Isabela Part 5
I'm spinning in the whirlwind of madness that are these conflicting feelings. What I feel for him almost pushes my thorns inside, but Nate doesn’t seem to care how much they cut him.
He isn’t afraid of me. I hate him for that, but I feel an odd urgency to reach into his pants and check out that damn bulge pressing against my stomach.
Damn! Nate is consumed with jealousy. Angry in a way I never imagined he would be. It’s wonderful! I hope he burns up entirely, dances in the fire to pay for the spell he’s cast over my body and mind, to learn not to push me to my limits. Next time, I’ll find someone in front of him, to feed that rage even more and see if that jerk finally gets it and leaves me alone.
“Now’s the time for you to run, Little Red. Or I’m going to devour you here against this wall, and I won’t be gentle while fucking you! I’ll be worse than any wolf could be,” he warns, then abruptly pulls away, as if giving me a chance to escape. His eyes are on me, but he looks down and rubs his temples. His body leaves an emptiness now that he’s stepped away from me. “I’m going to make you howl in pain if you don’t get out of my way right now!”
I stare at him with narrowed eyelashes and a smug smile dancing on my lips. The feeling of triumph swims through my blood. I’ve won this time. Even though there’s a masochistic side roaring within me, saying it wants to see all this destructive potential he just offered.
“Wow, Natey...” I say, dangerously approaching the Big Bad Wolf, getting so close that I can almost feel my face touching his shirt. Slowly, I turn my back, rising on my toes and rubbing my ass against his dick, grinding to feel his hardness against the fabric of my dress, making my pussy wet like crazy. I bring my right hand to the back of his neck, feeling his dark hair massaging my skin, his rigid chest pressed against me. I gasp dramatically as he slides his large hands over my body, one exploring my stomach and the other roaming over the skin of my thigh under the dress. I shiver with desire pulsating down there, screaming and swimming in the moisture pooling in my panties. I can hear him growling softly. It’s almost possible to smell the desire that surrounds us, enveloping us and making us burn. “You’re not going to eat me, you know why?” I then turn around and squeeze his balls hard enough to feel them filling my hand, to the point that I see my nails digging into the denim fabric and hurting him. Nate gulps, clenching his teeth, holding my gaze with total focus. “Because I’m saying a resounding NO.”
Nate looks at me with such intensity that I’m sure he’d slap me if he could, or kiss me. Maybe both. Before he can do anything, I pull my hand away and literally land a low blow, delivering a solid knee to his groin.
“That’s for you to learn to never pull my hair again.” I grip his chin tightly as Nate groans and writhes in pain, holding his own balls with a furrowed brow.
“And war is war, Big Bad Wolf. May the worst win in this damn mess!”
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