He lands a mean right hook against my jaw, my teeth cutting into my cheek and gets another in on my cheekbone. I jerk my hips, throwing him off balance and manage to get to my knees before he rights himself. I land a hit to his mouth, splitting his lip.
It was necessary. He was just going to fight me at every turn.
He lunges and we roll, I end up on top, throwing one punch, two, splitting his brow but the fucker rams his knee up and into my cock.
“Cheap!” I groan, falling to the side.
“I don’t give a fuck,” He growls, slamming a fist hard into my nose, “that’s for Eleanor.”
I stop his next hit and throw him off. Blood leaks from my face, much like his but he doesn’t stop coming and he crashes into me, tackling me into the table behind us. “That’s for Isobel!” He continues.
Suddenly ice-cold water is tipped over us. I suck in a breath and Kingston reels around defensively, only to find Isobel with one hand on her hip, the other holding an empty jug of water dangling from the tips of her fingers.
“You want to act like animals,” Isobel snaps, “I’ll treat you like them!”
She steps in front of me, stopping Kingston’s approach. “You, leave, now,” she orders, “You,” she growls at me, “Upstairs.”
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Isobel shakes her head, rubbing the alcohol soaked cotton pad across the cut in my brow. Stings like a motherfucker but I’d take it with how she stands between my legs, her breasts in my face, that deep plunge giving me a view of all her creamy skin.
She was my obsession.
My vice.
The thing that gave me breath and the will to live.
It was unhealthy, and toxic, but like fuck would I give her up. And she wouldn’t leave me.
“He needed to get it out his system,” I mumble, letting my eyes devour all the skin she has on show. I gently slide my hands up the backs of her thighs.
“By letting him beat the shit out of you.”
I chuckle, “It’s good for the soul.”
She tuts and then dries the skin on my brow, whispering her fingers down the side of my face and over the blooming bruise. “He could have very well killed you, Hunter.”
“Mm,” I agree, “But he wouldn’t and last I checked, Snow, you didn’t care if he did.”
“Don’t start,” she snaps at me, making to step away. My fingers dig into her thighs, bringing her forward. I bury my face between her breasts, pain bursting as I make contact, but damn it if I am moving. Her warmth sits against me, her sweet scent stuffing itself up my nose. She looses a breath and then brings her hands around the back of my head, threading her fingers into my hair. Her nails scratch at my scalp and I damn near purr at the sensation of it.
“We’ve all seen enough pain and suffering,” she whispers, circling her fingers on my skull, “Can we just try to get through this without losing anybody?”
I tilt my head up, finding her already looking down at me. “I’ll behave.”
She smiles a little and then brings her face down, kissing me softly, “I’m going to bed,” she whispers against my lips. I run my hands up the backs of her legs, sliding under the dress.
She sighs softly, straightening as my fingers massage into her muscles. I help her undress, slipping the silk from her body and the underwear covering her, leaving her only in those heels.
“I told you I’d have you in just these,” I grin, taking a step back to admire the view. She takes my breath away every time.
I sit back on the bed, keeping her stood in just those heels, running my hands down the length of her legs. I hook a hand behind her knee, raising it until the toe of her stiletto rests at the edge of the mattress.
“You are divine,” I mumble, “my perfectly, vicious little Snow.”
Leaning forward, I blow a breath across her sensitive clit, reveling in the shiver it causes.
“You’re going to stand very, very still, Isobel, you’re going to stand there and let me eat. You’re going to take it like a good girl, and when I’m done, I’ll let you sleep.”
Her eyes burn as she stares down me, watching as I close the gap between my mouth and her cunt. I lick, tasting her first, using the flat edge of my tongue to swipe from her entrance to her clit. Her knees shake, and I grin on her.
“Still, Isobel, otherwise I’ll keep you here all night.”
Her hands ball into fists at her side, chest heaving and nipples peaking with her arousal. A flush has spread from her chest, up her neck and onto her cheeks. I close my mouth around her swollen clit, sucking it into my mouth and she tenses, forcing herself to remain still. I devour her, sucking and tasting, letting my teeth scrape on that bundle of nerves. Somehow, she remains still though her head is tipped back, facing the ceiling and her moans fill the hotel room. I run a hand up the inside of her thigh, sliding two fingers deep into her, curling until I can rub up against that sweet spot inside.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
“You’re being so good, Snow,” I praise. A mixture of her arousal and my saliva drips down the inside of her thigh. Pumping my fingers, I lean across to lap it up.
She shivers, desperately trying to keep still but I feel that tension in her muscles, see it as her stomach muscles clench and flex.
“Do you think you’ll be so good when I make you see stars?” I ask.
“Try it and find out,” she breathes.
I chuckle darkly before I expertly flick my tongue at her clit, circling and licking until those moans turn louder and I feel her start to spasm on my fingers.
“Come all over my face, Snow,” I demand, “Give it to me.”
“Yes,” she pants. I fuck her with my hand and then she shatters, pussy clenching violently around my fingers, drenching my hand. But through it all, she somehow manages to stay still.
Slowly I withdraw my hand, sucking my fingers into my mouth while she watches.
“Good girl,” I praise, helping to lower her foot to the ground before sliding one heel off and then the other. I guide her to the bed, covering her with the blanket before I strip and climb in behind her. I was aching for her, but I’d keep my word and let her sleep.
She nestles against me, warm and soft and I know the moment she finally falls asleep, her body relaxes and her breathing evens out. I watch her for a while, memorizing the way her lashes sit on the apples of her cheeks so I can draw it later, how she gets a little crease in her brow as she dreams and the way her lips part subtly.
I brush some dark hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear before I finally settle, letting myself drift with her.
Tomorrow would bring challenges yet again, there would be more fighting and scheming but that wasn’t the worst to come.
I was ready for the Syndicate. I was ready to watch them bleed.
I was ready to finally end this for Isobel.