know how much I want her. That is a weakness I can’t afford. Especially when I still think she’ll lie to me about the whereabouts of her father.
I gear up for my second visit at lunch time.
It was tempting to take Candace up on her offer, but I only want Isabella to see me for the moment.
I head up to her room with another tray of food. This time I have a bowl of soup and freshly made bread from the maid.
As I open the door and enter the room Isabella glares at me.
Those eyes find me and hold me in place as she sits on the bed.
She shuffles her legs and I get a good view of one slender thigh with golden skin I want to touch again.
I walk up to the bed and set the tray down next to her, showing my insistence she eats.
“You need to eat,” I tell her, and she eyes me with caution.
I’m cautious of myself too. I can’t think past being inside her again and I need to focus.
“Excuse me, do you think some soup and bread will make me talk?” she retorts. Her stare intensifies like she can take me on.
I can see I’ve shaken her by what happened this morning, but I won’t say anything about it.
“I’m not going to have you perish on me before I get what I need to know from you. Eat.”
“You need to let me go,” she says.
“No.”
“This is ridiculous. I didn’t do anything to you to deserve this.”
“I’m sure you’re well aware that things don’t work like that. If you want freedom of any kind you will tell me where your father is.”
“Fuck you,” she lashes back. “I told you I don’t know where he is.”
“And that sounds like bullshit.”
“I don’t care what it sounds like to you. You let me go! How can you do this to me? Fucking let me go!”
“No!” I roar but this woman is a fighter.
I’m shocked to shit when she doesn’t back down. Instead she grabs the plate with the bread and throws it at me.
I underestimated her and that’s why the fucking plate hit me right on my forehead. The sudden panic in her eyes suggests she underestimated herself too and didn’t think before she struck. The pang of the blow sends a lance of pain through my head, but I push the feeling aside to go after her as she breaks into a run.
She manages two long strides before I grabbed her.
“Let go of me, you monster,” she wails thrashing and kicking her legs.
Monster…
Yes. I know that’s what I am but it’s okay for me to know that. when I hear the words falling from the lips of my enemies daughter, I lose my shit. I fucking lose my mind and stalk back to the bed dragging her kicking and screaming.
“Monster,” she continues to cry, not knowing she should fucking stop it. That’s okay, I know exactly what to do here.
I sit on the edge of the bed and haul her over my knee. The stupid gown is already almost halfway up her thighs so it’s not hard for me to lift it the rest of the way and expose her perfect ass.
Fuck, it’s perfect and I’m supposed to be punishing her. But I can’t help thinking she has the perfect ass for a good spanking and fucking. It’s firm and round and it takes the first blow of my hand exactly the way I imagined it would. It jiggles just the right amount and beckons me to do it again.
One more spank on her rounded cheeks makes the skin go red and the detail of my handprint.
The sight and the sound of her cries harden my cock all over again.
I give her another slap and she screams. That’s when I stop.
“Tristan,” she calls my name, and it snaps the sexual reverie that clouded my mind.
Instead I focus on the sound of her whimpering in my arms.
This is all bullshit. Coming back in here has only pissed me off and made me want to fuck her again. I suppose she must know that though because there’s no way she couldn’t feel the hardness of my dick. She’s lying right across it.
Furious, I drag her gown back over her ass and carry her over to the wall. I can’t do what we did earlier. I can’t do it. I can’t lose my mind like that and act like some kind of animal.