CHAPTER 14: Seduction in Paradise

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Isabella was still asleep, her dark hair sprawled across the pillow, her bare skin illuminated by the soft morning light. I watched her for a moment, admiring the way her body lay completely relaxed, the aftermath of last night's passion still evident in the slight flush of her cheeks.

I smirked, running a hand over her smooth back, feeling the way she shifted under my touch. Last night had been wild more than I expected. Isabella was a woman who knew what she wanted, but she also loved being completely dominated.

As I trailed my fingers lower, she let out a sleepy sigh, her body pressing back against my hand. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Wake up, beautiful," I murmured.

She stirred, stretching like a lazy cat, her lips curling into a smirk before she even opened her eyes. "You're insatiable," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.

I chuckled. "You knew what you signed up for."

She turned onto her back, her eyes meeting mine, dark with desire. "Then what are you waiting for?"

That was all the invitation I needed.

After another round in bed, Isabella finally let me leave for a while to explore the beach house. The place was massive, sitting right at the edge of the ocean with a private stretch of sand just beyond the infinity pool. I stepped out onto the deck, the warm Miami breeze hitting my skin, the salty scent of the sea filling the air.

I could get used to this.

I checked my phone, missed messages from Maya and even Kira. I smirked. As much as I liked the thrill of what I was doing here, I hadn't forgotten about the women back home. Maya was eager to see me, but I had postponed it. Kira, on the other hand, was still playing hard to get, but I knew I was making progress.

Before I could respond, Isabella appeared behind me, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe. She slid her arms around my waist, pressing herself against my back.

"You're thinking about another woman, aren't you?" she teased, her lips brushing against my neck.

I turned around, smirking. "If I was, would you be jealous?"

She arched a brow. "Not at all. I know I have you all to myself for the next month."

Her confidence was sexy. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer. "Then let me remind you why I'm here."

We didn't even make it back inside. The lounge chair by the pool became our playground, the ocean breeze cooling our heated bodies as we lost ourselves in each other again.

By the time we were done, the sun was high in the sky, and she lay beside me, completely spent, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"You might actually be the best I've ever had," she admitted, turning her head to look at me.

I smirked. "Might?"

She chuckled. "Convince me again tonight."

By the third day, we had settled into a routine, wake up, indulge in each other, eat, relax, then repeat. But tonight, Isabella wanted to do something different.

She had spent the entire day teasing me brushing her fingers over me in passing, whispering filthy things in my ear when no one was around. By the time dinner rolled around, I was already on edge, wanting nothing more than to take her right there on the table.

But she had other plans.

She led me to her private lounge, a dimly lit room with velvet furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. A bottle of wine was already open, two glasses waiting.

She handed me a glass and sat across from me, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. The silk of her robe slid apart slightly, revealing just enough to keep me focused on her.

"Tonight, we play a game," she said, sipping her wine.

I arched a brow. "What kind of game?"

She smirked. "Control."

She leaned forward, trailing a finger along my thigh. "You like being in charge, don't you?"

I smirked. "You love it when I am."

She tilted her head. "True. But what if I told you I want to see just how much self-control you really have?"

I took a slow sip of my wine, intrigued. "Go on."

She stood, letting the silk robe slip off her shoulders, revealing the bare perfection beneath. She walked toward me, placing one knee on either side of my lap, straddling me.

"You can't touch me until I say so," she whispered against my lips.

I exhaled sharply. This was going to be a challenge.

She started slow, running her lips down my neck, her hands roaming over my body. Every touch was calculated, every movement meant to drive me insane. She rocked against me, the friction almost unbearable, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in.

She was testing me, seeing how long I could last before breaking.

Minutes passed, then more. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my body screaming for release. She was enjoying this, watching me struggle, her own breathing growing uneven.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she leaned into my ear.

"Now," she whispered.

I snapped.

My hands grabbed her hips, flipping her onto the couch in one swift motion. A gasp left her lips, quickly turning into a moan as I took control, claiming her all over again.

By the time we were done, neither of us could move. She lay against my chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin.

"I underestimated you," she admitted breathlessly.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You won't make that mistake again."

She smirked. "You might be right."

I smirked back. If this was only day three, I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the month had in store.