Page 42 of Destined for the Devil
"Good morning,” she sang back, standing on her tippy toes to gift me a kiss. The sweetest, most desired kiss I'd ever received.
"You're wearing my clothes again."
Her smile widened as she wrapped her arms around my waist. "There's a reason for that.” She sighed into me, relief and relaxation running through my body.
"Yeah? Is the reason because you're an incredible tease?"
Isla looked up at me with such adoration. My girl. MyAngel.
"No.” She shook her head, her smile so genuine. “It's because I love you. And I want to have you close to me. All the time." Isla pierced me with her eyes. She didn’t hide; she wasn’t quiet.
I stopped breathing. The only people who had ever loved me were my mother and sister, and I had lost them both. And when I heard Isla say those words, genuine, gut-wrenching fear sprouted inside me.
"Isla, you don't have to say it because I sai—" I tried to reject it all, but she interrupted with confidence.
"I'm not saying it because you said it. I'm saying it because that's how I feel. And I want you to know. I love you, Roman."
Her cheek pressed into my chest, and she squeezed me tighter, sighing once more. Holy fuck, this was it; this was the highest point in my existence.
I held onto her as if afraid that she would somehow vanish. "I love you,” I whispered in her ear, my eyes closed. I said it again and again, my lips landing on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her neck…all of her shaking in quiet laughter. I wanted to make her laugh until the end of my days.
We stayed just like that until the coffee spilled over and she had to turn around, but my hands never left her hips. I physically couldn't let her go.
Isla made breakfast and coffee and fed me on her couch, her smile never leaving her lips. We didn't say much to each other, only because both of us were in disbelief at what was happening. I knew I was.
"Isla? Will you come back to live with me?" I asked her earnestly, hoping the answer was a resounding yes, but her amused expression didn’t give me much confidence.
"But...I just got this place! I haven't even furnished it!” she responded with a light laugh.
"Two things.” I held up two fingers, and she nodded with a small smile. “One: I can't fucking stand being away from you. It's been too fucking hard; I don't want to live without you. Come back.
“And two—" I paused and looked down into her lap before meeting her eyes again. "I can't risk you living on your own. Not after what happened with Sergei."
Yes, that made her think. Before I could take him out, I had to keep constant watch over her, and she would be safest with me and my security.
"Damn.” She bit her lip, her smile mysterious. “You do present very strong arguments." She thought it over, and I took the opportunity to place my finger under her chin to bring her gaze back to me. "But...you will have to convince me."
Instinctively, I furrowed my eyebrows. Convince her? My argument wasn't convincing enough? "You really need to be convinced to live with me?" I wasn't really sure what she was getting at, seeing that smile lingering on her face.
"Uh huh." She nodded eagerly. "Convince me that you can fuck me as good in the morning as at night...and I'll consider it." She shrugged simply, as if talking about the most mundane thing.
God, I loved her.
"It's always the innocent ones, isn't it? Who look like little angels but really are..." I broke off, but she completed my sentence without hesitation.
"Sluts?" She chuckled and shook her head. "No. It takes the right man...to bring that out."
I was taken aback at the force with which she kissed me, but I wasn't about to fucking argue with anything. Quickly removingmyshirt offher body, she appeared almost naked in front of me in the full light of the morning, and I groaned at how fucking beautiful she was.
Before I knew it, Isla broke the kiss and jumped off the couch, tugging down her already almost non-existent panties. It was so fast, so hot; she wasn’t wasting any time.
Speechless, I watched how she quickly dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my sweatpants, discarding them somewhere to the side. I was rock fucking hard in seconds.
She grabbed my cock and licked it from the base to the tip, where she popped it into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. Jesus fucking Christ.
But within a second, she was already straddling me, sinking down onto my cock, her wet and fuckingaddictingpussy taking me all in. As if shell-shocked, I only observed her actions, unable to participate.
"Ah! Daaaamn!" she moaned loudly and threw her head back—a beautiful sight—just for me. Jesus, she made me high. Everything with her was phenomenal—I forgot that I'd ever had sex with anyone else before.
