Page 79 of Isabella

Our tongues clash together in a desperate need to feel one another while I walk us to my room. Once I set her down, Isabella drops her backpack to the floor, and her eyes glide over me while I let my leather jacket fall to the floor.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed this, Isabella,” I say, sliding the zipper of her jacket down before helping her shrug it off her shoulders. “Neededyou.”

“I think I might have an idea,” she breathes out.

The amount of times I’ve jacked off to the memory of Isabella is far too many to count. Me and my hand got well acquainted while I was living in Sicily, and now that I finally have my girl back, I can’t fucking wait to sink myself into her. But before I can enjoy her the way I’ve only dreamed about the past few years, there’s one thing that’s been lingering in my head ever since Leo brought it up.

I run my fingers along the hem of her shirt and say, “I have a question.”

She tilts her head and crinkles her brows as she gazes up at me. “What is it?”

“I know I have no reason to ask you this, and even more so, I have no reason to be upset with your answer, but it’s something that’s been on my mind.”

Isabella takes my hands in hers. “What is it, Nicco? You’re making me nervous.”

“When I was away, did you…” The words stall on my tongue. I took Isabella’s virginity, and now I need to know if she’s been with any other man besides me. Her answer might fucking kill me, but Ihaveto know.

While I was in Sicily, Leo and Dante informed me that Isabella wasn’t seen out much, but it’s a big city and they weren’t watching her twenty-four seven.

I played ignorant to that little detail. In my mind, she was at home all day, every day, waiting for me to come back. I know that’s fucking sick and unrealistic, but I couldn’t imagine her with another man. If I had, I would’ve blown everything with my dad, marching my ass back to NYC to take back what belongs to me.

She raises a brow at me. “Did I…?”

Letting out a deep sigh, I finally say, “Did you ever, you know… see anyone else?”

Isabella hesitates, looking back and forth between my eyes, and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.She has fucking been with another man.

My face heats, and my breathing picks up. The thought of her with someone else drives me mad no matter how un-fucking-reasonable it is of me. She was always meant to be mine.

“See anyone else,” she repeats.

The anticipation is driving me so fucking crazy I throw my head back and let out a long sigh before bringing it back down and blurt out, “Fuck. Did you ever fuck another man?” I internally wince at my tone, knowing it came out a lot more aggressive than I intended, but that’s what the thought of Isabella with another guy does to me.

A little smirk takes over her face, and I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

“You want to know if I’ve fucked another man, Nicco?”

I wince at her words, which she notices because a small laugh escapes her lips. “No,” she finally says, and I freeze, wondering if I heard her correctly.

“No?” I repeat.

She shakes her head slowly. “The only date I’ve been on since meeting you was with Massimo.”

I let out a weird fucking grunt, to which she responds with another small giggle.

“I think no matter how much I thought I hated you at that moment, I was never really over you. Massimo was just my attempt to move on, but who am I kidding, Nicco? There was never any moving on from you.”

Isabella hasn’t yet told me she loves me again, but if that isn’t love, I don’t fucking know what is. Her words put the biggest smile on my face. Knowing she’s only ever been with me brings out an innate fucking feral feeling in me. A feeling of pride and possessiveness knowing she’s completely mine.

I lift Isabella’s shirt up and over her head, then drop it to the floor before pulling her into me. Our mouths are on each other again, our need for each other strong. We chaotically discard the rest of our clothes, only taking the smallest breaks to separate when tugging my shirt off.

“You ready to prove those words you said to me earlier?” I say gruffly.

She licks her lips as if she’s been dying to have a taste of me and sinks to her knees, her hands gliding down my sides as she does so. “I’ve been ready, Nicco.”

I let out a groan as she stares up at me from the most submissive position. It has my cock growing even harder for her.

She runs her fingers up my thighs before wrapping her hand around the base of my dick, and a jolt of excitement tickles my balls. She squeezes up the shaft of my cock, her gaze drawn to the bead of precum forming at the tip.

---