Page 45 of Shattered Choices

I explore her mouth with my tongue and let my hands roam her body, pulling her toward me. I leave kisses on her cheek and neck before I take her in my arms and carry her toward the bed.

I lay her down and hover over her, debating when and how to approach the subject I need to discuss with her.

Isabella decides for me when her hand pulls on my shirt and tugs me toward her, taking over the kiss.

But my mind is struggling to be in the moment, so I pull away and search for the possible answer in her eyes. “Where are we going from here, Bella?”

She furrows her brows. “What do you mean?”

“I want to know where we stand. What are we?”

“She averts her eyes from me. “I’m not sure, Salvatore. I can’t forget, but I can live with what happened, and I’ve made my peace with it.”

“But what about us?” I demand. “Can you make peace with me?”

She smiles. “I thought I’d made it clear to you that I have. You are in my bed, after all.”

Using my distraction, she wriggles from under me and turns me on my back so she’s on the top of me now.

Saying I like what I see is an understatement. Her hair falls down the side of her face, her nipples peeking through the fabric of her gown as she positions herself on my hard cock. Still fully dressed, my cock screams for freedom and the warmth of her wet pussy.

“Isn’t this sign enough? What more validation do you need?”

I close my eyes and groan as she grinds her bare pussy on my cock, and I wrap my fingers around her ass, slowing her movements.

Relieved that she might have forgiven me, I decide to enjoy this last night before I lay down the choices to her.

“I would like to be naked for this.”

She smirks and starts unbuttoning my shirt. Next are my pants, and then she moves from me, letting me take my clothes off. As soon as I’m naked, she places her legs on each side of me, ready to ride me.

I smile. “What are you up to?”

She licks her lips. “Nothing. I want to be in control for a change.”

I chuckle. “You are always in control. In case you didn’t know that.”

And she is. Even more than she thinks. She has control over my life and my happiness.

Pulling off her gown, she smirks before her hand lands on my chest and she positions herself on my cock, slowly sinking down. I place my hands behind my head and let her have her way. Up and down, slowly moving her pelvis just the right way to drive me crazy. I watch as her tits move and tease me. Groaning, I move forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth and latch on. I take her other breast in my palm and push them together as I switch from one nipple to the other while she’s riding me, and when I’m about to come, I grab her hips and work with her, my head buried into her skin. She stops moving and looks at me, smirking.

Figuring out what her play is, I smirk as I pull her under me.

I grab her wrists and keep them above her head. “You want to play? I’ll show you how you play.”

With one hand, I reach for my pants and pull the belt from it. I smirk as I use it to bind her hands and then use her nightgown to bind her to the head of the bed.

I take the rose and use it as my weapon to leave soft traces on her skin. I follow the road of her skin from the calf to her knee up to her thigh until I reach her pussy. I make a pattern there, but she closes her legs.

I chuckle. “Open those legs for me, Bella.” She bites on her lower lip and shakes her head. “Open!”

Slowly she opens them, and I trace the rose over her pussy. When she tries to close her legs again, I place my hands on her knees and keep them open before I strike her pussy with the rose. “If you don’t keep your legs open, next time, it will be my hand that slaps your pussy.”

Her back arches as she pulls on the bounds of her hands. I use the tip of the rose and trace her belly up to her breasts, where I give each of her nipples enough attention to make her squirm underneath me.

When I see she’s had enough, I discard the rose and use my fingers to spread her lips before using one finger and entering her hot, wet pussy.

Isabella whimpers and curses as she pulls on her bounds. I fuck her with one finger in before I add a second finger, reaching her sweet spot. Her mouth opens in a moan, and she buckles when her muscles spasm. And then, with a wicked smile, I stop moving my fingers. Her eyes open and an irritated sound escapes her lips.