Page 48 of Wretched Choices

My anger simmers, even if I forced her into this. She did something that night. She made me feel something I avoided for years. Something I never wanted.

I grab her upper arm and spin us around, backing her against my desk. As her ass hits the edge, her lips part and her eyes widen.

“I am working my shit out,” I bite out. “What I did was not acceptable. But you don’t get to tell me what to do. It’s better this way. I need to fight my demons alone.”

Her eyes look deep into my soul when she asks, “Why? What are you afraid of, Salvatore?”

I close my eyes and exhale. If only she knew what I want to avoid. If only I could tell her my darkest secret. However, nothing ever came fromif. Just empty dreams. Dreams I never get to live.

I raise my hand to her face, and the backs of my fingers trail down to her neck. My eyes follow my fingers. “Nothing you should be concerned with.”

She grabs the lapels of my jacket and pulls me toward her so we’re face to face. “Tell me something. Lie to me. Just don’t leave me alone after you dragged me back into this world.”

I did that, and I was selfish. But I will do one thing no matter what it costs me.

“You always will be safe, that I promise. No matter what it will cost. I don’t know what you’re afraid of, but I will keep you safe, even if I’m not here.”

She doesn’t say anything, but her soulful eyes filled with trust do. But do I really deserve her trust?

We move together, my lips slamming onto hers. My tongue parts her lips, meeting hers, devouring her. I lift her skirt until it’s bunched just around her hips, high enough to spread her legs then push her onto the desk, so her ass is sitting on the edge. I grab her thighs and part her legs, making a space between them for me, leaving only the thin material of her panties between me and her pussy.

This time, I’m in control.

My fingers entwine in her hair, and I fist it, pulling her just slightly away from my lips. She gasps as I expose her neck and I place my lips on her throbbing jugular. My tongue darts out, and I lick it before sucking the skin on her neck.

Her hand finds its way into my hair, pulling me to her. A moan escapes her, and my body screams with need.

Need to have her, need to show her what I am. What I’m hiding under my mask. And most of all, I need to fuck her.

With one swift swipe of my hand, I dump the contents of my desk on the floor. Papers fly to the floor, and I push Isabella down to lie on the desk. I tear her blouse, not caring that the buttons fly all over the place, her lace-covered breasts teasing me. I work the straps, pushing them down her upper arms just a little. The action restrains her arms slightly. Her breasts spill out and I cup them in my palms. They are big enough that they spillfrom my grip. I lean in and wrap my lips around one of her buds. Her breath and moans fill my ears.

I’m in heaven.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her heated pussy against my hard cock.

I let go of her breast and take her hands by the wrists and move them above her head, holding them in one hand. I wrap my other hand around her neck, squeezing slightly.

“You shouldn’t have chosen me.” I brush my lips over hers, her breath quickening. “You should have chosen to go back to your father,” I murmur against her lips before I pull her bottom lip with my teeth, biting it until a coppery taste fills my mouth. “You should have stayed away from me tonight.” I lick the blood from her lip. “I will give you one last chance to say no.” I stare at her wide eyes filled with confusion, angst, and lust. “From the moment you stay, you are mine. I own you. You will be mine to use as I want, whenever and however I want. I will control you.” Her breaths are irregular, and her eyes unfocused. I push my pelvis toward her warm pussy, squeezing around her neck just a little more.

She lets out a soft moan. My forehead drops to hers, and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I open my eyes, my blues plead with her browns.

“You sure you want this?”

She stares at me for what feels like hours, like she’s looking deep into my soul. But she doesn’t answer. Instead, she fights against my grip around her neck and slams her lips on mine.

That’s it. That’s all I need before I show her the monster hiding inside

me.

The monster I tried to hide.

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Isabella

The moment I slammed my lips on his, I understood why he was trying to push me away. His grip on my hands tightens, and he squeezes my neck just a little as he devours me. Our tongues fight each other.

The pressure on my neck is barely there, but his possessiveness and domination make me submit. Lost in his kisses, in the euphoria of lust, I moan, wanting more. He squeezes my neck a bit more, robbing me of my breath. Just for a second, then the pressure on my neck loosens, his lips never leaving mine.

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