Chapter 14

Isabella

I fidget in bed. The darkness hides his features, but I know Vance is asleep in the chair across the room. The gun is probably on his lap. He wasn't kidding when he said he would keep me attached to his hip. I hate being attached to someone I can't touch, even when I beg for it.

I squeeze my legs together, the frustration from earlier still coursing through my body. Vance spanked me so hard that he left bruises where his fingertips dug into my ass.

I sigh and get out of bed, pausing in case Vance stirs when my feet touch the floor. I leave the bedroom in my nightgown and head to the kitchen. When I pour myself a drink, I can only hope it will calm the energy between my legs.

Vodka. My favorite.

I put the glass beneath the freezer's ice maker and fill it halfway. The ice spreads as the clear, expensive liquor smothers it. I take a heavy sip, enjoying the burn at the back of my throat. And then another. With the glass tilted to my lip, I hear my door slam.

Fuck.

Vance shows up in the doorway. His lips are drawn tight. "What did I say about staying by my side until tomorrow?"

"It's a quick trip to the kitchen. Relax."

"I swear to god. You won't learn until you're abducted, will you?"

"Probably not even then, to be honest." I throw back the rest of my drink. "I don't like being treated like a child."

Vance steps into me, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on my chest. I scoop up one of the ice cubes, and the cold bites my fingers. I bring it to my mouth as I stare into his selfish soul. His eyes are on me as I spread my lips and take the cold block into my mouth. A low growl leaves his throat.

"Don't tease me like that, little girl," he whispers, a frustrated exhale moving over his lips. "I've been thinking about your mouth for way too long."

"Take it, then," I say as I pop the ice cube out of my mouth.

He shakes his head. "You know I can't."

The ice melts in my hand, sending a line of water dripping from my palm to the floor. My eyes darken as I tip my hand over my chest, letting the water slide between my breasts.

Vance reaches into the glass and pulls out another ice cube. He puts it between his teeth, leans into me, and tears down the straps of my nightgown. The thin fabric falls, exposing my chest.

He growls before dropping his mouth to my breast and using his tongue to move the cold square along my left nipple. It stiffens against the ice. He balances the ice cube on his lips and runs it up one breast and down the other, hovering over my right nipple. I gasp as the soft sensuality conflicts with who he is on every level.

I clench my thighs.

He's playing my game. I know damn well he won't give me anything I want.

Even so, I play into his fleeting touch because I'm overcome by a carnal need that just isn't being met. I don't think it ever will be.

Vance leans me against the counter and drops the ice cube to the floor before he tongues my nipple with the warming heat of his mouth. I moan and drop back my head, burying my hand in his hair. His fingers trail up my bare thighs, and just when I think he's going to touch the spot I want him to touch the most, he stops his ascent. His fingers tease and titillate my upper thighs, right before the juncture between my legs.

"Please," I beg. And I hate myself for it, but I ache. I physically ache to feel his touch inside me.

He rises from my chest and brings his mouth so disgustingly close to mine. "I like when you beg, Isabella."

I scoff.

"I bet you'd do anything I asked if it meant you could tend to that ache in your cunt, huh?"

I roll my eyes, but he's right. I would drop to my knees and beg for his mouth to be anywhere besides my tits. I'd ride his face like a madwoman if he'd let me.

He'd never let me, though. Because of his "morals." His "pride." His "dignity." Fuck all of those things. I would give up all that's meant to be holy in my matrimony to come on his face again. Why can't he?

I lean in to kiss him, but he squeezes my cheek and pushes me back.

"We can't do that. As much as I want to."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Vance. Why tease me like that?"

He smirks. "So that you'll know how I've felt since the day I got here. Teased as fuck." He swallows. "Now get your sexy ass back to bed."

I huff. "Yes, daddy," I say with a groan as I pull up the straps of my nightgown.

He plays a fair game, and I don't like it. I will up my game if I have to. I've never taken kindly to not getting my way. I always get what I want, and right now, that's Vance.