Saved By Him

Chapter 29

But no, I didn't end up fucking the girl because my mind was occupied with a different one who was sleeping on the same floor.

A small groan leaves my mouth as my hand starts moving up and down my dick more swiftly.

The determination in her eyes when she insisted on pleasuring me had only added to my temptation. She claimed she wanted to return the favour, but I could read her easily. She wanted more pleasure, and the thought of her getting satisfaction from pleasuring me made me feel good.

I was at my limits when I denied her, though in any other case of her not being high, I would have gladly allowed her.

Closing my eyes, an imagination of her plump lips sucking my cock decides to make an appearance. The way I would force it down her throat as my hand fists into her long hair.

A low "Fuck" escapes me, and I have to clench my jaw to avoid Isabella from hearing me. Despite the fact that she is well aware of the reason I am stood in this bathroom.

How her and her fucking perfect body is the reason.

Just then a violent burn is spread through my veins, making my blood boil. Not in pain, but in anger, as the thought of Isabella pleasuring my enemy hits me.

And the fact it wasn't willed by her, only makes the burn expand. The words 'Please don't' of her earlier screaming in the car echo in my mind, making my fists clench in indignation.

Suddenly I don't feel so desireful anymore, annoyance flaring through me and overpowering all.

My hand movements slow until I just stop completely, feeling my mood dim as Isabella's past with the bastard stays as a reminder within my mind.

Washing my hands and buttoning up my pants again, I exit the bathroom only to see the room light off and hearing the slow breaths of Isabella.

The curtains of the window were parted, allowing the moon to cast its illumination over her sleeping face. As much as I wanted to disagree, she looked like an angel.

I walk over to her side of the bed, uncontrollably being able to look away and slowly brushing her front strands of hair behind her ear.

Staring at her, I remember another reason of many, of why I need to get the bastard.

I need him to sign the divorce papers of their marriage, which sat in my office in Italy.

Even though their marriage may not be regarded as so in other ways, legally it was. And so I had the papers prepared since the very first night she stayed.

I also needed to get her signature when we return to Italy.

My mind drifts back to her as a soft, quiet snore leaves her. I tilt my head as a small smile subconsciously forms onto my face.

Cute.

Sighing, I walk around to the other side of the bed before getting under the covers.

It's funny how weird our relationship - or whatever you call it - has become. Hating the presence of each other to now sleeping in the same bed.

I turn to sleep on my side, staring at the back of her head since she was facing the opposite way.

Thinking about it, did I really ever hate the presence of her?

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Isabella Rose

Feeling the heat and light directly hit my face, my senses slowly return as I begin to wake up.