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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
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ISABELLA’S POVSuddenly, he paused. “Are you sure about this, little bear?” He asked, his voice having a rough edge of need, of desire. He wanted me too, I could tell. The, I knew that proceeding with this would only complicate things for me and confuse me more. As it was, I didn't know what the future held for us. I had no idea if I still wanted the divorce. What if this leads him on?“Yes, Alaric. Stop talking already.” It came as a whisper rather than a command. The heat was gathered around my thighs. “You've had a lot to drink, and I don't want you to wake up tomorrow thinking this was a mistake.” There was something in his voice. Guilt. Pain. Or was it sadness?I pulled back slightly to stare into his eyes. His blue eyes drew me in. “I am not drunk, Alaric. Tipsy, maybe, but I know just what I'm doing. This is what I want.” His eyes searched mine like he was looking for a clue or a reason to stop. Not seeing, he claimed my lips with such possessiveness that left me breathles
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ISABELLA’S POVHe stared at me softly. “The safe word is stop. Remember to say it when need be.” He said tenderly as though I was an egg that could crack.I nodded in response, then produced a moan as I squeezed my breast. I could feel his jealousy boiling. “I want just my hands on you, little bun.” “Really? I don't see them anywhere.” I teased, and he grunted as he got in bed.Kneeling between my thighs, he slapped his cock against my cock before sliding in, his left palm around my neck. My vision blurred as he banged me hard. I was running out of breath, yet I refused to say the safe word.My moans echoed through the room as my body shot with pleasure. It felt like paradise, yet with some pain. Just the right balance I needed. He seemed to sense my vision going off because he let go of my neck and looked at me warmly.“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” The fear in his voice.“I’m not a child, Alaric. I am a woman, so pound me like one.” I snapped, annoyed that he ruined everything. The vibra
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ISABELLA’S POV“I don't think we should do that after what happened last night.” He responded, dishing the chicken, fried potatoes, and egg on a plate and handing it to her.“We?” she repeated, then added, “Thank you for the food.”He hummed as he poured her an orange juice. “You don't think I will let you go alone, right?” She was speechless for a second. She wasn't entirely expecting him not to follow her, and she didn't want to bother him. “Enjoy your meal while I go take a bath, okay.” His hand was resting on the table as he spoke before he raised a palm and touched her forehead. “You seem better now. Let me know if it changes.” With this, he walked out of sight.Her mouth tasted bitter, but she managed to chew the food because she couldn't let his effort go to waste. Soon, he was dressed in a light blue shirt and cream-colored shorts. His face was neatly shaved, too. She was done, too, and within minutes, they were in his car, driving towards Mireille’s apartment.Her heart be
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