CHAPTER 43

He pushed deep within her. And as he hammered her pussy, she emitted a noise so sexual and desperate that he could feel it quiver throughout his entire body.

She's so wet, so hot, and her pussy is so fucking tight as she throbbed around him.

She's perfect. And she's all fucking his.

Retreating, he slammed home again and again. "I own your pussy now. Understand?"

Every sound that came out of her throat and the way her pussy continued to constrict around his dick only made it harder for him to hold back. And she was pleading with him to let her go and let her get it, her breasts bouncing as she struggled against the cuffs.

"Come!" He barely got it out before she screamed and flooded him, torrenting as she shattered.

He fought a few more strokes before gliding deep into her. "Fuck, baby! See what you do to me?"

She closed her eyes, writhed in his arms. Goddammit, with her so eager to go again, so eager to please and provide him with whatever he wanted, he was going to die. He untied the ropes from her ankles, kissed over the inflamed skin, and did the same with the ones on her wrists. She trembled at the kiss and lick he gave to her body. And when their mouths were on the same level, she leaned up to kiss him.

He cupped the back of her head, devoured her as he rocked against her. She's soaked, dripping wet, and not being in her right now was intolerable. He groaned in her mouth, laved across her tongue, then rolled her over.

Her arms went around herself in front as he set her to her knees. "I want to touch you, ISAAC," she gasped when she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Oh, I know that you do, baby. But you're going to be a good girl for me," he growled in her ear as he kept grinding against her. She ground her body against his cock which was already hard once more, and he kissed her neck. "Yeah, like that, KY. You nasty girl, you're not finished yet, are you?"

"No…"

"You want more?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Please.please."

He tied her wrists together and secured them to the headboard. He then knelt behind her and yanked her hips back into him. She can't even move her arms, and she's so tight that he has absolute and total control of her.

He pushed all the way inside of her in one stroke and allowed her to feel what she did to him.

She squirmed and bucked against him, requiring him to take her the way she did. He slapped her violently, her head dropping onto the mattress, but he dragged her back by her hair so he could listen to every one of her moans and whimpers that passed her lips as he thrust into her over and over again, taking claim on her in the best manner.

"Wasn't that what you desired, baby? You wanted me to fuck you hard and fast once more? Wanted me to keep going till you're so tired you can't even speak?"

"Yes…oh please…"

Continue speaking to me," he ordered as he watched her ass bob up and down off his hips. Christ, watching her pussy lips engulf his cock every time he drove himself into her was heaven itself.KYOLINE mewled. "So good. I want it. Please, ISAAC, don't pull back, I want you.".

He snarled and cinched his fingers in her hair. He gave it all to her in hard drives as she pushed her hips back for him. The sound she let out was addictive. It's so wild and desperate that he chased it over and over again until she couldn't stay still, couldn't help but whine and beg him to let her go to come.

No, baby," he growled. "Not yet. I still want to play with your clit." He smacked her ass.

"Please! I'm so close! So close, please. Please, ISAAC."

"You want to come all over my cock again?" he barked. "You want to wet me with your pussy?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Please, I.I need to come. I need you. I need.".

His hand moved from her butt to her front, curling down to her wet clit and rubbing in little circles that made her shriek. He had himself around her and kissed her jaw. "Come for me, KYOLINE! Now!"

Her eyes rolled back as tiny beads of sweat formed on her hairline. And her plump lips opened as she shattered, her pussy closing around his dick like a vise.

And he didn't, couldn't. Every sexy sound she made spurred him on. And he could not slow down for even a second, not until his balls began to tighten and his abs clasped. He gritted and came hard within her, driving his forehead into her shoulder blades, growling and emptying out.KYOLINE shook with every inhale. He released her hurriedly and turned her over, massaging her wrists.

She smiled lazily and stood up at last to take a drink from the water bottle on the dresser, watching him thoughtfully after swallowing a good amount of some of it. "You know, I think I could do with some more of your tongue on me."

His dick stiffened up again right away. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman was going to kill him.

She sat back against the dresser.

"I don't think I'd rather be anywhere else," he replied, stalking towards her.

"Good boy."

He froze in his tracks. "I'm not a dog, KYOLINE."

"You are if I say you are," she snapped. "And if you want more of my pussy, you need to crawl on all fours over to me."

He glared at her.

And didn't take another step forward.

But she crossed her arms over her tits and shot him an eyebrow. And he knew that she was serious.

The pain in his cock made him drop to his knees, and he couldn't help slinking over to her like a panther. "You should know that I like being at this height, KYOLINE. I like my tongue at level with your pussy…"

But as his mouth yawned to tongue her thigh, she moved back.

What in the devil's name was she at now?

"KYOLINE,"

"DIEGO."

"I require your pussy. Now."

"Beg."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard. You desire my pussy, then beg for it."

There was a growl in the back of his throat. This was her taking her revenge on him for all he'd done. Not telling her what he was the first time they met, and all of the rest of it too. But he's so far gone on this woman that he'll do anything. This woman had him in a chokehold—and he wanted her to squeeze her fingers all the tighter around him. "I want my mouth on your pretty little pussy, KYOLINE.". I need your thighs wrapped around my head."

"And?"

"I need to fucking have you on the end of my tongue."

"What else?"

"And I need to make you scream till you can't come no more. Please, baby…"

And that appeared to be enough for her.

Because she leaned forward and pulled his head back to hers.

He didn't let her make any excuses—the little minx would likely just to tantalize him.

And he buried his face between her legs and ate her out like a starving beast, and brought her to orgasm once more with his mouth and then once more with his cock before he picked her up and carried her back to the bed and lay down beside her.

"So good," she breathed.

And as he pulled her onto his chest, he looked down at her and pondered the engagement. As much as he disliked to acknowledge it, KYOLINE's two-point-five-million-dollar ring purchase had the effect he had desired, and rumors spread like pure wildfire regarding their engagement. Her totally over-the-top purchase, along with his hard-crazy reaction to the same, got the tongues of the gossipmongers going galore, and he was certain from his informants that information reached Carmine in super-super speed time. Now all they had to do was make sure nobody discovered that the whole thing was staged. But now they were going to try their talents for the very first time publicly together, and that's an entirely different story altogether.

And all he could wish for was that they would be able to fake it.

Because KYOLINE needed to stay out of Carmine's way…

KYOLIN

It's party time. After showering together, they came out into the bedroom, and ISAAC headed straight for her closet.

Swinging the door open, she watched as he sifted through her array of bright dresses, and she felt a surge of pride fill her as the reality dawned on him that everything in the closet was people's clothes.

He turned on his heel towards her and let out a low growl in the back of his throat.

"Is there a problem, DIEGO?" she asked with pretended innocence.

He strode over to his closet and started getting dressed in haste. "You're not getting your own way so easily," he said under his breath. "I'll be damned if you're going to our engagement party in a stolen dress. Wait here while I go out and buy a dress for you."

Her smirk fell from her face. "We will always be late for our own party," she pouted. Because if they didn't leave now, she'd never see tonight's show of The Real Housewives of Sunset Beach, and she was desperate to catch the episode tonight.

"Consider it us making a big, fashionably late entrance," he tossed back over his shoulder as he headed for his car keys.

And she glared at him as she sprawled back on the bed, already fuming that she would miss her best TV show tonight.ISAAC came back an hour later.

"You took forever," she growled.

"Traffic," he answered with a lazy shrug.

She'd already done her hair and makeup, so snatching the expensive boutique bag from him, she quickly took out the dress box, flipped open the lid, threw back the layers of tissue paper, and stared at the creation in front of her.

She was lost for words.

Speechless.

"I tried to find something in a color you'd like."

But she still couldn't say anything.

Because whatever was in front of me looked like someone had vomited up a custard pie—or more than one. It's yellow and frilly and frothy in the most unattractive possible way. For God's sake.

But she wasn't going to stand there and argue. She just wanted to get this party over and done with. Throwing on the outfit, she decided she'd find a way to get back at ISAAC later for making her wear this stupid dress. Then she grabbed her purse and rushed out to the car.

"We're here," ISAAC told her.

She huffed, unable to help but the smallest hint of resentment work its way through her. She was already thoroughly stressed about the whole production she would be doing and the lies she'd have to lie about. You can do this, KY. She could be atrocious at lying, but she was reminding herself that she sold guns, she stole from the stores, and she provided for her siblings' roof—so if she focused hard enough, she was sure she could convince everyone that this engagement was legitimate.

But it's more than that.

A lot more.

Because even though she'd been trying not to let it plague her, the fact that he'd ever be able to look at her only as his fake fiancée stings. Stings like antiseptic on an open wound.

She didn't know why she even felt this way. She meant, he was honest about how phony was all this ever going to be. Who'd want to be with someone with all her baggage? She couldn't keep sneaking, she had three kids to raise, and she'd gotten a bad guy on her back. Is it really so terrible to think what if, though? What if he really did want her as much as she maybe wanted him? "Okay, now to step out of the vehicle, babe," he announced while opening the door of the passenger side so that she could get out so he could finally have this stupid celebration underway. There is extra emphasis on the last word in his declaration, as if he was sure that the use of a term of endearment would lead people to believe that they were actually an in-love couple.

She pressed her lips as she turned her gaze to ISAAC. "Don't call me babe. There's no one out here to hear you. And when no one is close to witness our relationship, then I'd like for you to treat this as a strictly business relationship—because that's what this deal clearly is."

He shrugged with a deep sigh. "Okay, KYOLINE DIEGO, get your ass out the vehicle. Is that better?"