“Watch them, Isa.”
For the next few minutes I focused on the couple, the way they responded to each other, to the passion between them. It was sexual and not. It was as if the Dom…Liam could read Kiera by the slightest change in her breath. There was a bond between them, similar to what I’d noticed between other couples in the club.
Need for what they had coursed through me, and having Baz behind me wasn’t helping. The press of his hard body, his arousing scent, his dominant hold on me.
Fuck, I was in so much trouble. I was going to do something I knew was destined to lead to disaster.
As the scene ended, applause broke out and the crowd began to shift. But I couldn’t move. I was transfixed on the pair. Kiera’s eyes were now closed, as if she was lost in euphoria. Liam gently unbuckled each strap, letting her sag against him. Then when she was free, he cradled her in his arms, kissing her forehead and whispering something that had her smiling. After wrapping the robe around her, he carried her out of the area.
Baz remained behind me, his hold just as firm as it was when he’d placed his hand on my stomach.
“You’re coming home with me, Isa. Let me give you what your body needs. What your mind needs. Then we’ll talk. Talk through everything.”
Talk? There was nothing to talk about when my future was set. All I could do was focus on now, on him, on us for one night. I was going to take something I wanted. I’d face reality tomorrow.
I’d have no choice.
“Take me home, Baz. Give me this one night.”
8
Isa
Baz shifted until he was facing me. “We’ll talk. I have things to say. Then you’ll make a decision about our future.”
“No.” I placed a finger on his lips. “Give me everything you promised. If there’s time, then we’ll talk. But you have to know, I can never be yours. I’m promised to another.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue but instead sighed and took my arm, guiding me out of the club and toward his waiting car. Neither of us said a word during the short drive to a tall building overlooking the river.
The second the car stopped, the doorman approached and opened my door.
He offered me a hand to step out and looked at Baz, smiling. “Welcome, Mr.—”
“The keys are in the ignition, Bran,” Baz said before the doorman could finish his greeting.
Bran nodded and went toward the driver’s side as Baz came around the back of the car.
We stared at each other, the need and emotions of the night heavy between us.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
We entered the lavish lobby of the building and walked straight to a waiting elevator. Baz punched in a code on a keypad hidden behind a metal panel, and immediately we began to ascend.
The cab opened into a large foyer filled with sculptures, pieces that I knew were authentic.
“Want a drink?”
We moved into a very masculine living room with a breathtaking view of the Berlin night sky.
“No.”
I wanted to reach for him, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never wanted anyone this desperately.
“Baz. Do something.” My words were breathy, revealing the uncertainty and need I was feeling.
He remained across the room, watching me. His eyes blacker than I’d ever seen them before.
A throbbing between my legs pulsed, and my body ached for his touch.
Just when my patience with waiting was over, Baz stalked toward me, fisting my hair and bringing his lips down onto mine.
Dear God, he tasted incredible, like whiskey and chocolate mixed together.
My arms came around his shoulders and I met his insatiable demands with mine. He ate at my mouth, tasting, biting, consuming me.
I was lost in him, the feel of him, the desire I'd pretended I could push away. If I was going to sacrifice my happiness for my family, I was taking this one moment for myself.
He gripped my ass, pulling my clit flush against his cock.
“Bazzz.” I threw my head back, breaking our kiss.
He ran his tongue down my neck and then murmured, “You made your choice. You’re mine. I’m going to bury myself deep in your pussy by the end of the night.”
“Yes. I want this. I want you. Something that’s mine before my world becomes a gilded cage.”
He pulled back, a shadow of something flashing in his almost black eyes before he schooled it away and kissed me again.
Baz backed me against a wall, continuing to feast on me.
“I want you out of these clothes. Turn around.”
I shifted, facing the wall and pulling my hair over my shoulders. He unzipped my dress and followed the trail of the zipper with his mouth. My skin heated and felt as if it was on fire. I’d never been aroused like this.
The designer fabric slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Next went my bra and underwear.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” The deepening timbre of his voice had my pussy contracting.
I glanced over my shoulder and found him watching me. His palms gripped my ankles, tugging them apart, and then he glided his hands up my calves to my thighs. His thumbs teased the valley where my core dipped.
Then he cupped my ass. “Perfect.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled his palm back and brought it down on my bottom.
“Baz,” I cried out as fire shot through my body, and just as fast, a delicious sting replaced the pain. My fingers pressed against the wall helping me keep my balance. I dropped my head onto the back of my hand, breathing in hard pants.
“More?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want more.”
I wanted so much more.
“Good.” His hand landed again and again, peppering different parts of my ass until he’d covered every inch.
I was mad with need, lost in the pleasure-pain.
My core clenched but it wasn’t enough. I needed something to send me over.
His warm hand moved up the inside of my thigh until he grazed the lips of my soaked sex. He dipped inside, rubbing up and down, teasing my clit.
“Baz, please.”
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He hummed. “I have to taste you.”
He turned me so fast I almost felt dizzy. Hoisting one leg over his shoulder, he took a long swipe with his tongue. I grasped his head, throwing mine back.
“I’m going to make you scream, Prinzessin.”
“I’m, I’m okay with that. Sooner would be better than later.”
He chuckled as he began his assault on my core. He licked, sucked, and thrust, driving me higher and higher. I writhed against him, lost in the sensation. My legs grew weak, causing me to wobble. Baz grasped my hips and held me against him as he continued to push me toward release. I’d never experienced this level of desire before. My breasts ached and my pussy quivered. I held on to Baz’s head, arching into his delicious torment.
He pushed a finger inside me, curling it upward. Immediately, my orgasm burst free as my pussy contracted and flooded with my arousal.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz.”
“That’s it, baby.” He pumped in and out, prolonging the pleasure coursing throughout my body. “Mine. Every one of your orgasms belongs to me.”
In the back of my mind, I wanted to tell him this was the only time, but I couldn’t say anything. I wanted what he said. To be his, to belong to him, but my fate was set and I had to protect my family.
I slowly came down as Baz wiped his mouth on the inside of my thighs and pulled free of my pussy.
“You taste incredible. I’m going to have to gorge on you again before the night is over.”
I gasped, resting my head against the wall. “I really hope so.”
“Before we go there, I want to feel you shatter around my cock.” He slid my leg from his shoulder and slowly rose to his feet, making sure to keep a firm hold on my hips to keep me
from falling.
His face was flushed as I knew mine was, and his breath was unsteady. His lashes looked longer than usual, giving his raw masculinity a beauty that would be out of place on any other man.
“Mine,” he said again, drawing me to him and then lifting me into his arms.
He shifted and carried me in the direction of what I assumed was his bedroom. I’d barely had time to notice the dark tones of the room before he laid me on top of the thick comforter.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it behind him before crawling over me.
His hard-sculpted body was better than anything I could have imagined over the last five months. I wanted to trace the tattoos with my fingers, my mouth, my tongue.
Had I ever seen a body this perfect?
No. None of my past lovers could hold a candle to this man.
"Touch me, Isa. I've wanted nothing else since our first dance." He loomed over me on braced arms and knees.
Knowing this would be probably the one and only time I’d get a chance, I glided my fingers over his sculpted arms, pecs, and abs, feeling his muscles flex against my touch.
He closed his eyes, as if the caress of my fingertips was a balm to his soul. His reaction was the permission I needed to follow the pattern of the black-and-gray ink crisscrossing his body.
Some of his ink covered scars that I’d never learn the story behind.
Pushing the last thought back, I continued to explore this exquisite man.
“Harder. I want to feel your nails on my skin.”
I followed his command, scoring my nails up and down his body, causing goosebumps to appear and a low rumble to erupt from his throat.
“Lower, Isa.”
My eyes shifted down past his waist. The heavy press of his cock was a long, thick ridge along the inside of his pant leg. He couldn’t be that big.
“Go ahead. I want you to feel the condition I’ve been in for the last five months.”
I cupped him and gasped.
Nope, that was all him.
Was I really going to let him put this monster in me?
I rubbed up and down his length through his pants and stared into his dark eyes filled with heat and barely leashed control.
“I want you, Isa. I want you as I’ve never wanted a woman before. I want to bury myself in you and show you all the ways I can make you come.”
Yes, I was definitely going to let him put it anywhere he wanted. If I didn’t ever get to have this again, I’d have it tonight.
My face must have shown my thoughts because he cupped my jaw and said, “I don’t want you to think of anything else but what’s happening here. The world outside doesn’t exist.”
When I didn’t respond, his grip tightened, and my heart skipped a beat. “Do you understand?”
The demand in his words sent a shot of arousal coursing through me. He’d just shown me a small taste of the dominant man, but until now, I hadn’t realized he was holding back. I wanted to see all of it, but I wasn’t sure he would ever reveal that part to me, or if I could ever let him go if he did.
I’d been so angry with him that day in the bar when he’d tried to get me to see what I wanted, and now all I cared about was getting to experience everything, at least this one time.
“Yes, I understand,” I whispered.
“Now open my slacks and take me out.”
I swallowed, released my hold on his cock, and worked open the button and zipper. He didn’t help me, just continued to hold himself over me. I pushed his pants past his hips and down his perfect ass. His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach. A bead of precum dripped from the tip.
Holy fuck.
I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
“Frightened?” The way he said it told me he knew damn well he was hung, with both girth and length.
“No. I want this. I want to feel you with every step I take.”
A feral gleam entered his eyes.
“Then I better make sure I deliver. Now finish undressing me.”
But instead of listening, I reached down and collected the precum from the head of his beautiful cock. Bringing it to my lips, I licked and then hummed.
“As much as I’d love to have you climb over me and suck my cock until I come, I want to sink inside your tight pussy. Take off my clothes, Isa.”
“I’m at a bit of a disadvantage to accomplish your instructions with you caging me.”
“You can figure it out.”
I lifted my legs, letting my toes hook his belt loops and pull the fabric down to his knees.
A slight curve of his lips told me he hadn’t expected my approach.
“You never cease to surprise me.” He pushed his pants the rest of the way off. “You’re like no other woman I’ve ever met. I really hope you won’t hate me in the future.”
Why would I hate him? For making me want him? Never.
I cupped his face. “Just you and me here. Nothing else.”
“Isa,” he moaned and covered my lips again.
His hard body came down over mine. The light dusting of hair on his chest grazed my nipples, making them strain tighter and ache. Lifting my hips, I rubbed my clit against the hard ridge of his length.
His tongue slid and rolled against mine, filling me with his intoxicating taste. I clutched his hair as my other hand held on to his shoulder.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched against him, reveling in the sensation of his cock pressed along my soaked opening. He rolled his pelvis, torturing me with need.
Breaking the kiss, I gasped in air and said, “I want you in me. Please.”
“Only you would beg and demand at the same time.”
“Bazzz,” I whined.
He lifted up and grabbed a condom sitting on the side table.
When had he put that there?
He tore the foil package and sheathed his cock. I watched him stroke up and down, making my mouth water for a taste.
“I’m making you mine, Isa. No man will ever give you what I will.”
I reached for him and he climbed between my spread legs. But instead of aligning his cock and driving in, he bent down, covering my clit with his mouth and pushing two fingers into my pussy.
“Oh God,” I cried out as my back bowed.
He worked my pussy with his fingers, tongue and mouth, bringing me to the cusp of release before easing back.
He repeated the sadistic torture two more times.
“No more, Baz. I beg you. Let me come.”
“Soon.” He slid up my body but kept his fingers buried deep in me, continuing to pump in and out.
When I was about to scream, he pulled free, bringing his fingers to my mouth.
“Suck.”
I stared at his hand for a brief moment and then opened my lips, sucking my essence from him.
He reached down, grabbing hold of his thick cock and sliding it up and down my dripping slit. My heart beat into my ears and my need grew.
“Please.”
“You’re mine, Isa. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”
The truth of what he was saying hit me. I’d never belonged to any other man the way I belonged to him. He was mine too.
“Say it, Isa.” The bulbous head of his cock breached the opening of my pussy. “Give me the words.”
Sweat beaded his forehead, revealing the restraint he was holding on to.
“I’m yours. I belong to you. No one else.”
“Forever.” He pushed in farther. “Say it.”
“Forever,” I moaned at the same moment he slammed all the way in.
We both cried out together.
I felt full, nothing like I’d experienced before. He throbbed inside me, unmoving even though I knew he wanted to. He was so big, almost too big.
“Breathe, baby. Relax.”
The soft crooning of his deep voice calmed something in me and caused my muscles to relax.
“I’m okay.” Threading my fingers into his hair,
I brought him down for a kiss and then murmured, “I need you to move now.”
“I’m happy to oblige.”
He began with shallow thrusts, letting me become accustomed to his size. My body responded, growing slicker, easing his glide in and out. The second I squirmed under him, his movements grew harder and more forceful.
“Yes. Like that.” I was lost in the cascade of sensation; my pussy quickened and clamped around his pistoning cock.
“Baz. Oh God. Baz.”
“That’s it, Prinzessin. Let go.”
My fingernails scored down his back as the first pulse of my orgasm hit me.
I heard Baz hiss and then his cock grew harder, if that was possible.
He grabbed hold of my arms, pinning them above my head. He dropped his forehead to mine and stared into my eyes.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll come and I’m not ready for that. I need to feel you shatter at least twice before that happens.”
The only thing I could say in response was, “Okay.”
We spoke no more words, just let our bodies take over. I was lost in him, lost in his kiss, the feel of him on me and in me.
He held on to my arms, controlling my response, and when I shattered, it was like falling over a cliff, exhilaration and fear. My pussy spasmed and clenched around him, and my mind clouded with a level of pleasure I knew I’d only ever experience in this man’s arms.
“That’s it, love. Now give me one more.”
He continued to pound into me, not letting me come down from my high. My body continued to glide until I erupted again, but this time bringing him with me.
He came as hard as I did, calling out, “Mine, mine, mine.”
I closed my eyes at the emotion his declaration brought out and knew I’d never be the same again.
9
Isa
I woke to the feel of lips on my shoulder.
“Baz,” I moaned, curling into his heat.
“Sleep, baby. I’m going to make a few calls and then we need to talk.”
“What time is it?”
“A little after four.”
It had only been about an hour since we’d fallen asleep following a marathon sex session.
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