Beauty & The Biker

“Has this Gabe ever tasted you?” His tongue flicks out stroking my clit in a swift lick.

My knees shake from the sensation. I am unable to answer. My hands fall to his head wanting to hold him at the heart of my fire and force him to douse my flames. His beautifully, morbid tattooed skin under the palms of my hands is silky and smooth. His hands grab my hind end and squeeze harshly.

“Answer me Isa, has any other man ever tasted what belongs to me?”

I shake my head no, unable to speak as he watches me through his dark hooded eyes.

“Good.” He plants a hard kiss on my clit and sucks the tender flesh between his teeth.

One finger pushes through my slit finding my sweet spot and I unravel, grinding hard against his palm.

My eyes snap shut as I ride his hand, two fingers torturing me simultaneously along with his mouth. Stars shoot behind my eyes and my knees continue to tremble as I hold onto his shoulders for support.

“Trissss-stian,” his name comes out in an elongated hiss. I am so close to the edge.

Suddenly he pulls away. “Not yet, Isabella. When you come for me it will be on my cock.” He removes my panties from around my knees.

Is he going to take me now?

“I’ll keep these.” He stuffs the cotton into his pocket leaving me breathless and unsatisfied. “Don’t even think of getting yourself off. I’ll know if you do,” he warns.

Doesn’t he want me? “Did I do something wrong?” I question wondering how we went from one hundred to zero so quickly.

He smiles that perfect smile. The lines of his skeletal tattoo lining seamlessly with his teeth. “This is your punishment Isa, for spying and interrupting my meet

ing earlier.” My smile falls. “It pains me too,” he teases gripping his crotch and biting his bottom lip. “Now get in the kitchen and get started on dinner. Instructions are on the fridge.” He smacks my bare bottom and snatches my phone from the floor. “Cracked your screen. I’ll return it tonight. Cyrus is good with this shit. And don’t put on another pair of panties. I have plans for dessert.”

He departs the room whistling a familiar tune. I can’t place my finger on it but I have heard it before.

Feeling shaky and breathless, I do what I am told in hopes he will give in and touch me again.

I’m in the kitchen cooking Tristian’s favorite dinner—twice baked spaghetti when I am hit with another memory. Again, I am in the white dress and a pale hand reaches a blue rose to me, before it fades away.

I shake my head and try to remember but it seems like another life that wasn’t mine. I just can’t remember. Every time I try my head begins to pound and I feel dizzy.

Chapter 15

TRISTIAN

Isa is strutting around the table pantyless and on edge. I know she needs to reach her release. I want to give it to her. I want to tease, taste, and pleasure every inch of her. I want her to scream my name in pleasure and in pain from wanting me so damn badly. I want her crawling on her knees begging me please. And I will have it. I want to consume her every thought, her every breath, every desire she has ever craved...I want it all to be me. She is MINE. She has always been MINE.

I watch her closely as she avoids getting close to Cyrus or any of my brothers as she serves them their food and drink. Once everyone has been served, I have Isabella pull up a chair next to mine. I want her by my side, seated at the head of my table, where she belongs.

I whisper in her ear, “delicious, but not as good as the snack I had for lunch.”

Blush creeps down her cheeks, traveling down to her cleavage. She has no idea the things I want to do to her. Licking her pussy was nothing in comparison. Her inexperience turns me on. I love that I will be the one to teach her what will make her body hum and sing, only for me.

She settles comfortably beside me, even taking part in generic conversation with the guys. Eventually the table falls silent except for the sound of chewing and quiet murmurs out of earshot.

Isa speaks quietly, asking me more about Goldoni.

“Goldoni has been after me for months trying to set me up with his daughter. Today you provided me with an easy alibi, a reason why I haven’t been interested. But don’t worry, I’ll never sell you to him. You are mine Isa,” I tell her knowing that one day I will take her as my wife. “It’s better to stretch the truth than to fabricate a lie, easier to keep things straight. You are mine, Isa and I told him so.”

Goldoni’s interest in Isa is infuriating and I’ll need to take extra steps to ensure his curiosity dies quickly. He’s not a man to give up easily when he sees something he wants. And if he wants Isa, he won’t stop until he takes her or I kill him.

Her eyes narrow on me curious, knowing there is more that I’m not saying, but I let my hand do the talking. My fingers trail up her thigh to her pussy. With force, I place my fingers between her thighs as she clenches them around my hand. Her pulse is racing. She is uncomfortable with the fact she loves the thrill of my pleasuring her sweet spot during the middle of dinner.

“Eat, Isa,” I demand, feeding her a bite of bread with my free hand.