Chapter 6 - Audacious Proposal

Dizzy from the shock, Isabella’s mind replayed the scenes where his mouth was on hers, she gently touched it. 

All the spots on her skin that made contact with his hands were still tingling with hot lust, every inch of her body tormented with some kind of biological urge that never hit her like that before. She blamed it on the fact that she was still a virgin and also didn’t use her sex toys since a while.

Those were the reasons most certainly, not the fact that she had been craving to have a taste of the man from the moment she set her eyes on him in that third-rate diner.

That was surely not the case.

What happened a few minutes earlier was the result of a plausible set of circumstances, life and death situations can provide justifications even for the most unrealistic course of events.

Would it have happened if not for the fear of death? Probably not.

Stopping the time in the moment that their lips collided would have been gratification ordained by gods, she allowed herself to believe.

No, that’s not how it would have worked.

Stopping the time would have meant endless torture, not getting more of his hands and mouth hovering on her body, not feeling his hard member buried deep inside her softness to put an end to the anguish from her burning with ardor core, that would have equaled a punishment more hellacious than death itself.

‘Fine, I admit it, but solely in that moment when life hinted to cease existence, I wanted it to happen. My heart was throbbing for my fantasies to morph into reality.’

Breathing became harder to impossible, he just entered the room again, very much naked as before. His entire dynamic screamed man in pursuit as he approached the bed again, enticing her figure in his predatory glance, she never had the chance to dress.

The air was filled with tension, the sexual kind.

She reached for the blanket, grabbed it and wrapped it around her silhouette, shivering like a leaf in the process.

The desires from before reached the sky limit, they were one hundred times stronger now. 

Her heartbeats accelerated as he leaned over her with slow movements. Then he took something from the closet near the bed and withdrew. 

‘Okay, that was not what I had in mind.’

“W-why are you here?” She uttered, her words filled with shyness.

“Relax, woman! I want nothing from you!” He declared, his eyes suddenly went from flaming thirst to ice-cold shade. “I needed a set of clothes. Or you perhaps want to see me naked for the rest of the flight?” He smirked arrogantly.

‘He wants nothing from me, I didn’t hear a single thing after he said those words, disappointment is a hard pill to swallow, for sure.’

“That’s not going to happen again!” He threw at her an unnecessary assurance, which no one asked for. “Unless you want it and you beg for it!”

“Say what?” She grunted in stupefaction, but he was already on his way out.

Edmund’s rational judgment went through the window along with his composure and his ability to breathe as he entered the room and came across a fabulously unclothed Isabella. 

‘Damn, she is so fucking perfect, my cock is fighting against my jeans to escape and immerse itself in that moist and warm pussy, possess her until the world ends, just as I meant to do prior the inconvenient interruption by the plane crew.’

He grabbed his clothes, the reason he entered the room, and exited as if his life depended on it, a minute longer and the result would have been of significant difference. Her legs would have been wrapped around his body in full of passion moves as she would shout the name Edmund with rampant need, before releasing the tension from her center of pleasure.

His heart was racing at that figment of imagination which had every chance to become reality. He was harder than he had been in years, his member pulsating painfully in his pants, complaining about the abominable interference in the path to satisfaction.

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Two hours maybe passed since he last saw her, she never left the damn room, after that particular turning point.

Instead of feeling over the moon for being finally alone and at peace, having the opportunity to finish all those reports and complete the other tasks he could not previously, he was painfully aware of her absence.

Glancing at the rear side of the plane more often than necessary was his new pastime.

Finally, he heard a low sound of a door opening, and he turned his head before restraining himself.

Her cheeks were blushed, her gaze set on the airplane’s fluffy carpet, her stance crying of embarrassment while walking to the chair she used before.

‘It’s not like she’s some sort of virgin! Why is she acting like that? I bet she shared her bed with lots of men until now.’

The background check he had ordered before coming to Madrid stated that she had at least one boyfriend who she dated publicly. And judging by the way she looked, she must have had plenty of suitors.

‘Maybe she is aware that acting all innocent attracts men the most!’

He shifted in his seat as his cock grew hard again. It took him a while to cool it down, his effort was in vain as her presence stirred the pot once again.

“Don’t be ashamed of what happened, dear, it’s not like we won’t become husband and wife as soon as we set foot on the ground.” Those words escaped his chest, sounding as devastating as a thunder in a sunny day, with no control whatsoever from his part.

Weird enough, shortly after letting them out, he felt relieved, like a burden was lifted off his soul.

“W-what? T-that will never happen!” She replied without giving it a second thought, staring at him in panic, and the simple suggestion that she was afraid of him made his stomach muscles clench.

“It’s not up to you, love! If you want your sister to stay alive, if she recovers from the crash of course, you will do as I say. Also, your life is at stake too, so if she happens to die, you’ll still have to go through the marriage for you’ll inherit a part of my family wealth. That’s the aftermath of playing with the Stark family!”

“W-what?” She blinked nervously, the grimace on her face one of someone who just received the worst news ever, multiple emotions crossing her figure, one more devastating than the other.

“Sure, there is still the small chance that she dies and my brother lives, so no harm done here, but I’m not going to risk it. How does Isabella Stark sound to you? I hope you fancy it for it will be your name in a little while and you’ll wear it for the rest of your life.”