Bartered (The Encounter #1)(40)

“Hugo…”

The mere sound of her voice calling out to me in such a carnal way made everything inside me constrict with excitement. My hands were on her breasts, but I made them trail over her back from her shoulder blades all the way down to the base of her spine before I palmed the curve of her buttocks, gripping them hard, letting her cunt slide harder against the back of my cock as it sat rigidly between us.

As I gazed admiringly at her, Isobel was lost in the heady and magnified, beautiful sensation we were weaving together. Her reluctance of this magnetic attraction and her slight measure of giving in to me—even though she had been fighting tooth and nail about everything that was related to me—well, this felt mighty triumphant. Yet, even in this short-term triumph, the greater need of wanting it all superseded it all.

This was appetizing, of course it was. I had never doubted my instincts when it came to women, but I wanted her utter and complete surrender without hesitation. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. The need had consumed me since she’d walked in to save her father from destitution.

Generally, as a rule, patience where women were concerned wasn’t on my list at all. What man of wealth and power would waste time on such trivial situations when it could be invested in something beneficial? No decent businessman would even toy with the idea. Of course, there were exceptions—if the man in question had a wife and family, then the rules changed.

I could take her like this, with my cock a mere breath away from her opening, and she wouldn’t even have a second to deny me because she’d be lost in the pleasure of what my cock would do to her. My dark thoughts prevailed, yet there was something much stronger inside me, insisting that I wait until she commanded me to f*uk her because she couldn’t fathom another second without having me inside her.

My ego was a double-edged sword. I couldn’t make myself thrust my hips into her tight hole. My decisive decision made me curse inwardly, knowing quite well that I would end up having a cold shower while I palmed my cock. When was the last time I’ve done that? I thought, mocking myself. I couldn’t even remember because I had always had women who’d done everything for me. The very thought itself was depressing. When had my life come to such a sad state?

Sex was the only thing I could indulge in… since having a family was out of the equation. It was the only thing that made me sane.

“Ma belle, make me come with you…” I groaned out, needing her to hear the desperation in my voice.

I didn’t need her pu**y to finish off; she could use her hands, her swollen mouth, or her pu**y lips, riding on top of me as she glided her juices against my hot length.

“Hugo… I’m…”

“Touch my cock, mon amant.” (My lover.) “Use your other hand to caress my balls…”

Her hands followed direction, gentle yet eager to please. The feel of her hands pressing against my shaft while I thrust against her labia felt too glorious to describe. Her gentleness eventually became harsher as I upped my speed. The warmth of the water sluicing around our motions, the rapidness of our heartbeats as we synchronized together with one purpose, achieving the end, became a whirl of madness until we finally reached our peaks.

Isobel cried out against my lips while I came against her luscious cunt.

I was inhaling her scent behind her earlobe before I breathed out, “Mon Dieu, c'était magnifique.” (My God, that was magnificent.) She laughed huskily before kissing my cheek. “Yes, that sure was.”





For the past week, I had shared her bed. It was a given that, each night I came to her, we would succumb to our passions. It also became a habit that every morning I’d wake her up with my mouth attached in between her legs.

I was mad for her, and I couldn’t, no matter how much I kissed her lips and her body, get enough of it. But even if our passion was unimaginable, she hadn’t begged me to go all the way yet. Though I must admit my control was slipping away, I still managed to harness it each time our sexes touched.

Isobel was slowly blooming before my eyes, giving me glimpses of the real woman within her cattiness and pleasant smiles. The woman behind the fa?ade was this bright woman who had a great spirit and laughed madly until she snorted, which of course made her blush with embarrassment, but I found it truly cute and heart-warming. She was different; I had been aware of that from the very beginning. However, her uniqueness had particularly drawn me in to look beyond her appearance. Deep inside, she was as gullible as they come at twenty-three with the perception that life could be all about love and happiness. She rarely mentioned it, but when she did, I knew she was talking about Damen—the man she’d had to forcibly put aside until her obligations were finalized.

I wasn’t a man who looked into the future, and I certainly wasn’t one who dwelled on past lovers and what might’ve been, but picturing Isobel’s freeing, full-of-life smiles with the man that she longed for made me feel uneasy. Therefore, as much as I could, I tried not to show that I was bothered each time she mentioned his name. She randomly did this while we were having discussions over dinner, aimlessly walking about The Riviera, or even when we were in bed. She’d spout something off about being in school and how life had gotten better since Damen.

I was all for freedom of speech, but sometimes, it would’ve been perfect if the woman had a filter. There were rules in bed for lovers. One being the fact that no one should discuss current other lovers, or past ones for that matter. Each time she made a comment, it was on the very tip of my tongue to tell her that sometimes it was better off not to even say anything; however, her face would light up, and I, the mad man that I was, simply couldn’t resist gazing at her when she looked the very epitome of why God had created the earth and all its entirety. I was almost convinced that, when God had finished his creation, he’d sat back and admired her beauty, feeling most accomplished since a face like hers truly was unrivalled.