4. ANDREY

Chapter 4

ANDREY

My cock has never been so rock hard, throbbing against the fabric of my pants, straining for release. The combination of Isabella's innocence and defiance is a dangerous mix that has my blood boiling in my veins. Never have I nearly lost control as I have with Isabella over the past three nights and two days.

Each time my fingers or erection brush against her wet entrance, the memory of how snugly she enveloped me when I penetrated her two nights ago floods back. The sensation of her slick juices coating my finger as she came all over them and the intoxicating taste of her nectar when my tongue dipped into her pussy has me craving for more.

Jesus, just watching the way her head tilted back and her eyes glazed, her white teeth biting her lip, and her body tensed and arched when her orgasm shook through her and she cried out, nearly had me blowing my load in my pants. I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees, lift that satin skirt higher, and lap up the sweet juice I knew would be leaking from her pussy.

God, Isabella is magnificent! I can feel her tremble against me. I let her lie on my chest for a few minutes. I hold her, kissing her hair, stroking her back, but keeping my erection firmly between her legs pressed against her mound. A clear message that there is more to come, and this tender moment is just that—a moment.

I could tell when Isabella recognized she was losing control and that her struggle had shifted from battling against me to fighting her own awakened desires. Nonetheless, my little hellcat clung to her remaining resolve and regal defiance through the heady fog of desire.

When Isabella finally gave over, she did so with wanton abandon, owning her need like a queen while I watched her grinding herself into an orgasm on my hand.

I don't ever want to break her fiery spirit, and I look forward to the many days and delicious nights of battle with her. But Isabella has to resign herself to the fact that she is now my wife. Her life is mine now.

I want all of her—mind, body, and soul. I will not settle for less from her, and she will have to learn her place and that I'm the one in charge of this relationship. While I love her spirit, if kept unchecked, it could cost lives, including her own.

I draw in a silent breath and step back from her, pushing her away from me. Her eyes lift towards mine, and they are filled with a wariness like a deer watching a lion from a distance.

I hold her gaze as I lift her long amazing legs and hook them around my waist before lifting her so I can pull the long dress up to her waist, giving me better access to her pussy. Running my hands up her bare thigh, I grab and tear off her lacey underwear. Hearing her suck in a breath, I drop the now ripped underwear onto the floor.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still dark pools of desire. My index fingers open and brush along her pussy lips before slipping inside. She's sopping wet and slick as my thumb slides into her tight juicy passage, and my other finger starts to twirl and tap her swollen clit.

A low groan escapes her lips, "Oh fuck." She bites her lip while leaning back on the desk. I can see her eyes start to take on a sensual glaze of ecstasy.

My cock starts to throb and twitch, reaching out toward her. I kiss her cheek to her ear as my thumb and forefinger work in unison on her wetness below. One is plunging into her, and the other is stroking her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm. I kiss the side of her cheek to her and whisper. "Does your sopping wet pussy want my cock?"

"Oh god, yes, yes," Isabella moans. "Please, fuck me, Andrey. I need you inside me."

I stop moving my hand, and she lets out a painful guttural. "NO! Please don't stop. I can't stand it."

"Do you want to feel my cock inside you, princess?" I ask her again.

She stares into my eyes with the look of a person on edge at the point of breaking. But I can see she knows what I want her to say.

Isabella swallows, nods, and says, "Yes, Andrey, I do. I want your cock in my sopping wet pussy."

"That's my queen," I tell her, kissing her while removing my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock.

Her eyes devour me, and her hand reaches for it. Closing over the shaft, she massaged it while pulling me close. "Fuck, I love the feel of your soft hands me."

"I want to taste you again." Isabella's words are soft.

Oh, Fuck me! Her words are erotic as they are innocent, and I want nothing more than to feel her mouth on me and watch her plump lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me dry. But I'm also aware that we don't have much time.

"I promise you, princess," I say, moving closer, and this time using my thumb on her clit while sticking my middle finger inside her, and her pussy walls clamp around. Jesus, she's so responsive. I just hope that I don't go off like a fucking green teenager the minute I enter her. "Tonight, you and I are going to explore every inch of each other while I introduce you to more sensual pleasure."

"O… O…" Isabella's eyes widen as I replace my finger with the tip of my cock and start to push inside her. "Oh… so…" She moves her head side to side, licking her lips, her breathing becoming erratic, and she pushes her hips toward me. I give a little thrust and stop as I hit her cervix and hold for a few minutes. "Oh shit… shit, that feels incredible. I feel so full."

Isabella is leaning back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her hips to accept my cock into her wet tight warmth. She clamps her legs tighter around me, pulling me closer.

"Fuck you're still so tight," I groan, starting to move slowly. "So fucking good." I wrap my hands around her ass, teasing her bum cheeks. My movements get a little harder, harder, and soon, I'm slamming into her.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes." Isabella's voice is rising. "Fuck me hard. I need you deeper, deeper!"

Her thighs tighten around me. Her hands are now on my shoulders as she moves with me. I watch her tits jiggle as I pound into her. Her head is tilted back, and strands of lush dark tendrils have escaped her chignon. I lean forward to kiss the long, elegant line of her exposed neck. I feel myself building and building, but I don't want to cum yet.

I can feel her pussy walls start to contract and tighten around my cock. Isabella builds to a crescendo. She's about to cum, and I pull out, getting rewarded with an agonizing scream that sounds like it's ripped from her throat.

"Noooooooooo!" Isabella's startled eyes search mine. "Oh, please, no." Her voice is soft, and I can see her eyes start to tear up. "Why?" A small sob escapes her throat. "Why?'

"Shh, princess." I smile gently, unhook her legs from around me, put my hands on her waist, and pull her from the desk. "Trust me. You'll have what you want soon."

I turn her around, pushing her body over the oak desk. I lift the dress's skirt once again and spread her legs. My hand separates her ass cheeks before I ram my cock into her.

"Oh, my fucking God!" Isabella cries.

Her head lifts, her hands grasp the other side of the desk as I start to pump her pussy from behind. I know I'm not going to last long. I reach around and begin to give her clit attention.

"Oh… ohh," She moans, dropping her cheek onto the desk.

Each thrust into her, I watch her bounce face down on the desk. "Fuck, so good, so good. Don't stop." Isabella calls out.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I couldn't stop if I wanted to," I growl.

I'm right on the edge. My movement picks up speed. I remove my finger from her clit. Both hands grip her bum cheeks to pull them apart. As I pound into her, I allow my thumb to tease her puckered butt hole.

"Oh, God, oh God," Isabella pants. I notice her grip on the other side of the desk. Her body is tensing. She screams, "Andrey, fuck, oh fuckkkkkkkk."

Her pussy walls clamp around my cock. I carry on slamming into her. I feel her pulsing orgasm start to milk me, and then I'm sliding over the edge. "Agggghhhhhhhhhh," I grunt and keep pounding until I empty all my seed inside her.

I fall forward over her, careful to lean on my elbows. I'm kissing her back while I slow my movements. Her pussy hugs my cock while we come down from the orgasmic high. We lay panting and spent. I give her shoulder a few more kisses before I pull out of her and push myself off Isabella.

She lies there beautifully displayed with her dress around her waist. Legs wide open and fuck me if I don't want to drop between them and drink her juices. I start to pull up my pants and right my clothes. Isabella turns, sits up, and slips off the desk, smoothing down her skirt before fixing her bra and pulling up her dress.

Her cheeks are pink, and she won't meet my eyes. Instead, she scans the floor and finds her ripped panties. She finds them and dips down to pick them up, but I bend and grab them. I slip them into my pocket.

She stands and lifts her eyes to mine. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, but her mask is back in place, and her eyes are once again shuttered. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and I sigh. She is so fucking stubborn.

"I don't have any other panties," Isabella points out in her flat voice.

"No one will know," I tell her. "You'll go without them for the rest of the day."

"I'll get another pair when we get to my home ," Isabella states, deliberately emphasizing the last words, letting me know her declaration earlier at the altar still stood.

"Are you really going to do this the hard way, princess?" I ask.

Isabella nods. She steps around me and then moves toward the small mirror next to the bathroom to fix her hair. "We need to go," is all she says, smoothing her skirt once more.

"Before we do," I say, turning to unlock the door and pull it open for her to walk-through. "I'd like to give you your birthday present."

"What?" Isabella stops dead and looks at me as if she'd forgotten it was her birthday. "Oh!" She swallows. "I wasn't expecting anything."

"It's your birthday. A milestone one," I say, indicating that she follows me. I walk through the kitchen, into the utility room, and to the door that leads into the multi-car garage."

"What is it?" Isabella asks me, weary of my intentions. "A cell in your garage?"

I sigh again and shake my head. "Close your eyes, Isabella."

"Why?" Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "So I can't see when you shove me into it and lock me in there?"

"You're being very dramatic," I tell her calmly. "And we don't have cells in the garage. Those are in the dungeon."

She stiffens, and her eyes widen in shock. "You have a dungeon?" she splutters, and I nod. There is no use lying about it, and she'll probably find out anyway. "That's barbaric."

"Your father has a dungeon, too, princess," I point out. "Is he barbaric?"

"My father has a wine cellar, " Isabella says. "I don't think the wine minds being kept in its ideal environment."

"Ah!" I nod. "Is that what your father calls it?" I know I'm now tormenting her. "Whatever helps him sleep at night."

I'm pegged with an icy glare, which is better than blank indifference. But I'm getting tired of the little princess looking down her nose at me in disgust just because her father's shielded her from who she really is. But tonight, I plan on making Marco Moretti tell his daughter the truth—about everything ! I can see why Isabella was trying to run away three nights ago when I met her.

Her father is a lying sack of shit. Marco is also a very dangerous, lying sack of shit. While I can understand why he'd raise Isabella as he did, as far as I'm concerned, it was reckless and stupid of him. He put her at unnecessary risk, and I know she's going to react badly if she hears the truth.

After hearing how she drugged her guards to get out the house the night I met her, witnessing her daring escape, and having her almost best me—Marco Moretti can count himself lucky his daughter has moved out, or he'd have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life. Fuck, I want to kill the man for his deceit with Isabella.

"Close your eyes, Isabella," I tell her again. "You have my word that it's a good surprise with no cells or dungeons. In fact, it will give you a bit of the freedom you crave," I add as an incentive.

I see her surprise before she nods and pins me with a clear warning shining in her beautiful eyes. "I'm warning you, though," fire flashes in her eyes, and I can tell she means whatever's coming next, "if you trick me and I land up in a dungeon, you will be sorry." Her eyes dip down pointedly to my cock.

Is it wrong that I'm suddenly so turned on again? Fuck, she is the most magnificent woman I've ever met. All fire and ice.

"Understood." I nod. "Now, will you close your eyes?"

Isabella flashes me one last warning look. I have to suppress my smile, but she closes her eyes. I open the garage door and pull her inside. I guide her to where her present awaits her.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Isabella asks when we stop.

"Yes," I tell her, and as her eyes open, I say. "Happy birthday, Isabella." Doing one of those tah-dah-type arm spreading movements.

Isabella's eyes widen in disbelief. She stares at the brand new top-of-the-line Porsche Cayenne with a blue bow on it.

"That's for me?" Isabella looks at me in astonishment, then back to the car. "You bought me my car?"

"Stacy told me that you'd always wanted a car, but your father wouldn't allow you to have one," I confess.

"You asked Stacy what to get me for my birthday?" Isabella's astonishment intensifies.

"I'm sorry, I had to," I admit. "But next year, I intend to be more original as I'll know you better."

"What?" Isabella frowns at me, and realization dawns in her eyes. "Oh, no." She shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that." She smiles at me, and this time, it reaches her eyes, and for the first time since we met, they light with excitement and joy. "I'm just amazed as it's the first time a person has bothered to ask what I wanted as a present." She pauses and gives a soft, nervous laugh. "Well, besides Stacy, that is. But then again, she usually knows without having to ask, as we know what each of us is like." I can see she is nervous, excited, and overwhelmed.

My gut clenches as I fight the feelings hitting me. For fuck's sake, didn't her father ever take the time to find out what his daughter wanted as a gift?

"Do you want to drive it to your father's house?" I pull the keys from my pocket.

Isabella looks from the keys to me. I see something that looks like regret flicker in her gaze right before she flings herself into my arms and kisses me. "Thank you, Andrey. It's the best gift I've ever gotten."

The impact of her kiss dazes me. I'm stunned by the genuine look of gratitude in her eyes, and I barely notice that Isabella's snatched the keys from my hand until I hear the alarm tweet and the door open.

"Come on then." Isabella's voice is filled with excitement.

I've never had jelly legs before from an emotional encounter. It's a new sensation for me as I wobble around to the passenger side of the car.