Claiming Isabella

by M. E. Clayton

  I was ready to rip her panties off when she whirled around on me and before I knew it, Isabella was on her knees unbuckling my belt and trying to free my cock. I closed my eyes because as much as I wanted her to swallow my dick, I wanted in her pussy more. And if I kept eying her on her knees, I was going to let her suck me off.

  As soon as I heard my zipper lower, I grabbed Isabella by her shoulders and hauled her up, slamming her up against my office door.

  She instantly wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I reached in between our bodies and tore her drenched panties clean off her body. I grabbed onto her hips and in one swift thrust I was buried deep inside her cunt.

  Fuck me running. I was never going to ever get enough of this woman.

  “Oh, God, Julian…”

  I started pounding into her tight, little body. “Is this what you wanted, Dove?”

  Her fingers clawed into my neck. “Yes! God, yes, Julian, fuck me. Please.”

  “Gladly, baby.”

  I drove into her pussy with enough force to rattle the door. I prided myself on my professionalism, so it should have bothered me that my assistant could probably hear us, but I didn’t care. All I care about was being inside Isabella.

  And, truthfully, I had every intention of fucking her in every manner in which I described to her earlier. I was going to make her suck my dick under my desk. I was going to make her ride my cock until the chair collapsed. And I was going to fuck her up the ass bent over my desk.

  But there was still the bar, the couch, the conference table, the chairs and the loft room. She was going to be used in the shower, the top of the sink and, most definitely, in the bed.

  I was going to have to remember to thank Chase and Nick for cancelling our meeting. No doubt those two fuckers knew Isabella was coming here.

  “Talk to me, Dove,” I nuzzled her neck as I continued to slam my cock into her pussy. “You like knowing Felicia can probably hear me fucking you?”

  She let out a soft cry, “Yes.”

  I pulled back to look at her face. “Look at me, Isabella.” It took her a few seconds, but she finally managed to open her eyes and focus on me. “You need to bring some clothes and stuff to keep here, or else everyone is going to know why you were here when you walk out with me looking like a used slut.”

  Her cunt tightened around me and her body trembled and shook. She came and she came hard.

  She loved the idea of being filthy, even if she really wasn’t.

  I kept slamming into her until I felt tingles run up my back and in a short few seconds, I was exploding inside her.

  Everyone was gone from the building, except security, by the time I was done with her.

  Chapter 11

  Lust: Because my lips say one thing, but my body says something completely different!

  Isabella~

  Something was bothering Julian and I didn’t know what it was.

  After we christened his office, and damn near, every piece of furniture in the place, he had brought me home, fed me, and then made me take him one more time before letting me fall asleep in exhaustion.

  But the last couple of days, he’s been quieter than usual and I can’t think of anything out of the ordinary that may have caused his moodiness.

  Well, besides the flowers, my selfish mother and uncaring father. Besides that.

  I was weary from a long day at work and when I walked through the front door, my only plans were to kick off my heels and have a glass of wine. Maybe seven.

  It was when I dropped my purse on the couch that I heard a thumping sound. I walked into the kitchen and found nothing. I made my way to the bedrooms, the office and still found nothing.

  It wasn’t until I passed the door that lead to the basement that I saw it was cracked open a bit. I knew the basement was soundproof and had the door not been open, I wouldn’t have heard the sounds coming up from the underground room.

  I stood in front of the door not sure what to do.

  I hadn’t known Julian to be down there since I moved in, so the fact that he was solidified my concern that something had been up with him these past couple of days.

  I wasn’t sure if I was welcomed down there. That basement was Julian’s sanctuary. It’s where he fought his demons. It was the one part of him I haven’t seen. It’s the only part of him he holds back from me.

  And suddenly I wanted to see his secrets.

  It might have been extremely intrusive, and I might be stepping over the line, but I wanted all of Julian. Not just the good he showed me.

  I wanted to see it all.

  I wanted to be able to love all of him.

  I opened the door and closed it as quietly as I could behind me as I descended down the stairs. I felt more nervous at interrupting Julian than I did at not knowing who was sending me flowers.

  I reached the bottom of the stairs and I took in the room. The fighting ring sat smack dab in the middle of the room with a weight bench, treadmill, stair climber to the right of the ring facing a goddamn, rock wall for climbing. The left side of the room was made up targets with which you could embed with knives and half mannequins that could be wrestled, beaten, stabbed or shot. There was a sauna big enough for three people and a spa that sat behind the stairs. The basement was so huge, everything was spaced out enough that anyone could all be down here and not get in each other’s way.

  The room was amazing.

  Julian stood in the corner of the room knocking a mannequin around with his bare hands. He was barefoot and wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He was sweaty and the tattoo that spanned his shoulders danced as his muscles rippled with each punch.

  He looked absolutely delicious.

  “I’ll be upstairs in a bit,” he bit out, not sounding winded at all. But not sounding welcoming, either.

  To hell with it. “Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” I pushed.

  “Isabella, I will be up shortly,” he grounded out.

  I stood there watching as he never let up on the mannequin. A huge part of me was telling me to take my ass back upstairs and let Julian work out his issues on his own. But I knew that was the insecure part of me talking. The part that was scared to really push because I worried I wasn’t worth the fight to keep if I overstepped.

  But the part of me that loved Julian more than I loved myself prompted me to stay where I was. I wanted to know all of him, no matter how bad.

  I, boldly, put one foot in front of the other until I was standing slightly behind him. I didn’t speak, but just kept watching his body work out his frustrations.

  I wasn’t too ashamed to admit that seeing him like this was making my skin prickle and my blood warm. And my pussy wet.

  “Goddamn it, Isabella!” Julian’s voice was like gravel.

  “Talk to me, Julian,” I implored.

  He hit the mannequin harder with each throw of his fist. “I will, just not now,” he grinded out.

  I crossed my arms over my chest in a stance to look tough. “I’m not leaving until-”

  Julian whirled around on me and his face was sweaty, flushed and fierce. His chest was heaving as he leaned down to pierce me with his hazel stare. “Until I accidentally hurt you? Until you see blood? Until you see me?!” he roared in my face.

  Holy. Shit.

  I stood there numbly, as he continued. “Get your ass back up those fucking stairs now, Isabella! I will not let you see me like this! Fucking ever!”

  I knew Julian would never hurt me, so that knowledge made me braver than I would normally be. “No! You don’t get to hide from me, Julian! You don’t get to pretend this side of you doesn’t exist. You don’t get to pick and choose the pieces I get to love!”

  He threw his head back in a sinister laugh. He looked back down at me and his eyes were alive with heat, hate, and fury. “And when you see something you don’t like, what then? When you fully realize that when I say I want to kill the motherfucker sending you flowers, I mean
actually kill him, then what? You think what you saw me to do Eric was bad, that wasn’t shit, Isabella. That didn’t even touch the surface of what I really wanted to do to him and Avery’s not even mine!”

  “Julian…”

  He leaned down so close, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “You want to know what my problem is, Isabella?”

  I unwisely nodded.

  “You stood in my office telling me you would let me fuck you in front of the entire city of San Jose, if that’s what I had wanted.” He took a step towards me with each punch of his words, until my back was up against the wall. “You are constantly telling me I can do whatever the fuck I want to your body, not because I turn you on that much and not because you’re just filthy fucking dirty in bed. You put yourself in danger every time you take your clothes off for me because your parents are pieces of shit and they raised you or didn’t raise you to feel unwanted and unworthy.”

  Tears started streaming down my face as he slapped his palms on the wall on either side of me. He was trying to turn my sexual wants into something shameful and embarrassing.

  “You think you know, but you don’t. I want to hunt your father down and beat the life out of him, Isabella. I want to watch your mother suffer every minute of her life. I want to fucking destroy them for making you feel like you’re not worthy of someone as broken as I am!” he seethed. “And you had better believe that what I want to do to the sonofabitch sending you flowers, thinking he can take you from me, is worse than an horror movie you’ve ever watched, Isabella.”

  My eyes widened.

  I believed him.

  He meant every word he was saying.

  “I don’t care,” I whispered, unconvincingly.

  The corner of his lip curled. “I bet you’d care if you knew what I wanted to do to you right now, Dove.”

  My body started shaking.

  And not in a bad way.

  It was shaking in an overly heated sexual way.

  I knew Julian thought my sexual desires stemmed from my messed up childhood, and maybe they did to some extent, but I never acted on those desires until I met Julian. I trusted him in a way I never trusted any other man. I wanted him like I never wanted anyone else before him. I didn’t let him use me purely out of insecurities. I let him use me out of power and lust. It made me feel powerful to be able to bring a man like Julian to his knees in desire.

  He didn’t stop trying to assault me with his horrible perception of himself. “I don’t want you to see me like this because then I’d have to tell you the truth, Isabella.”

  “Wh…” I had to clear my throat. “What truth?”

  Julian leaned down into me and his lips touched the shell of my ear as he confessed another piece of his darkness to me. “No matter how badly I want to hunt down everyone who’s hurt your, no matter how much I want to tear this room apart, I’d rather take out all the violence I’m feeling on your hot, tight, little body,” he whispered before he flicked his tongue out.

  I could feel my body heat from the inside out. Avery’s fantasy made total sense now. As sick as it may sound, and as dangerous as it may be, knowing the violence men were capable of was hot as hell in the right scenario. And this was most definitely the right scenario.

  “You’ve already-”

  “What?” he interrupted. “I’ve already what, Isabella?” Julian pressed against me until I was trapped in between the wall and his body. “I’ve already been rough with you? I’ve already taken you as hard as possible? Is that what you were going to say?”

  I nodded mutely.

  Julian pulled back and focused his hazel eyes on mine. There was an eternity of a second before he said, “Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Dove. I love you more than should be humanly possible. But, right now, when I want to murder, when I want to ruin, when all my demons are clawing at my soul, I just want to lose myself in your body until they quiet the fuck down.”

  I must be crazy. I had to be. Only insanity could excuse the words that came out of my mouth next. “Then do it.” He didn’t immediately shoot down the suggestion and that had me trembling.

  Julian searched my face. “Why? Because you’re afraid I’ll leave you if you don’t let me?”

  I was stunned into realization.

  This whole time Julian was holding back because he didn’t think I wanted him without the scars of my troubled upbringing. Everything he gave was so that I would feel worthy, but I haven’t been giving him back the same.

  He thought I let him do the things he did to me so I could feel confident in my self-worth, not because I was confident in him or just wanted him insanely.

  God, how could he not know that any woman on the planet would want him?”

  Julian deserved to be able to do whatever he wanted to me because no one could ever love me, worship me, or take of me the way Julian did and wanted to.

  We, both, had the same fears and so far, only mine have been soothed. His haven’t.

  I reached up and touched his jaw. I looked into his eyes as I said the most honest thing I have ever said in my life. “No. I want you to use me however you need to because I trust you with everything I am. You deserved to feel peace and if you need to fuck me until I pass out to feel it, then that’s what I want, too.” He let out a low growl, as I leaned up and ran my tongue up his neck, tasting his salty sweat. “If you need me to see me bleeding so you don’t feel like you’re the only one, then do your worse. Because everything I let you do to me is because it feels right, Julian. Because you feel right.”

  He didn’t just feel right. He was everything.

  Julian~

  I was looking down at Isabella, trying to process her words, but they were barely getting through.

  I had been trying to hold onto my temper these past couple of days and I thought I was doing a well enough job, but I recognized how distant I was treating her, and I couldn’t let that go on. So, I left work early, hoping I could get a few rounds in before she got home.

  That plan was a complete fail.

  The need to tear her parents to shreds was still with me. And so was the need to mutilate whoever was sending her flowers.

  Isabella stretched herself to lick the other side of my neck and I almost punched a hole in the wall with the force of my restraint. She ran her hands up my sweaty chest and just started touching me everywhere while she spoke, “I don’t want you because my parents jacked me up, Julian. I don’t want you because I’m messed up in the head.” She was literally trying to sooth me with her touch. “I’m not attracted to you or love you because I’m broken. I love you because you’re too wonderful to be real. And I’m attracted to you because you have got to be the hottest man walking the earth.” She ran her hand down my stomach and reaching inside my shorts, grabbed a handful of my rock hard cock. “I only have to think about you, Julian, and my pussy starts dripping.”

  That was it.

  I slid my hand into her hair, and fisted it so hard, she let out a yelp as I tug her face towards me. “Don’t kid yourself, Dove. We’re both broken,” I stressed.

  And then she reminded me of why I can’t exist without her. “Not when we’re together.”

  I slammed my lips down on hers and stole her breath, because I could. Every inhale, every exhale, every beat of her heart and every thump of her pulse belonged to me.

  Isabella was mine. No one else’s.

  She started to climb me like she couldn’t get close enough to me. I lifted her up and she wrapped herself around my body as she kissed me like it would be the last time.

  I walked us toward the cage. I was going to fuck Isabella on the mat where I’ve dripped sweat and I’ve dropped blood. It didn’t matter that I steam cleaned the mat once a week. I just needed to lose myself inside her in the same place where my demons were the loudest.

  I managed to get the cage door open and I dropped to my knees in the middle of the mat. Isabella hasn’t stopped kissing me the entire time, but I had to finally brea
k the kiss so I could get her on all fours. I was going to tunnel into her like the goddamn animal I was feeling like.

  She went to lie down, but I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. “Nu uh, Dove.”

  “Tell me how you want me, Julian,” she asked without fail.

  So, I told her. “I want you exactly how you like to be, baby. I want you screaming for me like the dirty slut you fantasize about being.” She moaned like I knew she would.

  How she could be so wanton and classy at the same time still boggled my mind.

  Isabella was on her hands and knees fully clothed, so I yanked her slacks and panties down and over her hips until they were trapping her knees. I could see her skin break out in goosebumps as the cool air hit her flesh. I reached over and grabbing the collar of her blouse, I wrenched it with enough strength to tear it apart.

  Her hair was a mess, sections of her shirt were hanging lifelessly off her body and she was half-naked from the waste down.

  She looked like she was getting attacked.

  And my dick was harder than a lead pipe.

  I’ve never held back about my possessiveness over Isabella, but in this moment, I knew with unwavering clarity that I would do anything to keep her with me. I will spend the rest of my life standing in front of her preventing anyone from trying to get to her. No one will ever take Isabella from me. Ever.

  I pushed my shorts down and the second my cock was freed, I spread Isabella’s ass apart and rammed my dick balls deep inside her perfect heat.

  “Julian!”

  I let go of one of her hips and tangled my hand in her hair. I yanked her head back until she was uncomfortably bowed. “No one else will ever get to see you like this, Isabella. No one else will ever know you the way I do. Only I get to see the real you. Only me, Dove.”

  She didn’t reply. Her hands were scratching at the mat and she was doing her best endure the hold I had on her.