8. ISABELLA

Chapter 8

ISABELLA

A soft caress teasing my nipples through my flannel top wakes me. My eyes open to find myself in a hazy dreamscape, with tendrils of desire winding through me.

My stomach knots when I find Andrey standing before me naked. My already heated skin craves to feel every inch of him pressed against me. Including his ramrod stiff cock that’s proudly pointing at me.

“Hello, Isabella,” Andrey’s voice is soft and hoarse. “I’ve missed you.”

I’m not sure if this is a dream or not, but it feels so real, and my body has craved him for the past eight weeks. I can’t deny how I feel about that. “I’ve missed you too.” The soft words tumble from my lips.

“Then take off your clothes for me and show me how much,” Andrey commands.

I sit up and start to slide off my pants, but his hands reach out and stop me. “No.” He shakes his head. “Your top. Show me your breasts.”

I swallow, and my pussy starts to throb as I feel myself begin to get wet and pull my top over my head. Andrey takes it and throws it on the floor.

“Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed,” Andrey tells me.

Mesmerized by his hypnotic eyes, deep sexy voice, and my growing need, I do as he asks. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I sit up straight, my breasts standing out proudly and my nipple tightening with the combination of being turned on and the loss of warmth.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he groans. “Show me how you like me to pinch your nipples.”

I swallow, my eyes not leaving his, and raise my hands to cup the underside of my breasts. I knead the mounds before my thumb and index finger of each hand, tweak, twist, and pinch each nipple.

A soft groan escapes my lips. I squeeze my thighs together to relieve some pressure building on my needy clit.

“Take your pants off,” Andrey orders.

I drop my hands from my tits and start to slide my pants off down my long legs, letting them drop to the floor.

“Open your legs and show me your pussy,” he commands. “Show me you’re wet for me.”

Of fuck! If I hadn’t been saturated before, I am now. A part of me wants to show him, wants to put my finger on my clit and play with myself while he watches. The other half of me is shocked at how much I love showing myself to him like this.

“Open your legs, Isabella.” Andrey’s voice gets a little more forceful. “Or do you like it when I heat that sexy little ass of yours with the palm of my hand?”

I bite my lip, keeping myself from screaming oh yes, please, spank me. I’d love to feel your hand warm my ass. And I’m shocked at just how much I want it. I shake the thought off and open my legs for Andrey.

“Wider,” Andrey says.

I spread my legs wide and feel the cool draft hit my clit as my pussy lips part.

“Now show me how you finger fuck your beautiful little pussy,” Andrey says softly. His eyes darken as they slide to my pussy.

I run my hands down my stomach to the apex of my legs. I use the index finger of one hand to circle my clit and the middle finger of the other to tease my hole. Soon I’m into a rhythm of circling and darting movements. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip as the pleasure builds inside, and my eyes close.

“Don’t cum.” Andrey barks. “I didn’t say you could cum.”

My eyes fly open to find him on his knees in front of me, pulling my hands from my pussy. Holding my eyes, he sucks the juice from my index finger and then my middle finger.

“You taste so good,” Andrey’s voice has dropped and is even huskier. “Do you want me to play with your tits and pussy now?”

“Yes, oh, God, yes,” I groan with need as his lips cover one of my nipples and then the other while his hands run up my thighs and his thumbs tease my clit.

“Oh fuck, I’ve wanted to feel your mouth on me for so long,” I moan, my hands tangling in his soft thick hair. “That feels so good.” My head is thrown back, and pleasure rocks my body.

Andrey pulls away from my breast and looks up at me with a devilish grin, his thumb still teasing my clit. “Your pussy is so nice and wet.”

I can feel myself getting wetter and more aroused with each passing second. His words only add to my arousal. Andrey leans in again, his lips on my neck as he carefully nips and sucks at the skin. His thumb continues to tease my throbbing clit while he inserts one of his fingers from his other hand into me.

“Oh fuck.” I can’t help it. My hips push onto his finger as he starts to finger fuck me. My hips fall into the rhythm, riding his hand.

I clutch onto him, desperate for more contact. He chuckles against my skin before pulling away slightly and looking into my eyes.

“No!” The words rip from my throat, and my hips automatically push forward, begging for his hand to return.

“I want you to lie down back,” he says softly. He pulls his hands from between my legs as I lie back, and he opens my legs as wide as they can go. “Mmm, now let’s examine this tight little pussy.”

Lying with my legs wide open and on display to Andrey leaves me feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. His hands slide back up my thighs, caressing the soft skin moving above the apex of my legs before leaning closer. I can feel his warm breath tickle the folds of my slick, quivering folds.

“I love your beautiful body and tight tasty pussy,” he whispers before leaning down to press a kiss onto it. “And it’s all mine.”

His words send shivers down my spine as I feel his fingers glide through my wetness before pressing a kiss onto my pussy lips. His afternoon stubble is prickling my tender skin, heightening the pleasure.

“Please,” I beg, wanting him so badly it hurts.

“Patience, princess,” Andrey teases before slowly licking up the length of my slit, causing me to cry out.

He repeats the action several times before finally plunging his tongue inside of me, making me see stars. His hands grip tightly onto my hips as he continues to lap up every drop of juice leaking from me.

As the intensity inside me builds, my breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and my heart races with anticipation. I can feel the wetness between my legs, my body aching for release. The way Andrey’s tongue dances over my sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting me, sends shivers of pleasure spurting through me.

“Fuck,” I moan, tugging at his hair and grinding my hips against his face. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Without missing a beat, Andrey stands up, his cock hard and throbbing with desire. He guides me to the headboard of the bed and positions himself between my legs, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with primal hunger. He grabs his shaft and teases my entrance, tracing slow circles around my clit before slowly pushing into me.

I cry out as he fills me up, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body on high alert as we start to move together in perfect harmony. He thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me that makes fireworks explode behind my eyelids.

“Yes, baby, let go,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, harder. Our bodies slap together, the sound of our skin on skin adding to the erotic symphony of our lovemaking. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing as I approach the precipice.

With one final, powerful thrust, Andrey sends me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. He follows soon after, his own release spilling into me as we collapse into a sweaty, satisfied heap.

I feel warm and safe, wrapped in Andrey’s powerful arms. But in the distance, I hear a sultry laugh that drags me from the warmth of Andrey’s arms. Suddenly, I’m falling through a void, reaching out and trying to hold onto Andrey, but he fades into the distance.

The laugh intensifies, and I feel a tongue darting against my swollen, sensitive clit.

“Oh, sweety, you taste so good,” the sultry voice purrs once again. “I knew you would.” I feel a finger probing my opening, but it doesn’t feel right. Worse—I can feel another orgasm starting to crest as the warm tongue teases my nub. “Don’t fight it, sweety, just let go.”

My eyes fly open to find my legs bent and a blond head between them. A scream rips from my throat, and I push her away. She lifts her head, and I can see my juices smeared all over her distorted face. Her eyes start to glow red as she licks her lips.

“Mmmm.” She sighs. “Sweet like honey.” Her body starts to creep over mine, and I find I’m paralyzed. I can’t move.

“No!” I yell, but the words barely escape my lips. “Go away. Get off me.”

“Oh, come now, sweety, don’t be shy.” The woman’s sultry laughter turns to a wicked witch cackle.

I find my strength and break free, kicking, swatting, and screaming.

“Isabella!” A voice calls from above me. “Bella. Wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”

My eyes fly open. My heart’s racing. Clutching the blankets to my chin, I scramble into a sitting position huddled close to the headboard.

As my heartbeat slows and my eyes adjust to the soft light in the room, relief floods me to find that, except for a worried-looking Stacy, I’m alone and still have my clothes on.

“Stacy?” I look at him. “Jesus! I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“I was about to take a bath when I heard you scream.” Stacy’s eyes are wide as they stare into mine. “Are you okay? Can I get you some warm milk?”

The thought of milk, especially warm, makes my stomach churn. I shake my head. “No thanks.”

“How about some ginger tea?” she offers.

“Yes, that would be nice.” I nod. “Could you ask the kitchen to put extra honey in it?”

“Sure,” Stacy says with a smile. “I’ll call room service, quick.”

When Stacy goes to make the call, I rest my head back against the headboard clutching the covers tightly to me. I’m still shaky from the dream within a nightmare.

“Jesus!” I breathe and glance up at the roof, pinch myself, count my fingers, and do a few math problems in my head. “Yup. I’m awake this time.”

Good God, what was that all about? I went from a dream of pure ecstasy to one about that perverted OB-GYN I saw.

Thinking of her my eyes widen as I remember I fell asleep holding my sonogram photo. I feel along the bed covers, but it’s not there.

I jump out of bed and flick out the covers one by one, but it’s not there. It’s not on either nightstand nor is it beneath my bed. I pat my body down, and it’s not on me either.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“What’s wrong?” Stacy asks after hanging up from ordering room service.

“My sonogram!” I look at her. “Stacy, where is it?”

“Relax.” Stacy smiles. “It’s on the dresser.” She points to it.

“Oh, thank God!” Relief floods over me and I breathe easier grabbing my sonogram.

“You were crumpling it so I took it and put it out of harm’s way,” Stacy explains.

“Thank you, Stace.”

“Of course.” She smiles but I can see the shadows in her eyes.

“Don’t worry.” I give her arm an encouraging squeeze. “Tomorrow, when we’re at a place I know just outside of town, I’ll contact Konstantin, and he’ll get Lev.”

“Thank you.” She gives me a tight smile. “I’ve ordered some room service as well.” She points to the bathroom. “I’m going to climb into a hot bath.”

“Okay!” I nod. “I’m going to see what’s on this hotel’s television.”

Ten minutes later, I’m still flicking through channels that have nothing on that’s capturing my interest when there’s a knock at the door.

“Room service,” a female voice calls.

“Thank you. Can you just leave it in the hall,” I call through the door. What hotel doesn’t have peep holes in the fucking doors?

“Okay,” the woman says. “But I need you to sign the docket.”

“Can you show it under the door? I’ve just climbed out of the bath.”

The docket shoots beneath the door and I pick it up. I find one of the complimentary pens, sign, and shoot it back to her.

“Thank you,” the woman calls. “Enjoy your meal and just leave the tray outside when you’re done.”

“Okay!” I wait and listen for her footsteps echoing down the hall before quickly unlocking the door, slipping out, and getting the food. My stomach growls at the aroma, and my mouth waters. “I’m so hungry,” I mutter, kicking the door closed with my foot.

I’ve just put the tray on the small dining table when I feel a cold breeze wafting into the room. Turning toward it, I scream when I see three big men in the room.

“Isabella!” Stacy rushes out of the bathroom, freezing when she sees we have company. “Oh fuck!”

“You might want to put some clothes on, Stacy,” I whisper.

She nods and slips back into the bathroom where she took the flannel pajamas we’d bought earlier that day while we wandered around the small town.

“How did you find us?” My eyes travel from one giant to the next and they are not happy.

“Leaving the Land Cruiser on the outskirts of town with your watch in it was clever.”

“It was fucking genius,” Stacy walks back into the room wearing her bright orange flannels with a kitty cat face on it and fluffy slippers.

“But staying in the town was not.” Andrey’s cool silver eyes stare into mine.

“Still so judgy,” I say, folding my arms.

“Hey, Isabella and Stacy,” the third man pushes past the other two surly brutes and rushes toward us to wrap us in his arms. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should never have listened to Pavel and gone with you.”

“Hello, Temur,” Stacy and I chorus, hugging him back.

“How is Pavel?” Stacy asks before I can.

“He’s healing,” Konstantin snaps. “Little sister, what were you thinking?” His eyes blaze into mine. “You should’ve ditched the watch, disengaged the GPS, and kept the Land Cruiser and kept going.”

“We needed money to get transport back to Boston,” I defend our actions. “I called my reserves, using my pseudonym.”

“But as soon as the money was in you should’ve gone,” Konstantin points out. “We could’ve been the people who kidnapped you.”

His words squeeze my heart and my eyes drop to the floor. “We know who kidnapped us.”

“No, Isabella,” Stacy says. “Remember we discussed this earlier and we both agree they helped us escape.”

“I don’t know, Stacy,” I tell her honestly. “I keep going back and forth with this.”

“Who was it?” Andrey’s low dangerously controlled voice snaps my head toward him. My recent dream flashes through my mind and my needy, greedy clit does a little throb.

“Can I speak to you in the bathroom?” I ignore Andrey and look at my brother.

Konstantin looks from Andrey to Temur and shakes his head. “Sorry, little sister, but we’re all in this together…” He frowns. “Is Lev not in the bathroom?”

Stacy and I look at each before she blurts out. “We had to leave him back at the lodge. His leg braces were badly damaged from the shoot out in the bathroom when we were captured.”

Stacy rattles off the entire story at RoadRunner speed.

“Marco was the one that kidnapped you?” Konstantin and Andrey splutter in unison.