Page 45 of Isabella

“I haven’t been following you,” I state. She tilts her head and lifts her brows as if she doesn’t believe me. “Leo and Dante have been following you,” I add.

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head once more. “Unbelievable.”

“You’ve been ignoring my texts, and I’m done waiting.”

“Oh,you’redone waiting?” She chuckles softly. “Wow… you’re really something else, Nicco. I’m here on a date, so you need to leave.” She attempts to shove me back once more, but I tighten my grip on the edge of the counter and keep myself planted in front of her. She releases a frustrated sigh. “This is ridiculous. Let me go. Massimo is going to start questioning why I’ve been gone for so long.”

“You think I’m afraid of Massimo? He could storm into this bathroom right now and I wouldn’t give a fuck,” I growl.

Isabella remains silent but continues glaring up at me.

“Do you know how crazy it makes me, knowing you’re out on a date with another man?” My tone is low, and the anger is still prominent, but it’s also laced with a hint of desperation. “Do you know how badly I want to be the fucking guy that takes you out to dinner and gets the honor of being in your damn presence twenty-four seven?”

Isabella remains silent, but her glare softens, and I can tell I’m slowly breaking down her walls again.

“How badly I want to fuck you every time I see you?” I murmur. “The way it drives me crazy that I can’t act on my innate sense to pull you into my arms and treat you like the fucking queen you are?”

“Nicco,” she nearly moans out, and I can’t help but wrap my arm around her, pulling her toward me. Raising my other hand, I cup her cheek and angle her head up, forcing her to look at me.

“Thisis how it was always meant to be between us. Please, Isabella. I fuckingneedyou.” My tone has surpassed desperation and is dripping in a word that doesn’t even fucking exist in the English language. I need Isabella the way I need air to breathe. I need her to give me life.

She’s relaxed in my embrace, and I lower my gaze to her pouty lips. They’re parted slightly and a perfect shade of pink with a little gloss that makes me want to bite them.

As if she can read my mind, Isabella rolls her lower lip into her mouth before releasing it, and the sight makes me buckle, getting rid of any self-restraint I had before.

Letting out a groan, I drop my mouth to hers, and she stiffens in my embrace. I pull her impossibly closer. “Please, Isabella,” I groan into her lips.

I just need a fucking taste.

Running my tongue across her lips, the taste of cherries infiltrates my taste buds, and just when I think she’s going to push me off her, she does what I least expect her to do.

Her stiffened embrace loosens in my hold and her lips part slightly. I take advantage and find her tongue with mine. It’s the biggest relief when she comes alive in my arms, her hands finding their home around my neck and her tongue meeting mine with each thrust.

She lets out the prettiest little moan when I wrap my hands around her ass and lift her to the counter behind her.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment, Isabella,” I mutter against her lips. Knowing that one day she would be mine again is the only thing that got me through doing what I did to her. Breaking her heart was necessary for us to have our fucking forever.

“Stop talking,” Isabella says while running her fingers through my hair, and I abide only because having her in my arms again is too damn intoxicating to argue with.

She arches her back, shoving her perky-as-fuck tits in my chest. I tear my mouth from hers, causing a soft whimper of protest to pull from her lips. Before she can protest even more, I trail my mouth along her jawline to her neck, pressing a kiss at the sensitive spot right below her ear.

Throwing her head back, she lets out a moan, and the sound goes straight to my cock, making it harder than it’s ever been before.

I grunt as she pulls at the strands of my hair. I feel how needy she is by the pressure and the way she spreads her legs to make room for me.

Grabbing her ass, I pull her into me. If only these damn clothes weren’t in the way. The way I’m lined up with her pussy, I could sink balls deep into her right now. The thought of that pulls a groan from my lips, which causes Isabella to arch into me even more, thrusting her hips forward, and that’s when I decide I can’t take anymore.

I slowly lower myself, peppering kisses down her dress, stopping at her breasts to give them each a bite before continuing my journey lower. I make it to her stomach when she says, “What’re you doing?” It’s not shock or confusion in her tone but neediness, and it makes me smile against her stomach.

“I seem to remember you used to like it when I got on my knees for you, Isabella.”

I glance up at her, and she’s staring down at me with lust-stricken eyes and parted lips. I can tell her heart rate has picked up because her breaths are more sporadic now.

Her lack of response tells me all I need to know as I sink down to the floor, spreading her legs even farther to make space for myself. I hike her dress up, giving me a peek of her black lace underwear, and pull her so she’s on the edge of the counter.

Planting myself between her legs, I drop kisses along the inside of her thigh, slowly making my way to the place I’ve been dreaming about since the last time I had her. I can practically taste Isabella now with how often I thought about the memory of having her on my lips.

“Nicco, I don’t think?—”

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