12. ISABELLA

Chapter 12

ISABELLA

Andrey drops his hand from my mouth, takes the sponge, and then turns me to face him. His eyes are dark pools of lust. "I told you the other night you're no longer allowed to pleasure yourself, princess."

"I was washing myself," I lie, but I know my eyes, my hoarse voice, and hard nipples are giving me away. And if he puts his finger near my clit he'll find my pussy is soaking and not from the shower. "My former puppet master has requested my presence. I wanted to be clean and fresh before I go."

Choosing my words carefully and fighting to regain control over my traitorous nether regions and body that burn for his touch, I try to keep my face from betraying me.

"Still fighting it, princess?" Andrey's eyes travel over my body being pelted with the sting of the shower spray.

I refuse to let my eyes look at his magnificent form or long, hard cock teasing my pussy with its soft pulse as it rests nestled on the hood of my vagina.

"I don't know what you're referring to." Wow, I'm on a roll with all the lies here. "Can you be more specific?" My eyes narrow. "There are many things I can still be fighting." Why am I goading him?

"Me." Andrey's voice is soft and throaty; there's a catch to it. "You're still fighting me. There's no escape from this, princess. You are truly mine now." He reaches out and traces my tight nipple with his index finger. "So beautiful." He growls before dipping his head and replacing his finger with his tongue.

"Ohhhh," rattles its way out of my throat before I have time to catch it or my breath as he moves to the other nipple. "We…" I swallow. "We don't have time…"

My breath starts to shorten when his mouth pulls the sensitive bud into it, and his hands trail up my thighs, heading to the place of my pulsing desire. His teeth nip my nipple, and I cry out from the pain as his thumbs pull my pussy lips apart. His finger starts to tease my sensitive clit.

Andrey's mouth moves up, and his lips claim mine in a bruising kiss while his finger leaves my clit. I moan against his lips in frustration, but it changes to one of pleasure when his cock presses into me, rubbing against my wetness. My hips move of their own accord in time, with his pushing me toward a climax.

"Do you want to cum, princess?" Andrey's teeth pull at my bottom lip, letting it plop through his before leaning into my ear. His hip movement is slowly picking up speed as he rubs himself between my pussy lips. "Don't lie to me because I can feel your clit swelling against my cock, and I know if I shove a finger inside you, your sopping wet tight little pussy walls will clamp greedily around it, begging me to finger fuck it."

I should recoil from his crudeness. Push him away, but we both know he's speaking the truth and that when he has me like this, I become a slave to this overwhelming dark desire for him. I know I should push him away, but my hips won't slow down. His hands move to my tits, and he starts to pluck, knead, and fondle them.

"Do you want me to stop, princess?" Andrey's says in my ear. I shake my head. "Then answer me." He pinches my nipples.

"Ow!" I yell and can't stop my hands from reaching out and scraping my nails down his muscular torso. "No, don't stop. Please don't stop. I want to cum." My hands reach around his waist, running down to his tight ass to pull him closer. "I need you inside me."

Andrey's hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he pushes against the rough, cold shower tiles. The water makes our bodies slick, and the combination of the stinging spray adds another level of sensitivity to my skin. Heightening the feel of his firm body presses against my boobs that are squashed against it.

In one swift move, Andrey impales me on his cock, his lips sucking and kissing my neck as he holds me still for a moment. He always holds still for a moment when he enters me, making the breath catch in my throat as he fills my pussy with his cock. It's like being suspended at that moment when you are about to freefall through the air on a parachute jump.

My stomach, pussy, clit, and muscle tense with sensation while I hold my breath, waiting for that incredible feeling when Andrey starts to move his hips, pounding his cock into me. His thrusts get harder and harder as our momentum picks up speed. I'm being pushed towards an orgasm and pull him closer.

"Please, please." I push slightly away from him now, trying to take over the momentum to get to my release. I started gyrating my hips, rubbing my clit against the hair around his cock, needing the friction on it.

"Andrey…" I pant. "Andrey…" I have no idea why I'm calling his name. My eyes shut, my head falls back, and I'm just about to go over the edge when he stops moving.

"Open your eyes, princess. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes when I fill you with my seed," Andrey growls, his thrusts getting more frenzied, his eyes starting to glaze over. "Jesus, you feel so good wrapped around my cock." The veins in his neck strain as he pushes us over the edge. "Fuckkkk."

"Andrey," I call out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as we both explode.

Andrey keeps one arm around my waist and the other on the wall as he collapses forward, his breath coming out in gulps. We catch our breaths for a few moments before he lets me down, picks up the sponge, and starts to wash me from the neck down with slow, sensual strokes.

My legs feel like jelly, and my skin is still sensitive to the feeling of his now delicate touch. Before he gets to my nether regions, he hands the sponge to me, his eyes holding mine with their intense gaze.

I take it and start to wash him from his neck, over his broad shoulders, feeling every muscle and dent of his magnificent body. Before I move to his cock he turns, and I start the same washing movements on his back.

This time he lets me move down over his firm butt, down his long powerful legs, to his feet. He has nice feet for a man. I'm crouched down behind him so I can get to them when he turns, and I find his cock in front of my face. It's not rock hard as it was, but it's standing to attention.

My greedy pussy responds with a tingle even though it's just been fed. But I have an overwhelming desire to wrap my lips around his shaft that is pointing at me. I drop to my knees, ignoring the discomfort of the hard tiles on my knees. I run the sponge up the inside of his left leg to the apex of his legs. Letting my fingernails lightly run over his balls, I'm rewarded with his intake of breath, and his cock jumps.

Slowly, my hand runs up the inside of Andrey's other leg. I push them apart, and he moves them, allowing me to push the sponge between them, moving it to the bottom of his butt cheeks. I pull it forward toward me over the path between his ass and balls. I apply slight pressure, and his knees buckle slightly.

"Ahhh," Andrey groans, his hands flexing into fists at his sides.

I give his balls a gentle massage the way I know he likes it before sponging down his shaft and feeling it hardening in my hands. Dropping the sponge, one hand reaches for his balls, and the other cups his dick as I start to move my hand while my tongue traces the tip.

"Oh fuck, baby," Andrey growls, his hands curling into my hair. "Take me in your mouth." I open my lips and move my hand to the base of the shaft as I push my head forward, sucking him into my mouth. "Princess, your mouth is so warm and soft." He breathes, his hands tightening in my hair.

My head bobs back and forth while my mouth fucks his cock, and my tongue runs up and down the base of it.

"Oh, Christ, Isabella, what are you doing to me?" Andrey grunts, his hips moving in time with me while his hands hold my head. "That feels so good, baby."

Our movements get faster and faster. My own desire is building, but I want to have Andrey finish in my mouth. I want to taste him, but he suddenly stops and pulls me away.

"What…" I say, staring up at him through the water running down my face.

He smiles and lifts me off my knees. "I like to feel your tight pussy clamping around my cock when I cum."

"I wanted to taste you." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

Andrey looks stricken as he stares at me for a few seconds before pulling me to him and crushing his lips to mine. "I want you to taste me, princess." His voice is rough and barely a whisper. "Later, I promise."

He stands up, takes my hand shower, regulates the water temperature, and starts to run the water over my body. The combination of the gentle pressure he has the hand shower on, and the punishing one of the main heads, causes a rush of heady sensation through me that pools at the center of my legs.

Andrey's hand snakes out to cup my mound while his thumb teases my now highly sensitive swollen clit. At first, it burns from having had sex twice in the space of a few hours, but the burn soon turns to a throb of pleasure. Our eyes meet and hold. His dark, desire-filled eyes hold mine, and he hands me the shower head.

"Play with yourself for me, princess," Andrey says softly. "Show me how you pleasure yourself like the night we first met in my shower. I want to watch you."

Fuck, I know I should look away from his mesmerizing eyes and say what the fuck? No way . But like the first night when I pleasured myself in his shower that rush I got when I found him watching me fills me once again.

Not breaking eye contact, I take the showerhead and make the water do an erotic dance over my body. My free hand touches my tits and tweaks my nipples while the other lowers the shower head toward my pussy. I see Andrey's eyes follow my hands as his Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and his cock is now ramrod straight.

"Show me how you work your pussy, Isabella." The command mixed with my name sends a jolt through me. I increase the water pressure in the handheld shower. I open my pussy lips so he can see all of me and start to work my clit with my index finger, allowing my middle finger to dip inside me. "You're so goddamn beautiful."

Position the shower head directly over my index finger, which I use to help increase the pleasure and pressure on my core. I can feel myself building toward an orgasm as my breaths come out in a pant and my head falls back. Before my eyes start to roll back in my head while I wait for the orgasm, Andrey has me pinned against the shower wall, his lips devouring mine and his cock pressing into me.

"Jesus Christ, you drive me fucking wild, Isabella," Andrey growls, his voice low and husky as he rips the handheld showerhead from my grasp. The water, now nearly cold, is turned off in one swift motion.

Andrey lifts me effortlessly onto him, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. But this time, instead of impaling me on his shaft, Andrey swings us around, heading for the door with a determined stride. In his haste, he grabs two towels, and we make our way into my bedroom.

Andrey gently lowers me to the ground, his touch surprisingly gentle yet full of urgency. Taking one of the towels, he starts to dry my hair with quick strokes, causing me to giggle as his rough fingers pat at my scalp. His intense gaze never leaves mine as he pulls me closer, his other hand grabbing the second towel and starting to dry my skin with firm but gentle movements.

The sensation of his touch against my heated skin sends shivers down my spine and reignites a burning desire within me. I can feel every nerve ending come alive under his touch once again as he continues to dry me off, his warm breath brushing against my neck. The world fades away, and all that exists at this moment is us as I push what's to come to the back of my mind

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and filled with awe. His eyes never leave mine as he moves closer. His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of my skin like a blind man reading brail.

Our bodies dance together, fueled by the desire once again building between us. Even though we've just ridden an exploding wave of desire, the passion ignites once again.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, his eyes filled with hunger as he looks down at me. He takes my hand and presses it against his rock-hard cock. "Can you feel what you do to me, princess?" My hand cups his cock and gently starts to play with and a groan escapes him. "I've never wanted someone as much as I do you."

His words make my heart jolt, but I know I can't let them mean anything to me. It's bad enough I've gone off schedule. I don't even know what the time is or how long Andrey and I have been locked in my room together. But I'm aching for his touch once again and desperate for one last mind-shattering encounter with Andrey—my husband.

No, Isabella , you can't think of him like that. I give myself a stern talking-to. Before I can ponder the war raging inside me, Andrey lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. I'm waiting for him to throw me onto it like he's done a few times before, but to my surprise, he lays me down gently.

Andrey picks up one of the towels and dries himself while our eyes are locked. When he's done, he walks toward the bed and covers me with his body, lips claiming mine and a passionate kiss that makes my toes curl and a warm streak of desire swirl in my belly.

When he finally lifts his head, Andrey grabs hold of me and rolls us, pulling me on top of him. My knees curl next to him, and I sit with my pussy pressed into the lower half of his belly. I can feel the bit of hair there teasing my clit and still the need to start rubbing myself against it.

"Feed me your pussy, Isabella. I want to taste you." Andrey's eyes are dark with carnal desire, and his voice is thick.

I swallow and move toward him, feeling awkward because I'm not sure how this works. But he slides down, grabs my hips, and pulls me toward him. I position my pussy above his mouth and lower myself onto it, my hand reaching out to grab the headboard as his mouth closes around my mound.

Andrey's hands push my legs wider apart to give him better access as he starts to feast on my juices, and I feel myself back on the edge I don't think I fully came down from in the shower. The feeling of his mouth sucking on me while his tongue laps at me is incredible and just when I think it couldn't feel any better, he lifts me slightly and sticks his tongue in me.

"Oh, my God!" rips from my throat as his tongue swirls and thrust. "Of fuck, Andrey." He starts to move his face, and I can feel the slight roughness of his afternoon shadow prickle my softness as I soak his face with my coiling desire. "Oh, yes, that feels so goooood." I'm starting to pant. Andrey moves his hand. As he thrusts and swirls his tongue I feel his thumb flick and swirl around my clit and the world around me explodes.

While I'm riding the wave of my orgasm, Andrey lifts me and puts me down on his rock-hard cock. I cry out, sure I can't take anymore of this feeling until he starts to move and I find myself moving along with him, riding the crest of my last explosive orgasm.

"Oh, baby, I hope you're ready for me," Andrey groans. "Oh, fuck, I love the way your pussy milks my cock." His hands move from my hips to massage my boobs and tweak my nipples. Soon I'm bouncing up and down on his shaft. "That's it baby, ride me."

"Andrey," I breathe. "Oh fuck, Andrey, I'm… I'm right there."

I lean my hands on his chest and start pumping myself faster and faster until another orgasm rips through me at the same time Andrey sucks in a breath, a groan rolling through his chest and through his lips as he fills me with his seed. I'm still spasming from the orgasm when he rolls us over once again, his hips still grinding against mine as his lips crush mine.

When we come down from the high of pleasure, Andrey rolls us onto our sides. His body is wrapped around me, and I feel warm in his strong arms. Andrey kisses my head.

"I don't want to move," Andrey tells me. "I want to stay here and explore every inch of you, but your father's waiting for us, and Genevra was not happy when I told her to leave us."

"Oh, shit!" My eyes widened. "I nearly forgot, I have to go." Fuck, did I just say that? "I have to go to my father's office. He doesn't like to be kept waiting," I quickly correct myself.

Fuck, I hope I haven't screwed up the plans with my unscheduled late afternoon quickie. Well, it wasn't really a quickie, though. God, how many times did I orgasm? I glance at the clock when I rush back into my room, stopping when I see Andrey sitting on the bed waiting for me. He's already dressed and doesn't look like we just had a sex marathon.

Shit! "Uh, I need to get dressed."

"Go ahead." Andrey smiles. "I love watching you."

"Well, that's not disturbing at all." I laugh nervously. "But seriously, Andrey, I'm … we're late to meet my father." I dodge him as he reaches out for me. I grab the clothes that are now on the chair, and hurry to get them on. "Shit my hair."

"I'll go down and keep your father company," Andrey says, standing. He walks up behind me at my dresser while I'm trying to untangle my damp, knotty hair. He kisses the top of my head once again. "How long do you think before we can leave the party?"

"Three or four more drinks, maybe?" A pang of guilt hits me as Andrey is being nice and even caring to me at the moment. He's a bastard and ruthless. Never forget that, I tell myself. Always be careful around animals, Isabella. Even the most tame animal is still an animal. I'm sure that applies to ruthless Bratva princes as well.

No sooner has Andrey left my room, than Genevra rushes in. She doesn't say a word about what she must know Andrey and I were doing, making my cheeks heat.

"We have to hurry. There's not a lot of time left," Genevra tells me, taking the brush and gently getting the last of the knots out. She stops and looks over my shoulder at me in the mirror. "You look so much like your mother. She'd be so proud of you, sweet girl."

I smile at Genevra, wishing I'd known this side of her for the past eighteen years. But she had her reason for being the way she was. I stand and hug her.

"Thank you for everything."

Her arms wrap around me squeezing me."I'm going to miss you so much. But I can't be happier that you're finally going to get out, away from this world of your father's."

Before I can say anything more, she ushers me out the door. I stand in the hallway and my heart lurches with excitement while my soul has a heaviness about it. I know it has to do with Andrey and while he drives me wild with desire, I may not be worldly-wise in the way of relationships, but I do know they can't just be built on sex.

As I follow Genevra down the stairs to my father's office, I think about this time tomorrow and how I'll finally be free to live my life how I want to. Even if I'm not too sure what I want at the moment, at least whatever it turns out to be it will be my choice.