“Calm down Elsa. There isn’t good cell reception out this far and when the wind blows hard the power goes out on occasion.”
Tristian eyes me with amusement, his lips curving upward into a brief smile, exposing his lonely dimple located on his left cheek.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have made you all worry. Mrs. Cyrus is out of the country and I am really busy with her five kids.” I didn’t know what else to say and Cyrus was the first name to come to mind.
“Gabriele is home he’s been asking for you. I wasn’t sure what to tell him,” she says pausing for me to give her instructions.
Gabriele is Felix’s brother. He also happens to want me for his wife. At first, I thought he was merely kidding around when he mentioned us living on the other side of Elsabeth and Felix, but as time wore on, I could tell he was into me with the way he would look at me.
“He is, um...I—tell Gabe I will call him soon and we can have lunch or something, but I’m not sure when I can get away.” I avoid Tristian’s stare, shielding my face with my hair.
For some reason Gabriele has it in his head that I am his already. I have never given him reason to believe I want him too, but I suppose I never did anything to make him think otherwise. It isn’t as though I have dated other men to prove him wrong.
At the mention of Gabe’s name Tristian is jerking my phone from my fingers. “Hello Elsabeth. Let this Gabe know that Isa is going to be busy for an extended period of time, he needs to stick his dick elsewhere.”
My cheeks flame in anger and amusement. If only I could see her face when he spoke to her like that.
I grab the phone back pleading with my eyes and holding a finger up for him to stop acting crazy. “Elsa I’m sorry Mrs. Cyrus has a brother who isn’t mentally stable. He has mental issues. Besides he is kidding, he’s had dental work and the pain medication has made him a bit out of it,” I lie glaring in his direction.
He pinches my nipple hard through my thin dress and runs his fingers up my thigh. “Can I speak to Papi?”
“He’s napping but I will have him call. And start answering your phone Isa,” she barks hanging up on her end.
My breath hitches and I drop the phone unable to concentrate on anything as Tristian’s fingers rub over the crotch of my panties. He teases me with his fingers. His eyes are locked on mine enjoying my being off balance.
“You lied about me. Your father doesn’t know you are here does he Isa? Does he know about our deal?” He bites my ear hard and I am turned on by his roughness.
I moan at his advances as he continues to nip at me. “Kind of, I just left out the part where I am living with you...here.”
He continues to rub and tease me with his torturous fingers.
I am burning inside for him to touch me without my panties in the way. I want him to do the things no man has ever dared to do to me. I wiggle against his hand wanting to feel more of him.
“Does this feel good Isa?” His thumb presses hard on my clit.
Tension and pressure is budding in my core. My panties are soaked.
I grab his hand with mine. When he doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop I continue. “Touch me Tristian,” I demand pulling my panties to the side and grazing his fingers over my pussy lips.
“You don’t know what you are asking Isabella. I will have you, but when I do, it will be forever,” he warns and promises at the same time.
I swallow hard with the weight of his words settling in my gut. He intends to keep me forever. I stiffen unsure of my feelings on the matter. Could I live like this with him forever?
His fingers brush against me softly. “Tell me who Gabe is to you.”
I hesitate feeling the return of my desire pooling between my thighs with his caress. A rough pinch to my clit shoots pleasure and pain though my heated core. “No one,” I choke out as the pressure builds again.
“Don’t lie to me Isa!” He snaps jerking my panties down to my knees.
Oh, God I want to feel his fingers inside me. I need him to touch me now before I die. His hand cups my intimate area without fully making contact. The anticipation of his next move is enough to drive me insane. Sweat trickles down the small of my back.
“He wants to marry me,” I admit.
His hand makes contact with my delicate flesh and I feel ready to explode. The need for him to pleasure me is burning me from the inside out. My pussy is so hot for his affection.
Tristian jerks me forward and goes down to his knees. “Has he ever touched you Isa?” His finger traces along the curve of my lips to the crack of my butt and back again.
“No,” I pant out, eager for more.