Chapter 146
LEVI
“So… you’re still not going to talk to me?” she asked, her voice lilting with mockery, though it was soft enough to almost sound sweet. “How childish.”
She shifted in her seat, turning fully to face me. The sunlight slid across her hair, picking out strands of gold. I kept my face still—impassive, unreadable.
I just stared at her.
I couldn’t believe it. Instead of apologizing, this woman wanted to tease me? Mock me? Fine. I’d make her pay for it.
But God—she was beautiful when she was smug. Because even with that faint, infuriating smile, I could still see my sweet little sub hidden underneath.
I was about to break the silence with something sharp—maybe finally drop this cold act—when she surprised me.
She blinked at me.
Just a blink… but in that heartbeat, something in her shifted. The fight eased out of her posture. Her arms loosened. Her jaw unclenched. Her lips—those red, lush, perfect lips—softened.
“Please,” she said quietly, eyes holding mine now. “I’m sorry. Alright?”
There was still a flicker of amusement in her gaze, a faint sparkle that told me my sweet little sub hadn’t entirely surrendered. This woman… she was still thinking about her little prank. Probably picturing me pacing my estate naked.
“What can I do to make it better, hmm?” she asked, her voice dipping into something warm, coaxing. “You want me to get naked?”
The words slid over me like a caress. Her tone was soft but threaded with mischief. The sly smile that curved her mouth wasn’t wide—it didn’t need to be. It was enough to tell me she already knew the answer.
Of course I wanted her naked. Again. Always. But not here. Not yet. Maybe after the engagement or during it, because I had no idea how much longer I could control myself.
And just like that, she had me again—not just my attention, but my full, eager surrender.
I could feel it—the heat curling low in my stomach, the hard, insistent ache straining against my control. The thought of taking her right here, wrecking her perfect hair, her perfect dress, leaving her marked and trembling in the backseat, all composure forgotten… consequences be damned.
God.
She’s the best woman I’ve ever made love to. And I’ve never been the man to admit this—but I could spend the rest of my life inside her. With her. For her. No variety. No temptation. No change. Just her. Forever.
It wasn’t even the words that did it. It was her tone—genuine, hesitant, touched with guilt and uncertainty… and yet laced with just enough naughtiness to strike the match she knew I was holding between my teeth, ready to set us both on fire.
All I wanted to do was drag her across the seat, pull her into my lap, and kiss the apology right out of her until she forgot what she was apologizing for.
But I didn’t. Not yet. I wanted to see how far she would go to get what she wanted.
The silence between us stretched, weighted and electric.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror. His gaze was locked on the road, posture stiff. But there was something in the controlled set of his shoulders—a stillness too deliberate—that told me he was listening.
I didn’t care.
Isabella noticed too—I knew she did—because her smile deepened, slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine.
Then she leaned back against the cool glass of the window, the SUV’s spacious interior giving her room to move like she owned every inch of it. The motion was unhurried. Calculated. The way a cat stretches before it pounces.
The chilled air from the vents coiled over my skin, sharp and clean, but all I could feel was her heat.
Her fingers—delicate, treacherous—found the edge of her dress. With a languid, unbroken motion, she drew the fabric down, inch by inch, until the upper swell of her breast caught the light, soft skin kissed by the sun.
I crossed my legs, pretending control when every muscle in my body was primed to lunge.
The air grew heavier—thick with leather, her perfume, and the quiet drum of my heartbeat. She wasn’t teasing anymore. This wasn’t a dare. This was an invitation.
“Isabella… what the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be.
Her smile widened, faintly smug, but her eyes held mine like she was reading every thought I wasn’t saying.
“Oh… so you can speak after all,” she murmured.
I swallowed hard. That’s what she’d wanted—me to break first.
“Pull your strap back up,” I told her, my voice sharp enough to sound like an order.
“And if I don’t?” she asked, her voice low, sweet, and daring
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