His Ruthless Desire

Chapter 1

Isabella's POV

Kissing, soft and slow at first, then it got faster. His lips were all over mine, his hands on my body, pulling me closer. I could feel his breath on my neck as he kissed me harder, deeper. I felt like I was melting in his arms. He kissed me like no one else had ever kissed me before. I wanted him. More than anything, I wanted him.

"I love you!" I whisperrd in his ear and he let out a small smile.

"Tonight,I'll show you that I'm a man, I'll make you scream my name, are you ready?" He asked and I let out a grin.

Touching his abs with my teeth biting my lips seductively "I'll wait for that," I said and without wasting time he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. We didn't even need to say anything. Everything felt so natural, so real. He started touching me, and I moaned without thinking.

Gently his hands touched my and cupped my breast, his lips slowly on them, heigh made me moan slowly, gripping the bed sheet.

I could feel my wetness under.

I was lost in him. The world around us didn't matter. It was just him and me. I'd never felt anything like this before, not even with anyone else. He was the only man I had ever loved, and it felt right.

My mom and dad, they were never there for me. I grew up alone. They were rich, but that didn't matter. They'd abandoned me and Ashley, my little sister. I'd left her with the house cleaner. I told her I wouldn't be back tonight. I needed this, this escape, this comfort.

I moaned harder as he kissed me, his fingers moving in a way that made me lose my mind. It was like everything I had been holding inside for so long was finally being let go.

After a while, I could feel something in me, his fingers were there, going in and out, making me moan, and immediately I let out a juice, which he licked off.

"So sweet." He whispered

"Fuck me!" I begged, my voice low.

And without wasting time, he removed his cock. I had always seen it, but each time I saw it, I was always amazed at the massive size.

He was so perfect, God made him well.

Slowly he positioned it in my entrance and I gasped, waiting for him, and immediately he forced himself in, making me moan, he filled me with juice. We had always done it raw, cause he liked it that way. After the sex I'd take some drugs to afford any pregnancy.

"Go faster!" I said, with a low voice.

And he started thrusting faster, making me unable to close my mouth.

After thrusting for a while he got tired and lay on the bed, breathing heavily, and I took over. I straddled him, and started riding him. It felt incredible. I sucked him like I knew he wanted, and I could tell he liked it. His grip on me tightened as I moved faster.

"Hope you enjoyed it," I said, my voice breathless. "Do you love me?"

He nodded, but it didn't feel right. His response wasn't as strong as I expected, not like I wanted. Something about it didn't sit right with me. But before I could think too much about it, he fell asleep beside me.

I stared at his handsome face, wondering what he was really thinking. Why did he love me? Did he love me? Or was this all just something to pass the time?

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but then I heard something. A voice. It was faint at first, but then clearer.

I got up, creeping toward the sound. I didn't know what I expected, but I didn't expect this.

I stood at the door, my hand on the doorknob, listening.