Page 38 of Tempt Me
“Thank you,” I croak, the emotion getting to me as well.
“Don’t,” he growls, snatching his hand back. “Why did you let him touch you?”
Swallowing back my lie, I look deep into his eyes and tell him the truth. There is no point in lying to him. He will know. “He said he would hurt you if I didn’t do what he wanted.”
He scoffs with utter disdain, making me feel like a fool. “And you believed him?”
“I wasn’t taking a chance. Not with you.”
My words draw his attention back to me as his gaze had wandered somewhere over my head. “Rue.”
“Don’t tell me again that this can never happen.”
“You’re engaged.”
“It’s a farce! A complete lie and so political that it’s a joke. You and me…this is real, Isaac.”
“Your parents will skin me, cut my dick off, and burn me alive.”
“And that’s stopping you?” I jibe. “Thought you were a tough man who didn’t take any prisoners.”
With a hiss, he grabs my upper arms, dragging me closer to him before he realizes he is gripping me too roughly and loosens his hold. I’m disappointed. He can hurt me all he likes. I want it. Ineedit.
“I can’t do this with you, Rue, because you are getting married then I have to stop and walk away, and that will kill me,” he says quietly, leaning his forehead against mine. “Do you understand?”
“I won’t marry him.” Cupping his face, I rise on my tiptoes, still not really getting close enough to him, he’s so tall.
“This is what is expected of you, Rue.”
“I don’t care, Isaac. Please.”
He closes his eyes. “Please, what?”
“Don’t walk away from me.”
“I have to.”
“No!”
My forceful exclamation makes him open his eyes. Those unbelievable azure eyes, usually so cold, so deadly, are suddenly filled with such passion that I want to weep.
“Fuck, Rue,” he rasps, his hands dropping to my waist.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he slams me up against the wall next to the interconnecting door, the air stolen from my lungs at the force of his passion.
Isaac holds me against the wall, his body pressing into me. His lips are just a breath away from mine. Reveling in the sensation, my heart pounds as if trying to escape. He leans in closer, our skin almost touching. He takes my wrists and plasters my arms above my head, kissing me deeply, passionately before letting me go. His tongue plunges into my mouth, forcing my tongue to duel with his in an erotic dance that thrills me and makes me moan into his mouth. The desire in his kiss peaks my nipples as his fingers grope harshly up my body, under my tee. He tugs and twists roughly, causing a sensation to shoot straight to my pussy.
His hands slide down my body, caressing my curves as he continues to kiss me. His cock digs into me. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his strength against me.
“Isaac,” I pant, fumbling for his fly.
A loud banging on my bedroom door punctuates his groan of restraint.
I ignore it, sliding the zipper down and reaching for his rock-hard, god-like shaft that I know will bring me to my knees.
“Rue!”
We both freeze at the sound of my dad’s voice.
