IsobelleI ran my fingers along the side of Mason's face, tracing the outline of his jaw. How could he be aroused at a time like this? Grayson and Lucas had gone to check on Alex. They could walk in on us at any second.We can't fool around on the sofa. He's hurt, for goodness’ sake.“On a serious note, I was worried sick about you all,” I told him, feeling crushed with guilt. “If I had just stayed home like I was supposed to, maybe none of this would have happened.”Mason sighed a frail smile. “Let’s just leave the past behind us and focus on our future. Our family is growing. We’re going to be so happy living our best lives, nothing else will matter.”His lazy tone put me at ease. Mason's laid-back attitude and the provocative look in his eyes suggested one thing — he was horny, and he wanted some pussy action.“Yeah, you're right,” I agreed with him, trying my best to ignore the tent in his pants and erase the idea of sex from my mind.Severed head. Dead dogs. Lying mothers, and hu
IsobelleAlex's black silhouette was visible in the vanity mirror. I twisted around to look at him, my eyes wincing at the bloodstained gauze that was taped to his back. He was lying down on his stomach with his face angled to the side, his back muscles rising and falling with each gentle respiration.I could hear muffled voices outside the room. Lucas was offering Grayson and Mason a beer. The glass bottles were clinking together as he rummaged through the fridge. If I wasn't pregnant, I would be the first in line for a drink. Anything to rid my mouth of the awful taste of remorse. My focus was on Alex, and how frail he looked right now. The bed sagged as I perched on the edge and released a mournful sigh.“Look at you,” I murmured, reaching out to push his fringe back.He always styled his hair to perfection, but now it was stuck to his forehead with a mixture of blood and sweat. His skin was clammy, and the smell of antiseptic lingered in the air. It was so thick I could practicall
IsobelleEncountering the Bennett brothers was fate's decision but falling in love was ours. They all contributed a special element to our relationship, unrivaled qualities that were so unequivocally theirs. Mason provided the tenderness that my heart had always craved, teaching me how to love without limits. Lucas painted my world with colors and taught me to dream fearlessly. Grayson gave me the courage to be myself, and not be concerned with how others perceived me. Alex was my shield from all the horrors in the world. My protector and my security. He was the patriarch of our family, and without his structure and order, we would surely fall apart.This cabin, with its treated timber and quaint furnishings, was our home. Our scent had merged within these walls, forming part of its essence. It was on every towel I held against my face, every cushion I relaxed upon, and every blanket I snuggled beneath.That is why you can't stay mad at me, Alex Bennett, because you think the same way
Isobelle“Have you seen what's inside the bag?” Lucas held his bottom lip between his teeth, arching a brow.He knew damn well what was inside the bag . . . they all did.I still hadn't checked because I assumed it was a dress . . . just a plain white dress from a cute boutique in town. Maybe they had planned to introduce me to their parents and bought me something formal to wear for dinner. Their smug reactions suggested they knew more than I did, which only triggered my curiosity. Now that it was daylight, I took out the flimsy garment and noticed the red cross on the front of it.“Oh my God!” I laughed.Alex got me a slutty nurse's uniform, along with a pair of white pumps. This wasn’t a dinner date . . . not unless I was the only dish on the menu. As much as it thrilled me, I couldn't help but wonder why they were so reluctant for me to meet their mother . . . unless their parents wouldn't approve of our relationship. Mine sure as hell didn't. But they couldn't keep me a secret fo
IsobelleI entered the bedroom, not knowing what kind of punishment to expect. Alex was waiting for me in the same place I left him, lounging on top of the sheets in a casual pose. His eyes stalked my movements like an animal hunting its dinner. His cock had already risen to full-mast, thick, veined, and intimidating. My hands were shaking like a delinquent schoolgirl who had been sent to the principal’s office. I let out a shaky breath. My eyes darted all around the room, searching for instruments of torture. There was nothing out on display. Not a belt, a spanking paddle, or anything that revealed his plans. Whatever discipline Alex had in mind he was keeping it a secret.“It’s time for my sponge bath, nurse . . .” Alex’s hardened glare made him look ten times sexier, making me swoon.If there was one thing the Bennett’s had been graced with, it was inhuman good looks. Upon the nightstand, I saw a bowl of steamy water, a bar of soap, and a natural sponge. Grayson had undoubtedly hel
IsobelleI turned to sneak a look and saw something long and thin in Alex’s hand. Maybe it was a riding crop — no, it wasn’t one of those. It looked more like a teacher’s cane. Not the wooden bamboo kind. This one was a glossy black stick.“I told you to face the wall,” Alex ordered.My head snapped back to face the varnished timber.“Taking into consideration that this was her first offense, and that her intentions were good, I think it warrants ten swats,” Grayson decided.“Ten swats?” Alex sounded incredulous.“I’ve deducted more than half given the circumstances. So, that’s five for you and five for me,” Grayson bargained.I got the impression Alex thought I was getting off lightly.“We don’t want her to become a sobbing mess before we fuck her now, do we?” Grayson reasoned.Ten swats are bad enough!“True,” Alex agreed. “Allow me to go first.”My breath lodged in my throat as I braced myself. He was going to whip me with that stick, and it was likely to hurt like a bitch.“As you
Isobelle “Ahh . . . Alex!” I cried out, earning me a slap across my right ass cheek.“Sorry, Master,” I corrected.Alex gave me a series of slaps each time I uttered a swear word while he feasted. I did it on purpose, just to receive another spanking. The vibration of the sex toy, his tongue writhing around my clit, and the sting of his slaps had me jerking like a bucking bronco.Grayson tugged on the zip of the slutty nurse’s outfit, allowing my breasts to spill out. He yanked the skimpy material over my head and tossed it onto the floor. Now I was as naked as they were.“These are perfect,” he uttered, circling his fingers around each taut nipple.He moved from behind me and kneeled on the mattress. Dipping down to my breast, he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, suckling so hard I almost came there and then on the spot. All I could do was ride out the sweaty mess express until I reached my orgasmic destination.“Fuck, this feels so good,” I moaned.“Open wide, baby girl, Daddy’s
IsobelleToday would be a glorious day, I could feel it. Not only had I responded to my father's latest text, which was an urgent plea for me to speak with him or else he would call his contacts at the FBI, I became the bigger person and forgave my mother. All this stress was not good for the baby. I wanted the next nine months to be drama free — if that was even remotely possible, considering I lived with rowdy quadruplets who bickered and fought one another at every given opportunity. Just as I hit send, my phone rang. It was Dad. After a moment of panic, staring at my phone as if Satan himself was calling me, I answered with an incredible meek, “Hello.”Dad's breath rattled down the line as he considered what to say. “Hello, flower,” he returned in his broad Yorkshire accent, sounding flustered.“How are things with you and Mum?” I tested the water with a flinch of my eyes.“Hm, well . . . we've had a lengthy chat,” he revealed, pausing in between, most probably because Mum was the