Page 37 of Isle of Seduction
I look down at my phone in my hand again. The top right corner where the service symbol should be is grey, like it’s not on or something. The entire country is well serviced in reception signals, so why on Earth would I not have service right now? I’m getting agitated, dialling Nico again, trying the toll guy. Nothing works. As a last resort, I try Giulia. Nothing but silence greets me on the other end. Not even a beep. Like the phone can’t even connect.
“Fuck,” I yell in the ether and throw my phone down on the ground where the screen explodes, and the back opens up. I pace back and forth in front of my ruined motorcycle, kicking it for good fucking measure.
I stop and take a deep breath, trying and failing to calm my racing heartbeat, fiery rage turning my blood to a boil.
I pick up the piece of my phone, and that’s when I see it.
Fucking minx.
I bark out a laugh, loud and unhinged, scaring a few birds in the process.
The place where the sim card should be is empty.
My little warrior finally added a bite to her bark. Maybe she wanted to punish me for every night I’ve spent in her room. Or maybe for the incident with Irina. Maybe she just wanted to push me away. Goddamn, she did well. I’m impressed by her determination and sneakiness. Sleep evades me every night, but she obviously waited patiently for me to sleep the three or four hours I get to take my phone and remove the card so I’d be without contact with the outside world.
In the city, it wouldn’t have been a problem and would have only pissed me off mildly. I might have even taken days until I noticed, trying to call people like a prick and not realising my mistake. I wouldn’t be surprised she fucked up my bike on purpose.
I want to be mad. I fucking love that bike. But I’m ecstatic. My little guerrieritta just gave me the perfect reason to punish her and I’ve been dreaming of tanning her ass red with my marks. My cock stirs up to life and a smile of pure evil lifts my mouth to the sides. Dark energy simmers under my veins. The harder she fights me, the bigger my monster.
I’m gonna gobble her up whole.
I’m high on the prospect of putting my hands on my wife’s soft body when the clouds part and rain showers down on me, putting a real damper on my mood. I have twenty kilometres to walk back and I have no other way.
She better pray my state of mind improves before I get home because I won’t be held responsible for what she brings out of me.
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It’s the middle of the afternoon when I get home, and it has not fucking stopped raining for the past four hours I walked back to my cottage. I’m drenched, I’m hungry, and if Giulia comes out to view, I’ll fucking eat her alive.
She doesn’t disappoint.
Lounging on the sofa, her light laugh rings in the room and invades every cell of my body, burrowing under my skin. All I see is the red of her skin under my fingers. She doesn’t even say anything, she doesn’t have to.
When she sees my darkened eyes and sombre face, her laugh stops and she stands, the room falling so silent I can hear her heart beating. The blood pounds against her veins at her pulse point and all I want to do is sink my teeth into it and punish her fair skin to make her regret playing with me.
I already know that won’t happen. Her eyes shine with twisted anticipation, her fingers trembling by her side. She’s ready to pounce.
“Run, guerrieritta,” I whisper a second before she darts behind her in the direction of her bedroom with a squeal that awakens every sleeping part of my body and soul. If she plans to lock herself in, she’ll soon learn that no door or wall will keep me away from her.
I dash behind her, hot on her heels, racing to catch her. My heart races with every effort my muscles make to catch up on the short advance she has on me. My cock twitches at the prospect of catching her, the hunt making all the blood rush south.
When she reaches her door, she turns to close it on my face, but I push through with my shoulders, not registering the pain of the impact. She looks magnificent with eyes of a doe caught in the headlights. She faces me, taking a step back for every forward I make.
The tight wool black dress she wears hugs her figure and has ridden up her legs, barely covering her yellow lace underwear, and my eyes drop to her ample breasts, the dip of her thick thighs and plush stomach I want to sink my teeth into. Her red hair falls around her face and onto her shoulders, creating the perfect frame for her beautiful face, now tinted a pretty shade of pink.
Her eyes dart to the bathroom door and before she can take a step and try to push me out of the way, I grab her by the hair at the back of her head and yank her to me, her soft curves fitting the harsh planes of my chest perfectly. “Trying to become a widow so soon, guerrieritta?”
When she avoids my gaze, I pull at her hair and direct her eyes to me. Fire burns in her eyes, the green turning the shade of the myrtle growing on the property. Her sharp tongue cutting even in her precarious situation. “I obviously failed.”
With my hold on her hair, I direct her to the bed, a low moan escaping her throat and I’m not sure if it’s one of pain or pleasure, but it sure makes me leak at the tip. I roughly bend her over the mattress, a hand on her nape, keeping her in place and the view could bring me to my fucking knees.
“You’ve been bad, sweetheart, and I don’t tolerate disrespect,” I say, dragging the hem of her dress up with my free hand.
She wiggles her ass and I lick my lips, biting on it until I taste of copper to refrain from punishing her too soon.
“What are you doing?” she asks, uncertainty tainting her voice. I want to wipe the feeling away forever. I’d never take what wasn’t given.
“You played with me, guerrieritta. That cannot go unpunished. You want it to stop, you say ‘red’ and I’ll let you go.” My fingers glide on her thigh all the way up to her ass cheek, bare to me. “Fuck, sweetheart, you trying to kill me with that little thong? That’s a better way to go than a bike accident and I’ll go happy. So, what will it be?”