Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Isabel continues riding me, her hands resting atop my shoulders. She leans closer to Vera, giggling as she whispers something into her ear.
“Care to share?” Trey asks, his hands resting on Vera’s hips.
Vera smiles at Trey and then locks eyes with me. “Isabel thinks we should tie your hands up to the bar above your heads.” Vera giggles as her and Isabel share a look.
“Isabel,” I warn, not liking the idea of not having control of my hands if something happens. We’re not safe, and losing the ability to get her to safety quickly if a problem arises scares the shit out of me.
Isabel leans closer to my ear. “I think it’ll be fun,” she whispers. “I won’t let anything happen.”
I know what this is. It’s all about trust. I need to trust her. I keep telling her she’s this badass woman who can handle things by herself. I need to treat her as such. I nod, and slowly raise my arms above my head. “Do what you will,” I say.
Trey follows suit, frowning as he says, “I was hoping I’d get to touch and have a little fun too.”
Vera kisses his lips briefly. “Now we get to have all the fun.” She removes his tie, and gets to work on binding his wrists to the bar above our heads.
Isabel sucks in a deep breath, slowly removing my tie from my neck. She jerks her hips forward as she ties my wrists above my head. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to my husband.”
As soon as our hands are bound above our heads, Vera hisses slowly, cocking her head toward Isabel.
“Trey’s been begging me to kiss you,” she says, cupping Isabel’s cheeks and sliding her lips over Isabel’s mouth.
They’re kissing, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest, watching with rapt fascination. They both begin to rock their hips, and the feel of Isabel’s pussy gripping me tighter has my breathing coming out in short spurts.
“That’s it, Isabel. Show them what a slut my wife is,” I growl out, feral and nearly out of control.
She rocks against me harder, faster, and soon we’re both lost in the feel of each other. I no longer worry about Trey and Vera, only my own wife. I mean, Isabel.
Fuck, I’d be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to be able to call this woman my wife. It’s a goal I strive for. One day, she will be my wife.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Come for me, only me.” I lock eyes with Isabel, and she moans as her release finds her. She keeps rocking against me, and she leans in, to where our foreheads rest against each other. “Only ever for me,” I whisper.
She kisses me as her body calms. However, my body’s only coming alive. I breathe her in as every cell in my body vibrates with desire. This woman has completely done something to me. I’m so close to coming undone in her arms. “I’ll only ever come for you, Lincoln,” she whispers.
My eyes lock on hers as pleasure races through my body, starting as a gentle tremor and then surging with a powerful rush. My breath hitches, and for a heartbeat, all I can think about is the fierce possessiveness coursing through me. She’s mine—completely, undeniably mine. The thought only makes my release more intense, until I’m trembling with a dominance that settles hot in my veins.
Eventually, our breathing slows and reality drifts back into focus. My gaze shifts to Trey and Vera just as they, too, ride the end of their own pleasure. The air feels heavy with satisfaction and a newly shared understanding, but my attention snaps back to Isabel in an instant. Something has changed between us—something I don’t entirely understand yet, but I can already feel how deeply it’s carved itself into my bones.
Chapter 24
Isabel
A restless energy thrums in my veins as I follow Vera through the shifting crowd, the bass from the speakers pulsing under my feet. I catch a fleeting glance of Lincoln across the room. He’s watching me go, brow furrowed with concern. But I give him a small nod, hoping to reassure him that I’ll be right back. The plan is simple: a quick trip to the restroom, fix my hair, gather my composure, and return to the mission at hand. We need to stay close to Vera and Trey if we want a chance at learning where Morris is hiding tonight.
Vera giggles as we step into a plush corridor lit by soft sconces. The hush of the party falls away behind us. She links her arm through mine, guiding me toward an unmarked door. Once inside, I find a restroom as opulent as the rest of the club, complete with marble sinks, gilded mirrors, and a faint perfumed scent. A couple of women stand at the far mirror, reapplying lipstick, but they’re quick to finish and breeze out, leaving us alone in the quiet space.