Chapter 18
ALEXEI
Standing in the bathroom, I stare at my reflection as I replay this morning in my mind.
We’re engaged.
Thank God.
Isabella might not have said she loved me, but the fact that she accepted the proposal means more to me. The alliance has been formed, and there’s no getting out of it. Not in our world.
Which means she’s mine.
The Princess of Terror is mine.
The goddess of mischief and chaos is mine.
Even if Isabella’s memory returns, there’s no going back on the promise we made on that cliff. It’s alleviated some of the pressure I’ve been feeling, and now I can fucking focus on Sonia and St. Monarch’s.
Tomorrow we have to start planning the attack, and I’ll find out who’s really on my side.
But for tonight, I have only one plan.
The thought has the corner of my mouth lifting in a predatory smile. I walk to the door and opening it, my eyes instantly go to where Isabella’s rubbing lotion on her hands while walking to her side of the bed.
She glances up and watches as I stalk toward her. Then, lowering her hands, she lifts her chin, her eyes locking with mine.
When I reach her, I lift a hand to her throat, and then I slam my mouth down on hers.
This time there’s no holding back.
This time I’m taking what I’ve wanted since I got to fuck her five months ago.
My tongue drives into Isabella’s mouth, and I fucking devour her. It’s reckless and dirty, just like the world we live in. Wrapping my other arm around her, I yank her body against mine as my teeth tug at her bottom lip.
I pull back an inch, and my eyes capture hers. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“After all the build-up, you better be good,” she sasses me.
I let out a chuckle that sounds more like a warning as I grab hold of her shirt, yanking it over her head. I grip her hips, pushing her back onto the bed, and then I crawl over her, my eyes locking on her breasts.
The scar from the bullet she took draws my attention, and leaning forward, I press a kiss against it. I brush my lips over her nipple, then another kiss to the scar on her shoulder.
Moving to her mouth, my lips nip at hers as I thrust my hand inside her leggings. I cover her pussy with my palm, letting out a satisfied moan while my tongue dives into her mouth.
I part her and rub a finger over her clit, and then I push inside her heat. “Fucking finally,” I growl before my teeth tug at her bottom lip.
Isabella brings her hands to the sides of my neck, and as I let the kiss spiral out of control, her palms roam down my chest and abs.
I begin to rub my palm against her clit, loving how wet she is for me. Freeing her mouth, I push my finger deeper, and then I trail biting kisses down the column of her throat to her breasts.
My teeth feast on Isabella’s nipples until they’re pebbled, and her moans tell me how much she’s loving it.
Pulling my hand from between her legs, I bring it to my face and inhale her scent deeply before sucking my finger into my mouth. The taste of her bursts on my tongue, and it makes everything but this moment fade.
Moving down her body, I grab hold of her leggings and yank the fabric down her legs. Placing my hands on Isabella’s tanned thighs, I spread her wide, and then I bury my face between her legs, drinking her wetness while spearing her with my tongue.
Isabella’s hips buck up, and she rubs herself harder against my mouth as moans begin to spill over her lips. I eat her out until her thighs clench around my shoulders, and her body convulses.
Not having the patience to step out of my sweatpants, I grab a condom from the bedside drawer, and freeing my cock, I roll the fucking latex on as fast as I can.
I take hold of Isabella’s thighs, and opening her wider, I move between her legs. I grip hold of my cock and position myself at her opening. Only then do I lock eyes with her again as I take hold of her hip and thrust hard inside her, burying myself to the hilt.
Isabella gasps, and lifting her hands to her hair, she grips fistfuls as her back arches and her inner walls clench around me. “Oh, God. Alexei.”
My lips curve up, and then I pull out to the last inch before slamming back inside her.
I lower my eyes to her breasts, rising and falling with her quick breaths. “So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, and then I begin to move, fucking fast and hard, taking her the way I’ve been dying to.
The sound of our skin slapping and how wet she is for me fills the air, and it makes me drive harder into her.
“Mother of God,” she moans. “Yes.”
I watch as goosebumps break out over Isabella’s skin, hardening her nipples even more. She lets go of her hair and covering her breasts with her hands, she begins to massage them before moving her palms down her body.
Christ. So fucking erotic.
While my cock strokes her pussy relentlessly, I quickly grow addicted to the sound of her moans and cries, and each one makes my thrusts become more forceful until it feels as if we’re becoming one.
I move my hands to Isabella’s sides, and she instantly reaches down, grabbing hold of my wrists. Her feverish eyes lock with mine, and then she fucking whimpers as if she’s begging me to tear her apart.