He moved slowly towards her, and Isabella watched him. This was the first time she had ever seen him... Scared. Yeah, that was definitely how he looked. When he was in front of her, he took her hand in his.
"That day we met" he began, rubbing her palm with his thumb. Isabella felt the familiar curl in her toes. The kind she always felt whenever he touched her but ignored it. This was not the time to feel like that. "You had a cut on your hand from a broken glass"
Isabella shook her head and he gave her a small smile.
"I know you don't remember" he said, "But that's only because I made you forget."
"That's ridiculous" she said, and tried to pull her hand away but he held on.
"Let me show you" He lifted his hand to her chin so he could look into her eyes. "I want you to remember everything that happened that night" he said simply.
Isabella closed her eyes and breathed deeply as the memories came rushing back
Was this one of her strange dreams again? When would she wake up from this nightmare? When? Isabella gripped the table behind her harder to counterbalance her buckling knees and felt the pain in her fingers because she was holding on so tight. No, this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality. Bizarre reality.She watched Samson get up, releasing Mark from his grip, slowly moving toward her.“No!” Her breath caught in her chest. Need air. Need air now.“Isabella, everything’s ok.” His voice was soothing but she couldn't be fooled. Not anymore.“Get away from me.” Isabella said, unable to believe her eyes.She backed away farther until she hit the wall behind her. There was nowhere else to go. She’d managed to back herself into a corner. And he was coming toward her, slowly, but steadily.Oh, Jesus Christ
“Belle, you have to stop hitting me. I’m sure we can another way for you to show your affection.” He had to hand it to her. She had a lot of spunk, and taming her would be fun, if exhausting, and at times probably painful. “Don't call me Belle. My name is Isabella!” she said Ah, that was more like it. He didn’t like the fearful look she’d displayed earlier. He much preferred her being a fighter. Something he could work with. “You never had a problem with me calling you Belle before, but I understand that you are upset right now so I will let that slide. Can Raymond let go of you now, or are you going to bolt again?” Isabella shook off Raymond's arm as Samson nodded to him. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest. Definitely ready for battle. Not that she’d win. Ever. But he’d let her try. “Can we talk now?” he asked Isabella didn’t answer and instead, pressed her lips together even tighter. He knew exactly how he could get those lips to open up, but it was proba
“Vanessa! Please come in here.” Samson’s voice was sharp.She flinched. Would he lash out at her? Hit her? Bite her? Kill her?Vanessa appeared instantly.“This is taking way too much time. Could you please stay back and watch her while I and the guys pay Saunders a visit” Samson asked.Vanessa nodded. "Yeah sure. No problem." Thank you" Samson replied, and after one glance in Isabella's direction, he bolted from the room.Isabella's eyes followed him before she looked back at Vanessa who casually sat on the wide bed as if nothing had happened.“He wanted to kill me, didn’t he?” Isabella asked Vanessa. "If I try to leave then he's going to kill me, isn't he? That's why he doesn't want me to leave. He thinks I'm going to tell the whole world what he is... That he is a vampire"Vanessa nodded. “Yes, he will” she replied, and grinned devilis
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and slowly she pulled him down to her until his erection settled at the entrance to her core.Warm moisture greeted him, inviting him. His body coiled with tension, anticipating her tightness, her heat, as he held himself back for another second just to savor the moment.“You’re mine.” he said. His claim was like a battle cry, as he impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never“You're perfect "he said as he withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping himIsabella threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. H
Isabella watched as they opened blood bag after blood bag and fed them to Samson, who finished them in seconds. Then his head fell back on the pillow.“I’ll give him mine.” Isabella said without thinking. Without hesitation she pushed the sleeve of her sweater up.“No . . . ” Samson’s voice was weak but determined. His eyes cast a pleading look into Mark's direction.“He won’t let you,” Mark explained.Isabella gave him a surprised look then shook her head. For once she didn’t give a damn what anybody did or did not want her to do. She would not sit idly by and let him die.“I don’t care. He’ll take my blood.” she said.“I can’t let you do that, Isabella. Samson doesn't want you to. Raymond can rush out and get more blood bags.”
When Samson finally let go of her wrist, his lips moved. “Belle,” he whispered, but drifted back into unconsciousness instantly.Isabella held him while she watched every movement of his body. She had surprised herself at how strong she’d been today. She was surprised at how she had gone from being mad at him to saving him immediately she saw him Hurt. She remembered what Vanessa had said about being his mate and she shivered. She wasn't ready to accept that yet....................Isabella woke in the middle of the night and looked around. Somehow she had fallen asleep. And a very peaceful sleep for that matter, she observed. There had been no dreams to trouble her this night, and she was glad because it had been a while since she slept this well.She tried to stretch. Where was she? She asked herself. It was then that she remembered that she was in Samson's house. In
Isabella lifted her head to look at him, almost as if she was trying to read his mind and know what was going on inside his head. She gave him a small smile before she slipped back into his arms, molding her pliable body to his. Samson was sure she had noticed the hungry look with which he devoured her. He hoped that sleep would claim him again soon so he could keep his promise, but knew instinctively that it wouldn’t come fast enough as he had just woken up.He stiffened when he felt her hands begin to move all over his chest, playing with hairs on it. He was determined to ignore it. Ignore the fact that blood was steadily pumping into his dick, but when she fingertips grazed his nipple he grunted, unable to hold it in any longer."You said you wanted me in your arms, right?” Isabella asked, and he knew that she was teasing him. The woman was pure evil.“Yes, but I also said, you shou
She responded to him with her own brand of passion and need. Her head filled with images of bliss, of the two of them dancing in the sun, in a sea of flowers.Samson pulled back and suddenly gave her a short break to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with me. Live here. With me.”“But, I have to go back to school and work.” Her protest was weak. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t just stay either. She had a life. she had an apartment. She couldn't just leave. This was going so damn fast. They had to slow down."You can still do all that from here"He took her upper lip between his and sucked gently. “Please.” His tongue swept over her lips. “Belle. We’ll talk about it later. But right now . . . ”He flipped her masterfully and brought her underneath him, ga