached for the door gripping at the round knob.
“Bella… don’t go,” his voice was dark and authoritative.
I stilled, my hand remaining at the door, waiting for… I don’t know what I waited for. Perhaps I was waiting for Nessun Dormat to play or a crash to break the silence, but it didn’t come. I decided it was best to proceed, just walk back to a time that hating Jax was okay, a time when I wasn’t torn about my feelings. What were my feelings, though? What did I feel for him?
“Don’t leave,” a deep, hurried voice spoke, sounding closer to me. Then a hand, palm flat, fingers wide, pressed on the white wood holding it firm across my gaze.
I raised my head and saw him standing there, watching me. A tongue swept across his lip and a hand skated through his thick, dark, wet mane. “I need to dress; I know…” My heart beat veraciously. “I know you’re busy, and I didn’t want to get in your way.” I was being decent to Jax. I’d normally wanted to knee him in the balls, or at the very least, slap him for bringing me here, but now… now, I didn’t know what I wanted to do or even for the matter, why I didn’t know.
“Have breakfast with me.” His eyes were hard, an edge of softness lingering, peeking through his façade.
“Why?” I don’t know why I asked, maybe I needed to know what he wanted from me. What had happened between us hadn’t been something I could’ve prepared for. Last night took me by surprise just as I was certain it had him. The thought that it didn’t affect him did cross my mind, but I suppressed that thought. Why?
“Join me for breakfast.” He watched me, firmly standing to my left. The towel remained snug against his waist revealing his V. And the tingles that had come last night were back.
“Jax, I’m wearing a sheet,” I said embarrassed, and my eyes fell as I waited for a response. I had never been easily embarrassed, not around Jax. Then again I had never been in only a sheet when I was in his presence either. So there was that.
There had been the first night that I’d met him, but even then embarrassment hadn’t been my worry. But now, here, in this moment, I was… different in a way that didn’t set well. I was vulnerable in another way. This time my heart was naked and bare for him.
“Sit, breakfast is on its way and then—” his eyes slid down and across my body. “—we will work on getting dressed.” Breakfast was on its way? Someone would know that I was here, with Jax, in a sheet? No, no, no. My head shook nervously.
Jax’s hand reached for mine that had fallen to my side. “Bella, it’s fine. We’re married, you remember.” Yes, I did remember. “Come,” he demanded as he led me from the suite’s entrance. “Sit.” He slid the white chair from the table with ease.
I arranged the sheet so that I could comfortably sit while it remained snug to my chest. “Thank you,” I offered as I felt his hand drop to my shoulder, softly gliding across the flesh. My eyes closed tightly, and a shiver erupted.
“Of course,” his response was flat, difficult to read. Perhaps I was attempting to read something that wasn’t there at all.
There were three knocks, soft and dainty. I knew it had to be Alessandra. She would have a smile on her face, that I was certain. This would surely make her day.
Alessandra was special, a mother figure to both Jax and myself. Jax hadn’t said as much, but Alessandra was definitely a kind and loving woman. I dropped my head as the door opened. I didn’t look at her as she wheeled a cart into the room. She had to have come up from the elevator
that I hadn’t stepped foot inside. It sat at the end of the hall, and I suppose it was for instances such as this one.
“Good morning, Bella.” I slowly looked up from under my lashes. I felt dirty, caught in the act I suppose.
I smiled. “Morning.”
She was delighted, and I was embarrassed. She placed breakfast of eggs, bacon, and coffee in front of me and for Jax a simple croissant and tea. “Will there be anything else? Shall I hold your appointments for the day, Bella?”
I slipped the cream colored napkin across my sheet clad lap and raised my head. “What appointments?”
“Your fundraiser, you were scheduled to have a meeting with Megan at one this afternoon.”
What was today? Had I forgotten? “I’m not entirely sure to be honest. I haven’t been able to reach her.”
Jax sat across from me adding a bit of milk to his tea then stirring it with his spoon. “She’ll need to reschedule this meeting today… we will be pre occupied, Alessandra, and that will be all.” He dismissed her.
“Of course, Mr. Moretti, Bella.” She snuck a wink in my direction. I smiled then released it as soon as she’d turned.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t continue with this project.” The spoon clanked against the small plate that held his tea. The cup came to his lips and then he sipped. “I’m sure you can find something else to keep you busy. I’d like for you to redecorate.”
My posture straightened and my hands gripped the edge of the table. Heat flushed my cheeks and anger seethed through my veins. “Jax, I will not give this up, and you will certainly not keep me around as your personal decorator.”
He stilled, sitting his cup down harshly leaving the sound of porcelain to ring through my ears. He was angry that I refused what he suggested, but he’d get over it. “Isabella, I believe that you should consider your mouth.” He narrowed his eyes with warning.
“Really, Jax? You think I’m an animal in a cage that you can train?” My head tilted to the side watching him, his movements, however slight, were also tense.
“Bella,” he sighed, not speaking further.
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