Ezekiel pressed a soft kiss on my neck, his lips warm against my skin as his hands guided my hips to move. With each motion, I felt him deeper, his presence filling me completely.My fingers tangled in his hair as his head brushed against my neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Our rhythm started slow and deliberate, each thrust a tantalizing tease. Then, suddenly, the pace grew rough, only to ease back to something gentle.He leaned in, kissing me softly, yet the intensity of our connection was anything but soft. My lower half was slick, a mix of passion and release."Ezekiel," I whispered his name, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I needed him to stop teasing, to give in fully.But he ignored my plea, pulling out abruptly. Before I could react, he pushed me down onto the bed, flipping me onto my stomach. A smile broke across my face, knowing what was coming. His dominance was magnetic, a force that could draw any woman to him.He pressed against me from behin
“Wow, it’s a rare view for me,” I teased, sitting up and leaning against the bed’s headboard. My gaze dropped, unable to ignore the unmistakable evidence of Ezekiel’s morning wood.Ezekiel caught my stare and smirked. “It’s a rare view for me as well, Isabella.”I understood his meaning instantly, my cheeks flushing slightly. But with the sight in front of me, how could I resist?Biting my lip, I knelt on the bed and moved closer to him, my fingers gently cradling his head. “I think we should try it in the morning,” I whispered, my voice laced with playfulness.Ezekiel grinned at me, his eyes filled with mischief. Without another word, we leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep, slow kiss.As the kiss grew more intense, Ezekiel’s hands found my waist, guiding me to lie back on the bed. His movements were deliberate yet tender, his touch igniting a familiar fire within me. Moments later, we were lost in each other, our bodies entwined in the pleasure of the moment.Afterward, I lay on hi
I went to my room, feeling the weight of the last night but eager to refresh myself. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, I stepped into the bathroom.I turned on the shower and the warm water cascaded down my skin. Last night’s memories flooded my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but smile as I rubbed my neck.It had been too pleasurable, too intense.I never imagined I would find someone entangled in something unexpected—falling for my mom’s boyfriend, who made my life feel complete.The guilt lingered, a shadow I couldn’t entirely ignore. But could I truly help who I loved? I intentionally came to his life but did not feel it just… happened.Lost in these conflicting emotions, I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Stepping out of the bathroom, my heart nearly stopped.Mom was standing right there, waiting.Her smile caught me off guard.She just kept smiling.Her calmness unnerved me. After everything that had happened, after seeing Ezekiel and me together, why wasn’t she re
Isabella's POV.Ezekiel and I came back to the mansion after having a blast at the beach party. I had taken one shot of wine, just enough to feel a little tipsy, while Ezekiel had refrained since he was driving. We both plopped down on the sofa, the room bathed in a soft, dim glow that matched the quiet atmosphere.I took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Then I turned to Ezekiel and asked, "Are you sleepy?"He shook his head and asked back, "Do you want to sleep?"I smiled faintly and shook my head. "No, not yet."I had a playful idea in mind. The wine had loosened me up just enough. "Let’s play something," I suggested, a mischievous glint in my eyes."Now?" Ezekiel asked, surprised but intrigued.I nodded, sitting on the ground in front of the table while he remained on the couch. "It's simple," I explained. "Let's play truth or dare."He didn’t hesitate, agreeing with a slight chuckle. He grabbed a small bottle from the nearby table and placed it in the middle.
The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker.I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh.My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.I tried to keep a mask of indifference, but inside, I was seething. I didn’t want to be here, but I also didn’t want to be alone. My friends, sensing my mood, left me some space, but Sneha, always perceptive, slid into the seat next to me.“So, what’s the next plan?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes probing.I took a deep gulp of the scotch in my hand, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat. “Nothing,” I replied, my voice flat. I swi
Milan Malpensa Airport buzzed with activity as travelers hurried to their destinations. I stood outside, the warm Italian sun beating down on me, my frustration mounting. My mom had arranged everything for this trip, so why was no one here to pick me up? I pushed my sunglasses up onto my head, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces.Just as my patience was wearing thin, I spotted Mr. Martin, my mom’s secretary, making his way toward me. Relief washed over me.“Ms. Isabella!” he called out.I raised an eyebrow, muttering under my breath, “Thank God.”“Finally, my mom has sent someone to pick me up,” I said aloud, not bothering to hide my irritation.Without waiting for a response, I walked briskly toward the car he had arrived in. Mr. Martin hurried to keep up, opening the door for me.I slid into the back seat with a stern face, choosing to remain silent. He quickly managed my luggage and took his place beside the driver.The car pulled away from the curb, merging smoothly into the
Ezekiel’s POV.I was in the kitchen, indulging in one of my favorite hobbies—cooking. After a hectic schedule, it was my way to unwind. The loud music blasting from the speakers amplified the energy, making the experience even more enjoyable. Suddenly, the music stopped. Surprised, I stepped out of the kitchen and spotted a girl with shiny, reddish hair glowing in the sunlight.I smiled, realizing this must be Isabella, the girl Kathrine had spoken so much about.“Isabella!” I called out.She turned to face me, her gaze lingering as if she were thoroughly inspecting me. I chuckled to myself, amused by her scrutiny.She was different from her mother; that much was clear from her demeanor. She had a fierceness in her eyes, a determination that was both intriguing and intimidating. I decided not to interrupt her, letting her take her time.And after a while, she asked who I am.I introduced myself, but Isabella assumed I was her mom’s cook. That was quite interesting, and I felt that my
Isabella’s POVMy mom’s so-called boyfriend was in the middle of one of his tedious lectures again. I smiled politely, though I wasn’t really listening. When he asked if I was angry with my mom, I decided it was time to be blunt.“It’s not about her, Mr.,” I shot back.He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to figure me out."Maybe it’s you.”He finally said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, "I know you can’t take me as your family. You need time."I smiled again, this time with a bit of an edge.“Why are you dating my mom?”“She’s 14 years older than you,” I added, not hiding the judgment in my voice.Ezekiel raised his brows and sighed, “Actually, I find her attractive. She’s so different from others.”“And she understands me a lot.”“Oh really?” I couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto my face.“So, you know others too?” I raised an eyebrow.Ezekiel smiled, his gaze unwavering. “Is there anything wrong with that?”“Of course not,” I replied, my voice dr
I went to my room, feeling the weight of the last night but eager to refresh myself. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, I stepped into the bathroom.I turned on the shower and the warm water cascaded down my skin. Last night’s memories flooded my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but smile as I rubbed my neck.It had been too pleasurable, too intense.I never imagined I would find someone entangled in something unexpected—falling for my mom’s boyfriend, who made my life feel complete.The guilt lingered, a shadow I couldn’t entirely ignore. But could I truly help who I loved? I intentionally came to his life but did not feel it just… happened.Lost in these conflicting emotions, I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Stepping out of the bathroom, my heart nearly stopped.Mom was standing right there, waiting.Her smile caught me off guard.She just kept smiling.Her calmness unnerved me. After everything that had happened, after seeing Ezekiel and me together, why wasn’t she re
“Wow, it’s a rare view for me,” I teased, sitting up and leaning against the bed’s headboard. My gaze dropped, unable to ignore the unmistakable evidence of Ezekiel’s morning wood.Ezekiel caught my stare and smirked. “It’s a rare view for me as well, Isabella.”I understood his meaning instantly, my cheeks flushing slightly. But with the sight in front of me, how could I resist?Biting my lip, I knelt on the bed and moved closer to him, my fingers gently cradling his head. “I think we should try it in the morning,” I whispered, my voice laced with playfulness.Ezekiel grinned at me, his eyes filled with mischief. Without another word, we leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep, slow kiss.As the kiss grew more intense, Ezekiel’s hands found my waist, guiding me to lie back on the bed. His movements were deliberate yet tender, his touch igniting a familiar fire within me. Moments later, we were lost in each other, our bodies entwined in the pleasure of the moment.Afterward, I lay on hi
Ezekiel pressed a soft kiss on my neck, his lips warm against my skin as his hands guided my hips to move. With each motion, I felt him deeper, his presence filling me completely.My fingers tangled in his hair as his head brushed against my neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Our rhythm started slow and deliberate, each thrust a tantalizing tease. Then, suddenly, the pace grew rough, only to ease back to something gentle.He leaned in, kissing me softly, yet the intensity of our connection was anything but soft. My lower half was slick, a mix of passion and release."Ezekiel," I whispered his name, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I needed him to stop teasing, to give in fully.But he ignored my plea, pulling out abruptly. Before I could react, he pushed me down onto the bed, flipping me onto my stomach. A smile broke across my face, knowing what was coming. His dominance was magnetic, a force that could draw any woman to him.He pressed against me from behin
I pulled down Ezekiel’s shirt, exposing his formed chest, and gently pushed him to lie on the bed. I sat on his bulge and balanced him, running my fingertips over his abs and then slowing down at his belt.A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I pressed them together, teasing him with my coy expression.Ezekiel smiled up at me, his eyes gray with passion.I pressed my lower half against his bulge and began moving my hips in slow, deliberate circles. The contact between us sent an unforgettable sensation running through me, drawing me to arch my back.I couldn’t help but admire him—his physique, his strength. I always had a soft spot for Italian men, and Ezekiel’s mix of Italian charm and his Russian mother’s appealing physique made him irresistible.Parting my lips, I leaned down, my tongue grazing his navel before trailing up. I kissed my way up his chest, finally halting at the top. Slowly, I circled it with my tongue before biting gently.Ezekiel let out a long, deep groan. I loved his
Ezekiel gently pushed a pinch on my buds, triggering them to rise. I moaned, since I was very wet down there. With my eyes closed, I bit my bottom lip.My movements mirrored those of a fish that needs water to breathe. I put my legs around his waist."Open your eyes!""Look at me, Isabella!"Ezekiel's words were whispered into my ears.I opened my eyes and met his stare.Damn! I could do fingering while staring at him. I am too envious; how could my mother always find the best, I wondered, tugging my bottom lip.I smiled at him and heaved a sigh of pleasure.Locking my gaze on him was another stage of intimacy. Ezekiel, however, abruptly grasped my breast in his hand.Closing my eyes, I arched my back.My bosoms were nestled in his hands.He pressed slowly and began massaging slowly. I cracked my lips in pleasure."Yes!"He was very sluggish and took his time caressing my bosom."Ezekiel, yes!" He was softly kneading my bosom with his palms.Why, he was quite skilled at it.Ezekiel’
Ezekiel led me into the luxurious hotel suite, and I immediately plopped onto the plush bed, my eyes scanning the extravagant room. The soft lighting highlighted the elegant decor, and the faint scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air.“It’s good,” I murmured, still taking it all in.Ezekiel turned the lock behind him, the soft click grounding the otherwise quiet room. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed.I glanced at him with a playful smile, unable to hide my amusement.“I arranged everything according to your taste,” Ezekiel said as he stopped at the edge of the bed, his voice low but warm."Aw... that’s sweet of you,” I replied, tugging at his tie to pull him closer. His face was just inches from mine now.“How was the meeting?” I asked, trying to ease him into conversation.Ezekiel sighed deeply, sinking down beside me. “It was okay,” he said, his tone neutral.“Did you find anything?”“Still under investigation
Kathrine paced her room, the phone pressed tightly against her ear. Her voice was sharp and unrestrained as she snapped, "Why did you need to tell her that we were together?"Robert’s voice came through the receiver, equally heated.“I told you I didn’t! Why would I?”"It’s been a week, Kathrine. Isabella and I haven’t spoken.”Kathrine’s frustration simmered. She could feel the anger bubbling in her chest.“Robert, I’m telling you—take her with you. Just… take her.”Robert chuckled, but there was no warmth in it.“Kathrine, I don’t mind. Isabella can live with me for as long as she wants. I’m not selfish like you.”Kathrine froze, her breath catching.“Selfish?” she repeated, the word cutting deep.“Like really?”The sharpness in her voice pierced through the tension.“How dare you?”Robert sighed, a weary sound that only fueled her anger.“At least I’m not like you. Dating someone younger just for their money.”Kathrine’s grip on the phone tightened, the insult stinging more than sh
Ezekiel’s question hit me like a lightning bolt.“Why do you always tell me not to say anything to your mom?” he asked, his voice calm yet probing.I froze, my body stiffening. The truth was heavy, and it sat at the edge of my lips, daring me to speak it. I had known everything from the beginning—about her lies, her manipulation—but what would happen if I admitted it all now?The thought of losing Ezekiel struck a deep chord within me. I had started this as a game, a twisted revenge against my mom, but along the way, my feelings for him had grown into something real.No!I couldn’t let him slip away. I couldn’t lose him now.Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. The world seemed to stop as I let my emotions pour into the kiss. His hesitation melted, and soon, he was holding me tightly, his grip firm yet electrifying.I parted his lips with my tongue, deepening the kiss as the intensity built. For a moment, everything else disappeared—my mom, her schem
I raised my gaze, feigning innocence as though I hadn’t intentionally exposed her.“Yes!” I said simply, leaning back in my chair as I spoke.Mom pressed her lips together tightly, taking a sharp breath before responding, “Isabella, that’s not true.”I shrugged as casually as ever.“Mom, I’m not lying. Dad called me this morning, and he said you guys had fun together. So, I’m just asking—do you think there’s a chance you two might get back together?”I tilted my head, my voice dripping with false curiosity, while Mom’s angry glare burned into me.Before she could respond, Ezekiel interrupted, his voice calm but firm.“Did you two go?”The question clearly rattled her. Mom looked at him nervously, her composure faltering.“No... no. There must be a misunderstanding,” she stammered, her words coming out hurriedly.I glanced at Ezekiel, but he remained composed, almost indifferent. He didn’t react at all, his face unreadable.That threw me off for a moment.Was I really the one who’d ove