by Bella Grant
“Aaah, Antonio.” Her hands flew into his hair, gripping him and holding him to her sex as she arched up and tried to rub against his mouth.
He pried her hands off him and put them on her legs. “Hold your legs open for me, but do not move your hips again. If you do, I will stop and just take you. Do you understand?”
“If I don’t do what you say, you’ll just have sex with me and not let me have any fun?” Her eyes widened. “I won’t let you.”
“You’re my wife now, Isabella. You won’t allow or not allow me to do anything.” He held her gaze, hoping she would not back down too easily or too far.
She responded with silence and looked away from him. He took her answer as a positive one. Isabella moaned loudly when he gave her several long, firm licks, tasting her and feeling with his fingers where he was about to put his cock. She did her best to hold still for him, but when he thrust a third finger into her heated passage while sucking on her clit, she lifted her hips again, wiggling and groaning. He smiled against her pussy, delighted with her free spirit.
“Oh. Oh. I have to come. Please… harder, Antonio. Please.” She begged him in much the same way a starving person begs for food.
“Come for me, Isabella, come for me now.” He thrust harder into her and licked with more force at the swollen clit.
She screamed into the room when her orgasm hit her. He could feel her body clench around his fingers, could hear every syllable of the words she yelled into the air. She had quite a foul mouth when she was orgasming, but he wouldn’t deny her the outlet during her release. When her thighs stopped trembling and her hands unclenched from the bed, he slowed his tongue and removed his fingers from her gently.
Isabella’s face was flushed and her lips more swollen from biting when he moved to cover her body again. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to wait as long as he had, but any resolve he still had disappeared when she smiled up at him. He held himself up on his arms, staring down at her and wondering why he could ever consider her an unruly brat while she looked up at him with such wide-eyed innocence.
“More,” she whispered and gripped his hips, trying to lower him to her body.
He laughed. “Greedy girl.” He pushed the tip of his dick to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her folds to gather her juices. In one fast push, he entered her to his balls.
She cried out as though she were in pain, and he stilled his movements to appraise her. He felt it at that moment. The tightness of her passage gripping his cock. He had noticed when his fingers were inside of her, but he had not thought she would be so tight when he entered her. Surely she wasn’t a virgin? She couldn’t have been. The stories he’d heard of her partying ways indicated looser morals.
A tear slid from her eye down her cheek, landing on his hand just below her head. “I didn’t mean to scream like that,” she whispered, looking at him with worry.
“Isabella, I want the truth. Are you a virgin?” Speaking to her coherently while his cock was buried inside her was almost beyond his ability.
“Not anymore.” She smiled hesitantly. “Are you angry? That’s a stupid reason to be angry.” Her brows furrowed, and she looked as though she was warming herself up for a fight.
“No. I’m not angry. Just surprised.” He winced when she wiggled beneath him. The urge to thrust into her over and over again was becoming unbearable with each movement she made. “If you don’t stop moving like that, I won’t be able to be gentle.” He imagined she thought he was angry because he was gritting his teeth, but it had nothing to do with her confession.
“You assumed I wasn’t a virgin? Why?”
Not wanting to embark on the fight she seemed insistent on beginning, he reached between them and slowly began rubbing her clit. Within a few seconds, she no longer looked at him with such accusing eyes.
He leaned further down and flicked the nipple of her perky breast with the tip of his tongue, urging it to a taut peak before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on it. “Oh!” she sighed.
His fingers moved more nimbly around her clit, and soon, her hips were arching off the bed, making his cock move within her. “There you go, that’s right. Fuck yourself with my cock.” He sounded desperate, even to himself. If he didn’t get to plow into her soon, he was going to explode before either of them found full pleasure.
Once he felt her sex begin to relax around his shaft, he stretched up her body and kissed her lips, taking in her moan when he pulled out and thrust back into her harder. She responded by pulling her legs back, opening herself more to him.
“Oh, fuck. I mean… damn… I mean… ah, God.” He wanted to laugh over her loss of control. Knowing he would need to address her foul mouth sooner or later, he chose later. When he could think straight again.
Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him into her, taking every inch of him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, but she wasn’t struggling to fight him off. When their eyes met, he saw nothing but lust and desire shining back at him. He pulled out again, lining up the head of his cock with her pussy. “I’m not sure I can be very gentle.” He’d never had to be gentle. All of the women he bedded knew him as a rough lover, and they all came back for another ride. But she was his wife. He needed to be respectful and careful with her.
“Then don’t be. I’m not a damn piece of glass. I won’t break.” Her retort pushed him over the edge. He plowed into her hard, taking her cry into his mouth when he slammed his lips over hers. Her moans and grunts were like a beautiful melody playing in his mind.
Her fingernails dragged down his arms, and she was arching up to him, wanting more. “Fuck.” She groaned again and didn’t apologize.
Feeling his balls begin to tighten, he started to fondle her clit once more. “Come for me, Isabella, come for your husband.” He sank into her as far as her body would allow and pulled back only to thrust forward harder again.
She unraveled in his arms. She screamed out her orgasm, and another string of curses flew out of her mouth. The tight contractions of her pussy around his cock dragged him to a point from which he couldn’t return, and he found his own release. He released his own line of curses as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced ripped through his body.
He rolled over to her side and pulled her up against him. Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume. “Now you are mine,” he whispered into her ear.
She stiffened in his hold. “I’m slipping in my negotiation strategy, I think,” she grumbled. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep with you until after you agreed to let me live in the city.” His muscles tensed. “What?”
She turned halfway over and gave him an impish grin. “Women use sex all the time to get what they want.”
“You were going to withhold your body from me—your husband—until I agreed to let you live alone in the city?” His hand was wrapped round her arm, and he had to mentally tell himself to release her before he did more than feel the urge to smack her bottom.
“I suppose I shouldn’t have confessed that, but no matter what you think of me, I am honest to a fault.”
He decided his original thought was right. She was completely addle-brained. He rolled out of bed and reached for the robe draped over a nearby chair. Punching his arms through the sleeves, he jerked the belt around his waist and tied it. “You are my wife. You will live with me. You will travel with me, and you will sleep with me. I will use your body whenever I see fit. Your permission is not needed.” He heard his words and regretted them as soon as they were out of his mouth, but then she opened hers.
“If you think I will follow behind you like some little lost puppy, you will be poorly disappointed! I’m no one’s lapdog.” She sat up in the bed, pulling the comforter up to her neck to hide her body.
“You have two jobs as my wife, as my princess and, one day, as my queen.” He checked his temper well enough to flatten his voice. The woman was driving him to scream, but he needed to remember that he was in charge. It was time she u
nderstood it as well. “One is to obey me. The second is to bear me children. So until you have conceived and given birth to my heir, you’ll lay flat on your back with your thighs spread for me whenever I deem it right to do so.”
Needing to get away before he changed his mind about throttling her on their wedding night, he turned on his bare heel and headed for the door. Just as he flung the door open, he heard an unladylike grunt and felt a slipper hit his back.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key he kept there just in case. He had hoped she would accept her fate as his wife and that he wouldn’t need to go to such great lengths with her, but she was making it abundantly clear it wasn’t to work that way.
Lifting the key into the air so she could see it, he stepped into the hallway. “You will not leave this room until I allow it.” He pulled the door shut and locked it from the outside. It was only a matter of moments before he heard her little fists pounding on the door and her demanding to be let out.
He turned to the guards posted outside the door. “Not one delicate foot out of this room. And no one is allowed entry.” Both men nodded and looked at the closed door that housed their princess, who was cursing a blue streak and kicking the door along with beating it with her fists.
ISABELLA
Sitting at the small table in the room she was locked into, Isabella pushed her eggs from one side of the plate to the other. She wished Antonio would return so she could make things right. She wouldn’t go so far as to completely apologize, but she would give just enough to free herself from this prison.
After wasting all of her energy trying to beat down a door that never opened, she had gone back to bed, seething at herself more than at him. She should never have confessed her thoughts out loud, but had let them slip because she was in a daze after experiencing such an immense orgasm.
It wasn’t the first orgasm she’d had, nor even her second, but it was the first time she’d had an orgasm while having sex. Or had sex at all for that matter. Isabella wanted to question him further on why he didn’t think she had been a virgin. Wasn’t it still tradition on his island for the royal princess to remain untouched until her wedding day? And why would he think she would disrespect that tradition? Just because she liked to wear her necklines lower and bikinis instead of a beach frock?
The longer she thought about it, the more her anger festered, and she needed to control her temper if she was to be released from the bedroom. Antonio hadn’t stayed away all night. She heard him return when she was almost asleep, and when he got into bed, he’d pulled her close to him. They’d slept entangled. His heavy arm was still around her when she woke the next morning.
He hadn’t said much to her when he woke. He told her he needed to meet with his father and would be back after breakfast. As far as she knew, the wedding guests were already gone from the estate, and her own father was leaving at first light. If she didn’t hasten downstairs, she would miss him. After she rushed through a shower, she hurried to dress and ran to the door. Finding it still locked and Antonio gone, she banged on it. Nothing. That’s when she noticed the small breakfast table that had been brought up with a single plate on it. He had grounded her. Like a child!
Finally, the door opened and Antonio walked in, heading for the washroom. She watched him walk past her without saying a word and thought of several insults to hurl at him. None would get her released, however, and she wanted more than anything to get out of the stuffy bedroom.
“Antonio, have you eaten?” She decided to go the murder-by-kindness route.
“Yes. We all had breakfast in the dining room,” he called to her from the washroom over the running water.
“Who is ‘we all?’” She bounded from her chair and stood at the foot of the bed until he came back into the room. He was dressed in another suit, but with no tie, and the top button of the light blue shirt was unbuttoned, giving her a slight glance at his chest. The man had more muscle than his clothing revealed. He should have unbuttoned another button, or—better yet, seeing as they were in their room—taken his shirt off completely.
He tucked his hands into the front pockets of his pants and leaned his shoulder against the bathroom door jamb. “My parents and your father and brother.”
She felt the heat rise up into her cheeks and tears build in her eyes. They would know her humiliation. “Is my father still here?”
“No. He and your brother left immediately after we ate.” He watched her as she let the information sink in. She half-sat on the bed, trying not to let her anger morph into sadness. She knew her father would be leaving, and her brother, of course, would go with him, but she had hoped to say goodbye. If they’d just finished breakfast, maybe she could still catch him.
“How long ago was that?” She jumped to her feet, ready to run for the door.
He looked at his watch casually and shrugged. “An hour ago.”
“My father left an hour ago, and you didn’t let me say goodbye?” She whispered the accusation.
“Yes. Did you eat?” He walked past her, giving her a side glance as he moved around her to look at her plate. Although she had moved the contents around, not much food was actually eaten. “You should eat. We are leaving on our trip this afternoon.”
“Why didn’t you let me say goodbye?” She ignored his comment about their trip.
“Because you would have begged him to take you home. You would have embarrassed yourself further by demanding to be taken off my island and tucked away in his estates.” He raised an eyebrow, daring her to tell him he was wrong. Which he wasn’t—that had been her plan.
“Did you tell him you locked me away?” she demanded with a stomp of her foot.
“Yes and no. I told him you weren’t going to be joining us because your disposition suggested you weren’t ready.” He spoke so easily, so calmly, that she wanted to hurl the other slipper at him. “I did not tell him that in order to keep you obedient to my decision, I had to lock you in the rooms. I felt that would bring too much shame to him and your brother.”
“Shame—” She felt the bile rise up in her throat. Her goal slipped further and further away with each new insult he hurled at her, so she decided it best to end their conversation. “I would like to leave the room. Now that there is no one left who can rescue me, may I?” The question might have been posed a bit more submissively had she not fisted her hands and put them on her hips when she asked it.
“You may leave the rooms, but you may not leave the grounds. We are flying to Chicago after lunch, and I don’t want to have to send the guards out searching for you.”
“For all the—” She paused and took a deep breath. “Antonio. I have a watch. If you tell me what time you’d like me to be back, I will make sure I don’t miss our plane.”
“You will be back in this room no later than twelve-thirty.”
His scowl didn’t sit well with her, even if she was angry at him. They had only been wed a day, and they could barely stand the sight of each other. “Antonio, have you thought any more about my suggestion?” She broached the subject with a hesitant voice.
“I have.” He gave her a small smile. “And you’re right, better not to delay our duties. Be back here at noon sharp. I’ll have need of your body before we leave on our trip.” He marched out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
She sank onto the bed and listened for the lock to be latched. Nothing. Letting out a long breath, Isabella closed her eyes tightly and tried to get her emotions in order. Not only did he not see her way of thinking, but he hated her for it. She knew, as his wife, she really had no say in where she lived or how he chose to use her body. By law in both of their backward countries, he did, in fact, own her.
When she first met Antonio at her own home, she had found him incredibly handsome. She even found his domineering behaviors sexy, but that was before he said such horrible things. He had lessened her to nothing but a brood mare, to be used for birthing children and then cast aside. She’d seen plenty o
f women in royal courts sent away to a country estate after they provided the kingdom with several male heirs. The idea held much merit, except most of the women were denied the privilege of taking the children with them. She couldn’t fathom leaving her children behind.
Everything was going wrong.
Isabella walked through the streets of the cramped city market, looking for a new trinket to take to Chicago. An old friend lived there, and she wanted to give her a bracelet.
Leaving the grounds would anger Antonio, but considering everything she said and did seemed to irritate him anyway, it didn’t really matter. When she turned down a narrow alleyway, she realized she’d been so lost in her thoughts over the mess with her husband that she was no longer on the outskirts of the marketplace. Stopping, she looked around. She couldn’t hear the marketplace or any other sounds of the busy streets.
“Help! Stop!” She suddenly heard a woman screaming from further down the alley. Without thought, she ran toward the cry. “No! Please!” The scream became more panicked.
Isabella turned the corner and saw a woman, not much older than herself, being manhandled by three men. One had her by her arms, and the other men held her feet. She was kicking and crying, but the men were very large and had no trouble subduing her.
Isabella looked down the alley, but no one was anywhere nearby. How had she gotten herself so lost? She couldn’t take on three men as large as they were, and if they saw her, they might very well take her too. She dug around her purse, keeping an eye on the men to be sure they didn’t notice where she ducked down behind a dumpster.
Her fingers wrapped around her phone, but she realized that she didn’t have Antonio’s direct phone number or even the estate number. How foolish she had been to leave the estate without taking those things into consideration!