Claiming Isabella

by M. E. Clayton

  I looked into her breathtaking face and it wasn’t even a contest. “Fine, Isabella, but I suggest you make it clear to the man that should he ever approach you in any negative way ever again, I’ll fucking kill him.”

  “Jul-”

  “But I’ll set his family up with a trust fund so they don’t suffer for his stupidity.” See? I could compromise.

  She just blinked up at me.

  So I smiled, dimples and all.

  I could hear Avery and Quinn sigh and it was enough for Isabella to start laughing. “You are so terrible, Julian.”

  “I know, Dove, but I’m going to love you like no one else ever can,” I reminded her.

  She nodded. “I know.”

  Chapter 5

  Gluttony: Because the more I drink, the less I give a shit.

  Isabella~

  The night was going great, but I was surprised when Nick and Chase came out from behind me and sat down next to Q and Ace. It was a happy surprised, though. “Oh, hey, what are you guys doing here?”

  Chase leaned over and kissed Quinn on her neck, while Nick answered, “I got a text from Avery earlier saying there was going to be a swim-off at Soteria Sunday and the winner got anal.”

  I spit out my beer everywhere, as Avery screeched, “Nicholas! I most certainly did not text you that!”

  He got comfortable in the chair next to her. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure that’s what you texted.”

  Chase stood up again. “I’m going to go get another round, but hold off on the contest rules until I get back. Does anyone need anything?”

  Julian was dabbing my shirt and the table. “Yeah, some extra napkins,” he added to the order.

  I was trying to get myself under control, while Quinn laughed her ass off. When she finally managed to contain herself, she asked, “What are the prizes for second and third place, Ace?”

  She narrowed her eyes at Quinn. “I did not text him that.”

  Nick helped himself to one of the beers in the ice bucket. He whispered to Quinn conspiratorially, “Yes, she did.”

  Chase made it back with the round of drinks. He set everything down before getting pulling out the chair next to Quinn. “So, what are the rules?”

  Quinn smirked. “I’m still trying to find out what the second and third place prizes are.”

  I looked over at Julian who was silently regarding me.

  He winked at me.

  And I blushed.

  Up until a few weeks ago, I had never had anal sex. It wasn’t that I wasn’t curious or even turned on by the idea, I just never trusted anyone with that…adventure. I had had a couple of serious relationships, but it just wasn’t anything that had been approached.

  But one wine driven night, I was so caught up in Julian’s intensity, I begged him to bend me over and put himself inside me. I hadn’t expected his reaction to be what it was. He had been hesitant.

  “Jesus Christ, Dove,” Julian grunted above me.

  I had my legs wrapped around his waist and my body was humming with alcohol and pleasure. Julian’s cock was so big, it made missionary hot as hell. But in all fairness, it didn’t matter what position we were in, I always felt him in the deepest parts of me.

  “Julian, please,” I managed to moan out.

  Julian looked down at me, but didn’t stop his thrusting into my body. “Isabella, you’ve been drinking…”

  I leaned up and took his bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m not drunk, Julian. I swear.”

  At this point in our relationship, this was the only thing I could think of that Julian and I hadn’t done. And I needed to make sure Julian wanted for nothing in the bedroom.

  I had no illusions about what this would mean for me. I mean, there was no way it wasn’t going to hurt with how thick and long Julian’s dick was, but I was curious and I wanted it.

  Julian slowed his machinations, but he didn’t stop completely. “Dove, it’s going to hurt,” he warned me, as if reading my mind.

  It was sweet, and I knew he wouldn’t go through with unless I gave him what he wanted. I started planting kissing along his neck and chest. “I want you to hurt me, Julian,” I whispered.

  He let out deep rumble and his thrusts picked up speed. He looked so pained with what he said next, “I need you to cum for me, baby. We don’t have any lubricant, so I need you to wet my dick as much as possible with your cream.”

  I need to cum? No problem. I threw down the gauntlet. “Then make me cum, Julian.”

  He growled as he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my hands and knees. I was going to let this man do whatever he wanted to my body for the rest of my life!

  Before I could even get my bearings, he slammed his cock back inside my body in one hard thrust. Holy Jesus Christ! His big hands enveloped my hips and he started to jackhammer his cock into my pussy, with each jab bottoming out inside me.

  The pain felt glorious.

  It turned me on that he was so big, fucking him actually hurt. It turned me on to know that I was going to feel sore in the morning. I got sick satisfaction out of the fact that my body couldn’t handle him, but I wasn’t going to cower from his dark needs.

  Julian’s need for me made me feel powerful.

  I felt his fingers join his cock and the sensation jolted me. I didn’t think he could fit anything extra inside me with his dick taking up so much space.

  “Relax, Isabella,” he cooed. “I need to work you open, baby.” And with that, he brought his cream coated fingers to the opening of my ass, and ever so slowly, he slipped two fingers inside.

  I stopped breathing. It felt filthy and forbidden, and my pussy gushed all over him.

  I started feeling the telltale signs of my orgasm. “Julian, I’m going to cum…”

  He grunted. “Good. Now that I know what you want from me, I don’t know how much longer I can wait, Dove.”

  Julian drove his cock into my pussy while finger fucking my ass and my body was relaxed enough from the wine that I was feeling no discomfort at all. I knew that would end soon, but for right now, I was in depraved, sexual heaven.

  “You like that, Dove?”

  I let out a porn-worthy moan, “Yes.”

  “Cum on my cock, baby. Give it to me,” he ordered.

  Within seconds, I was pulsing and convulsing all around him. “Julian!”

  “Jesus, fuck,” he uttered, pushing into me over and over again. “Say it, Isabella. Say it again. I need to hear you fucking beg me for it.”

  He could only mean one thing. “Fuck me in the ass, Julian…please…”

  Julian pulled his cock and fingers out of my body, leaving me empty, but still pulsing and weak from the explosion. I felt his hand push my upper body down on the bed, leaving my ass up and open for him. He rubbed his hand down until it was soothing small circles on my lower back at the same I felt the head of his cock push at the opening of my ass.

  “I need you to relax as much as you can, Dove.” Julian’s voice sounded low, husky and strained.

  He worked his cock into my ass slowly and inch by inch. I’m not going to lie, it hurt. The nerves were so sensitive, my entire body was wracked by stings and sharp pains.

  I had to bite into the pillow.

  “Jesus Fucking Christ, your ass is so goddamn tight, Isabella,” Julian worshipped. After a few more excruciating seconds, Julian was finally seeded deep in my ass.

  I felt full and lost. I knew what would happen next physically, but I didn’t know if it would feel good or if I’d be left bleeding in pain from the size and force of him.

  Julian pulled out a little and pushed his way back in. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop, Isabella,” he promised.

  I lifted my face off the pillow and gave myself to him. “Just fuck me, Julian, please. I don’t care if it hurts.”

  And I didn’t.

  I didn’t because I was so fucked in the head by my parents’ relationship that I really, really didn’t care what Julian did to me, as long as he wanted fo
r no one else.

  “Fuck,” he growled right before he started to fuck me.

  I mean, really, fuck me.

  I screamed. I moaned. I prayed to God.

  But I didn’t tell him to stop.

  I didn’t tell him to stop because a few minutes in to him holding onto my hips and slamming his cock in my ass, it started to feel decadent. The pain subsided and my mind was so turned on with how slutty I was being for him, I started pushing back into him.

  Julian grunted with the force of our joining. “Play with your pussy, baby. Rub on that sweet, little clit of yours.”

  I did what he asked and the second my fingers touch my sensitive nub, the pleasure distracted me from any remaining discomfort I was feeling at having Julian pounding into my ass.

  Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus.

  I started rubbing faster and Julian started thrusting harder. “I’m going to fucking cum, Julian.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he encourage. “Work your fingers, baby, so I can cum in this tight ass of yours.”

  That’s all it took.

  One dirty, filthy sentence and everything inside me exploded. I came so hard, white spots danced behind my eyes and I stopped breathing.

  I felt my channel tighten impossible hard all around Julian’s cock. “Goddamn, fuck, Isabella,” is all I heard before I felt Julian swell, and in one hard, painful, unimaginable thrust, empty his cock inside my ass.

  After a few spent seconds, he pulled out of my body. Gathering me up in his arms, my only thought was that I wanted to beg him to do it again.

  I looked at Julian through my lashes and I knew he knew that I was remembering our first time.

  The smirk on his face was undeniable.

  Chase’s voice brought me out of my flushed memories. “I can buy a second place and third place ribbon for Sav and Julez tomorrow.”

  I couldn’t stop my laugh. “That confident are you?”

  He gifted me with that signature, cocky grin of his. “Damn, right, I am.”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “I hate to break it to you, Chase, but Julian’s going to win.” Nick’s and Chase’s faces took on affronted looks, while Q and Ace started laughing.

  “That’a girl! Way to stand by your man,” Quinn quipped.

  “It’s a matter of common sense,” I explained. “Julian’s taller than both of you. Of course, he’s going to reach the end before you guys.”

  “That’s bullshit, Isabella,” Nick scoffed.

  “I’m way faster than Julian is,” Chase insisted.

  Avery addressed Julian, “What do you think, Julian?”

  And because we had no secrets between us…well, with the exception of the flowers…he answered honestly, “I have no problem letting Chase or Nick win, because I have no problem getting inside Isabella’s ass any time I want.”

  Avery and Quinn sighed.

  Nick rolled his eyes. “Goddamn it, Julian!”

  Julian~

  I stood behind Isabella as she unlocked the door to her condo. God, I hated this simple act. I wanted her living with me something fierce. My need to own her was constantly at battle with her need to feel independent.

  It sucked.

  She opened the door and I followed her in, locking the door behind me. I was heading towards the bedroom, so I could change, when her sweet, sweet voice stopped me. “Julian, I need to tell you something.”

  I stopped and turned around to face her. She was standing near the kitchen bar, wringing her hands together, with a look of serious apprehension. I walked towards the couch and sat on the armrest, crossing my arms over my chest, as I faced her. “Okay.” I wondered if this was about the secret Chase mentioned the other week.

  “Promise you won’t get mad,” she pleaded.

  Christ, this woman.

  She really had no idea the power she held over me. “Are you going to try to leave me?”

  Her face looked horrified. “Oh, God, no!” She shook her head for emphasis. “Of course not.”

  “Are you cheating on me?” The words felt like shards of glass leaving my lips.

  “Julian, no! I…God, no! I would never cheat on you. There’s no way I could ever want anyone else. How can you even ask me that?”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Those are the only two things I can think of that would cause me to get mad at you, Dove.”

  Her entire body visibly relaxed. She shook her head, sadly. As if it hurt her heart to think that I could entertain those two scenarios.

  It made me love her a little bit more.

  “Then, what is it, Dove?”

  She let out a deep sigh. “Someone’s been sending me flowers at work.”

  My entire body felt like ice. I was not expecting something like this, in the least. “I’m sorry. Do you want to repeat that?”

  Isabella’s posture looked defeated. “I received some flowers about two months ago with no note or card.” She was doing her best to look me in the eye, but I knew she was worried I was going to burn the building down in a haze of rage. And depending on how the story finished, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t. “I didn’t think anything of it, at first.” She shrugged a shoulder. “I thought maybe it was a mistake or something.”

  “You didn’t think they could be from me?”

  She smiled and made her way towards me. I opened my legs so she could fit in between them. I placed my hands on her hips. Touching her sooth me a bit, but I still felt like a coiled snake, ready to strike. “I knew they weren’t from you because you’re not the type to send flowers or buy candy,” she explained. Her small hands ran up my chest, playing with my pecs. “It’s a waste of time and money when all you have to do is look at me and I know you love me.”

  I squeezed her hips in my hands. “Go on.”

  The smile fell from her face. “I’ve gotten three more since then, all without a card or note or anything.” Her amber orbs took on a worried look again. “I thought I could just ignore them and they’d go away, ya know? But…”

  “But what, Isabella?” I could sense her worry and it was making me edgy.

  “When I came home after work today, my neighbor, Peter, stopped me and gave me a vase full of the same kind of bouquet, telling me he saw them delivered outside my door and he didn’t want anyone to steal them, so he grabbed them waiting for me to get home.”

  My entire being stilled. Someone sending Isabella flowers at work was one thing. Someone sending her flowers to the address of where she lived was another thing altogether.

  She worked in a building where thousands of people came and went every day. Anyone could see her, catch her name or ask about her. It’s not that difficult to send someone something at their place of work. But to find out her home address…fuck that.

  Even if I wasn’t a territorial bastard, there’s no way I’d let Isabella feel uncomfortable in her own home. Whoever was sending her the flowers crossed that line the minute they sent the delivery to her condo. I looked into her perfect face, knowing we were going to go into battle.

  But I gave not one fuck. Not on something like this.

  Isabella could walk all over me in damn near every other aspect of our lives, but not when it came to her health, safety and all around well-being.

  “Good thing it’s Friday, then. That’ll give us all weekend to move your shit into my house,” I announced, in what I hoped, was a reasonable voice.

  Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “Julian, you can’t just mo-”

  It was a dick move, but I stood up until I was towering over her. “Don’t you tell me what I can and cannot do here, Isabella. Someone has been sending you goddamn flowers at work-which you fucking kept from me-and now they’ve sent them to your home. You’re out of your ever lovin’ mind, if you think I’m going to allow you to continue to live here,” I roared. “You’re fucking lucky I’m going to still allow you to go to fucking work!”

  She picked up the fight I threw at her and her eyes lit like a fire. “Allow me? Allow me?! You don’t
get to tell me where I can live or work, Julian. I am my own person. I am not wearing your ring and you don’t pay my bills. Until one or the other happens, you cannot dictate how I live my life!”

  I threw my head back in a humorless laugh. “Is that all it takes? Because the only reason you’re not wearing my ring is because you keep saying no, damn it! And as for your bills, I will be paying them all the second you move in with me tomorrow!”

  She gasped. “I am not movin-”

  “I’m not fucking asking!” I thundered. This was not up for negotiation.

  Isabella stood her ground. Her delicate hands were balled up next to her thighs. “You cannot force me to move in with you, Julian!”

  I stepped to her, causing her to shrink back a little. I would slit my own throat before I’d ever hurt Isabella, but I felt like I was going to splinter into pieces if she didn’t concede. “Listen to me, and listen well, Dove. If I have to drug you, bind you and hold you goddamn captive, in order for you to live with me, I will,” I seethed.

  She balked. “You wouldn’t?!”

  I leaned into her. “Fucking try me!” She was about to object, yet again, when I stopped her. “Isabella, I would cease to exist if anything ever happened to you. Everything I am and every breath I take is directly tied to your heartbeat. Understand that. Understand that, because there is no way I will allow you to be placed in any kind of danger, whether real or imagined. No fucking way.”

  Her eyes started tearing up. “Julian...” she whispered.

  “You can be as mad at me all you want, as long as you’re alive and well while you’re pissed at me.” I was not backing down on this.

  She tried again to compromise with me. Little did she know, it was a losing battle. “I don’t want to be frightened out of my condo, Julian.”

  I ran my hands through my hair. “Jesus, Dove, you were going to move in with me in a few weeks, anyways. What difference does this make?”

  She stepped away from me and started pacing the floor. I let her be because I knew this was how she worked shit out in her head. Isabella always started mumbling, like she was doing math in her head or something, when she was trying to figure something out.