e, you had better mean it.”
“I know,” he says back swallowing hard.
I slip his cut off my shoulders exposing my chest and let the leather slide down my arms freely. He grabs it before it hits the floor. His jaw is slack as he watches after me with a sexual hunger burning through his dark eyes.
I look back at him over my shoulder and bat my lashes, with my lips in a perfect puckered pout. “I’m going to bed NOW. ALONE. Enjoy your show.” I throw my hand in Rain’s direction as another biker fondles her breasts. Doesn’t she have any self-respect or is this what they do? Does Tris share her with his buddies?
I leave him standing, holding his cut stunned by my forwardness. Tristian awakens a side to me I never knew I had.
The brave woman screaming to get out feels daring, and when I go to my room I leave the door to my room unlocked, something tells me Tristian will come in either way though. If he stays downstairs with them…with her, I’m done with all of this, whatever it is.
Chapter 12
TRISTIAN
Isa fights back harder than I thought she would. Seeing her so eager to be touched by my hands is hard to fucking resist. When she walks away it takes all the control I have not to grab her by the hair, spin her around, and bury myself inside her pretty little cunt in front of everyone so they will really fucking know not to touch what’s mine. If Cyrus thinks he can get away with touching her and thinking about having her, he is mistaken. Motherfucker will pay for putting his hands on her.
He’s drinking his beer laughing at something Tim just said when I ram my fist in his face.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch what belongs to me!” I shout as he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Fuck man, was just having a good time. You gotta admit a piece like her is worth getting knocked out for.” He chuckles and chugs his beer. He wipes his bloodied lip. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
I don’t know what I was thinking parading her around in no fucking underwear. I wanted to break her out of her comfort zone but at what cost. Shit has me fighting with Rain and punching Cyrus. The moment her dress was off I regretted my actions. She is everything any man would ever want.
It takes all of ten minutes before I am following Isa upstairs. My hand is resting on the knob to her door. I am debating whether or not to spank her ass for leaving the party without permission not once, but twice.
I can just picture her standing in front of the mirror dressed in only her panties. My cock grows harder remembering how wild she looked moments ago. There was a fire burning in her eyes and fuck if I don’t want to get burned. Fuck! I need her more than the air I breathe or the legs that got me here.
I turn the knob and her door is unlocked. She has defied me one time too many. Pushing the door open I step into her room and find her just as I thought, well almost. She is seated at the vanity brushing her hair.
Her doe eyes don’t appear shocked to see me. Almost as if she was expecting me to come or she wanted me to. She says nothing continuing to caress her strands softly with the heavy paddle brush.
“You keep disobeying Isa. I think you want me to punish you.”
Her hand stills, ceasing the brushing. The corner of her mouth edges up slightly into a smirk that she is fighting exposing. She continues to brush her hair as I stare her down. I run my finger along her lips and down her throat until I reach her collarbone. Her hand stops, holding onto the brush tightly. Our eyes meet in the mirror, both of us about to combust from the heat smothering the air around us.
I have to step back from her to catch my breath and breathe, her beauty captivates me and makes me lose control. One look from her and the hate I feel vanishes like dust in the wind. She has no idea of the power she used to hold over me. Hell she is still doing it now.
When we were kids she always got her way with me. It’s taking all the energy inside me not to give her anything she wants. A beauty as rare and pure as her is a dangerous temptation to a man like me.
I need to pull myself together. “Stand up.” She does placing the brush on the vanity without a word. Her teeth graze her bottom lip as she chews on her thoughts. My cock hardens as she turns to face me.
Her taut brown nipples are calling to me, demanding to be sucked and caressed. But not yet. If I touch them now, I’ll never stop.
“Get on the bed.”
She smiles over her shoulder at me as she walks past me and I can’t help but smile back. Her smile could wake the dead. The day God made Isa he tailored her for me, from the inside out.
Her skin is flawless, and I can’t wait to see it pink from my touch.
Isa crawls onto the bed laying back on her elbows, knees dropped onto their sides. “How do you want me?”
Just like that as I taste every inch of you.
I have to close my eyes or I won’t be able to do what I came for and leave her. If she knew what I was about to do would she be so eager still?
Picking up the paddle brush, I walk over to the bed slowly calculating every move because I can’t break. Removing my cut, I hang it on the knob of the bedpost.