Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Twenty One

ELIO MORELLI

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I've come up with fifty creative ways to kill Kory. All in which I can make them look like an accident. My jaw grinds together as I watch them move closer. I have no idea how Kory is giving Isabella love heart eyes when she's shovelling in her fries like she's never eaten in her entire life. That girl needs a fucking bib.

Once the food is cleared I expect them to get up and leave but they don't. They hang around. She makes a comment and he laughs, he says something and she raises her head up to the ceiling as if it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.

You can't tell me that jocks are funny. I bet they laugh about domestic violence and roofying girls for fun and those topics don't really seem like something Isabella would be engaging with.

I clench my fist tightly over the table as they move in closer. Their fingers are almost brushing and I'm seconds away from punching Kory so hard that he's in a coma for the next ten years and hurling her over my shoulder and bringing her home.

How could she actively want to meet up with him again after those pictures? He might be telling her that Jenson is out of the picture in their friendship group but I wouldn't believe it for a second.

God. I want to smack her ass raw. The punishments I'd give her. I'd take much pleasure in painting her skin red and listening to her as she begs. Oh. Those sweet pleas the last time she rode my thigh. The way she licked her wetness off my trousers.

She wants to act all tough and mighty but boy, she knows that she loves being told what to do, how to please. I can see it in those brown eyes that are full of backhanded comments that want to land her in trouble.

I've seen girls exactly like her but she's forbidden fruit and fuck. It definitely tastes the sweetest. I'm already imagining sinking my teeth into the flesh of her ass, shoving my fingers so far down her throat that she gags as she sucks around them.

They stand up from the table and Kory pays for their bill. I tighten as they walk towards the exit and I follow them. They stand a few feet from me as I keep my eyes trained on Kory and what he's going to do next.

"Can I walk you home?" he offers. Isabella visibly tenses and then turns around to me and Kory meets my homicidal gaze. "Or maybe not."

She laughs softly. "It's alright. Thank you. I'll see you soon?"

Over my dead body.

Kory nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, definitely. Goodnight, Isabella." Then he leans down and leaves a soft peck on her cheek, Isabella's eyes flare slightly before she closes them. A soft smile on her lips.

My entire expression is like stone. I don't want to watch but fuck. I'm ready to pound his face in. Who does he think he is? He'd be dead by morning if I had it my way.

"Bye," she offers him a wave before walking in the direction of the apartment.

I follow behind her. Neither of us utter a word and the silence is deafening.

When we reach the front door I step forward and place my keys inside the lock, opening it and shoving it open aggressively. Isabella moves inside without sparing me a look at that ticks me the fuck off.

I slam the door shut behind us which causes her to jump. The amount of fire that roars in my veins is painful and I don't remove my eyes from the back of her head as she takes off her jacket and drapes it over the kitchen chair.

"Are you done?" I snap.

Isabella sighs and turns around to face me. "What?"

"Are you done being a fucking idiot?"