When I start to pull out, Isabella’s hands grip my ass, and then she shakes her head. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“You might get pregnant,” I state the obvious.
“You have a problem with me bearing your children?” she sasses me.
I quickly shake my head, and the image of Isabella pregnant with my child almost makes me lose control. “Hell fucking no.”
“Then fuck me, Alexei.”
My mouth slams down on hers, and I begin to move, my pace instantly unrelenting and hard. Isabella’s hands roam up my back, her nails leaving trails, before moving down to my ass. Her fingers dig into my skin as she opens her legs wider, giving me complete access to her body.
Knowing she’s submitting to me sends me into a frenzy, and I brand her mouth while pounding harder into her.
She whimpers into my mouth, and it has me framing her face, my body pressing hers into the bed. Her nails dig deeper as she whimpers again, and it only makes me increase my pace until sweat beads on the back of my neck.
I feel her clench tightly around my cock, and only then do I push a hand down between us, rubbing her sensitive clit.
Isabella cries into my mouth, and I swallow the sound as I force her to the edge. When I’m sure she can’t take anymore, my touch turns tender, and a moment later, her body begins to convulse. She starts to sob against my lips from the intense orgasm tearing through her.
Pulling my hand from between us, I slow my pace, and locking eyes with Isabella, I fill her deep.
“I love you,” I breathe as I lose myself in every thrust. “So fucking much.” My body keeps moving while my mind’s consumed by this woman who cast a spell on me.
Isabella moves her hands up to my back, and then she holds me tightly, as devotion shines from her eyes.
“I love you, Alexei.”
The words I’ve been dying to hear wash through me, and then my orgasm hits, taking me higher than I’ve ever been.
Isabella’s eyes are glued to mine while I’m at my most vulnerable, and when the pleasure fades, I still inside her.
“Say it again,” I demand.
Isabella knows what I want because, without hesitating, she murmurs, “I love you.”
Since my mother died, I’ve never heard those words from a woman. Emotion fills my chest and pulling out of Isabella, I move a little down and rest my head on her breasts.
Her hands find my hair, and she trails her fingers through the strands, then she asks, “What are you thinking?”
I take a deep breath. “I want to share something with you.”
“Okay.”
I move off Isabella, and we turn on our sides, facing each other. I take hold of her hand and press it over my heart.
“I’ve only told Demitri.”
She nods at me. “I’ll take it to my grave.”
Swallowing, I stare into her eyes as I admit my darkest secret, “My mother was a sex slave.”
Isabella’s eyes widen, and her lips part.
“When she tried to run, my father shot her. I was the last thing she saw.”
Isabella brings her other hand to my jaw, her eyes reflecting the pain that’s ingrained in my soul.
“That’s one of the reasons why I have to kill Sonia.”
She nods. “I understand.”
Turning my face, I press a kiss to her palm.
“Is that why you asked me whether I felt violated?” Isabella asks.
I nod as I turn onto my back, pulling Isabella against my side. “Are you still angry because I lied to you?”
When she takes too long to answer, I glance down at her. She turns her head, resting her chin on my chest. “I was hurt, but we talked about it.”
“You sure? Because you looked pretty pissed off when you punched the shit out of me before leaving.”
She lets out a chuckle. “You let me have that punch.” Then she tilts her head. “It’s not a known fact that you can fight. Why do you hide it?”
“It’s so my enemies will underestimate me. It’s always a good thing to catch your enemy off guard.”
I nod. “You’re such an enigma,” she says as she lays her cheek on my chest. “Every day, I learn something new.”
“I like keeping things interesting,” I chuckle.