Beauty & The Biker (11 page)

Chapter 18

Isabella

Grocery shopping proves to be eventful when Cyrus and I run smack dab into Gabriele in line for the check out. Gabe eyes Cyrus and his six-foot-two, muscular, bearded and tattooed frame, next to his five-foot-eight skinny frame.

“This the guy you are seeing?”

“We gonna have a problem?” Cyrus questions towering over him.

“I’m talking to Isa pal.” He steps around Cyrus. “And what’s with you blocking my number? I thought we were going somewhere.”

“Gabe this really isn’t the place,” I interject sensing Cyrus’s patience wearing thin. “I told you I’m with someone let’s just leave it at that. I am sure you will meet the right girl soon.”  I give him a brief hug and continue to pay for my items.  

He pauses by the exit and watches me for a moment but eventually leaves. Cyrus is on his best behavior and loads the bags into the back of his truck for me without going after Gabe, I can see him scanning the lot looking for him. I’m ready to get back and find out what Tristian was talking about. But first I want to run by the Book Nook and make sure Ariala hasn’t run it into the ground already. 

We are on our way to the family business when I get a call from my father. Gabe must have ratted me out. I can’t have Papi knowing about my real deal with Tristian he’ll never stand for it.

“Papi,” I greet cheerfully. “I was getting ready to pop into the store and check in on things.”

“The store is fine Mi hija. The only thing you need to concern yourself with is telling me what you are really doing and why am I hearing you are out and about with a gang member.”

“I already explained this to you Papi.”

“I don’t believe you Isabella. I don’t like this. I am used to the lies from Ariala, but not you.  You’ve always been honest with me Isa, I expect no less than the truth now.”

I’ve never been able to keep things from my father unlike my sisters. I know he is upset with me but he will get over it eventually. “You’re right, I lied. But all you need to know is that I’m fine. I am doing what needs to be done, for all of us. I don’t want for anything but for you to be happy and healthy. I have to go Papi, I’ll call you again soon.”

“Isa, at least tell me where you are staying,” he pleads.

“I love you.” I end the call afraid to give away anything else. “I don’t need to go anywhere else just take me back,” I inform Cyrus.

When we arrive at the mansion there are some floozy looking chicks standing in the entryway. They must be from Tristian’s strip club. But why are they here? Annoyed I brush past them and help Cyrus get the bags into the kitchen.  Eager to talk to Tristian and find out why he thinks I should know him I approach the trio of women and ask if they know where he is. They point me in the direction of the game room.

As I am walking down the hall, I hear his voice saying my name. He says he loves me. How can that be?

I stand in the doorway waiting to hear him say more.

Rain notices me and excuses herself.

I am in shock and don’t know what to say to that. I was
his
and he was
mine
what does that even mean?

“You love me?” I ask unsure of my next move. “You don’t even know me Tristian. You say I should remember you but I don’t know what you mean by any of this? All the games, the hot and cold. Explain.”

“I’ll show you,” he says taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs.

We are standing outside of his bedroom door when we are interrupted by a text.

He pulls his phone up, and his face has grown cold as ice.

His dark eyes narrow on me with anger seeping from his menacing appearance. “Explain this shit to me Isa.”  He shoves his phone into my hand, showing a picture of Gabe hugging me at the store.

“Were you spying on me?” I ask growing angry myself.

“I told you to cut him out of your life,” Tristian snaps, getting in my face, snatching his phone back. “You know what happens when you don’t obey me.”

“He’s a friend and you are being way out of line right now.”  I fold my arms across my chest. “He wanted to know why I was acting so weird. What was I supposed to do, shove him away? He’s part of my sister’s family. I can’t be rude!”

He jerks my hands away from my body and grabs my pussy with possession. “This belongs to me Isa, along with the rest of you. No man should be touching what is mine.”

“I’m not your property Tristian.” My body begs to differ though as I grow wetter with the longer his invasive touch holds me prisoner.

“You belong to me princess, I know it, your body knows it and soon your heart will too,” he promises.

“I belong to no one but myself Tristian,” I lie knowing he owns me, and somehow I get the feeling he always has. “You said you would explain, so get on with it”

“Not that easy Isa, you will earn the answers you seek.”

I gulp. I wonder if this time it will be pleasure or pain he inflicts on me?

**

I’m sitting in my room, completely naked just as I was told. Tristian has had me waiting for him for over an hour. Finally, I hear the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. Even though I am waiting for him I nearly jump out of my skin when he throws my door open, banging it roughly against the wall.

His face seems to have softened now that we have had some time apart. He crosses the room to where I sit by the fireplace. A black velvet box rests in his hands. He sits it on the side table and brushes my hair away from my neck, gathering it in his hands. I sit mindlessly as he braids my hair and secures it with a hair tie.

The last time he did this, I got paddled with my brush. Heat flames in my womb remembering the way it felt when he punished me. I squeeze my thighs together, praying I don’t leave a wet spot on the chair.

“Why are you squirming in your seat Isa?” he asks yanking my head back by the braid.

“My hair was tickling my back,” I lie, not wanting to admit I am anxious for him to touch me.

“Mhmmm,” is all he says in response taking the box from the table.

“Close your eyes,” he instructs. “No peeking.” He really has a hard on for control.

I do as I am told, the anticipation of what is to come is enough to kill a person.

Tristian’s lips brush against my neck. “You always said you wanted to have a necklace like your grandmother’s,” he whispers into my ear.

Something cool and weighted touches my skin around my neck, but quickly begins to warm. Instantly, I reach up to touch a pearl necklace. I know it’s real by the way the pearls feel. My grandma used to wear a pearl necklace, she always said it was the only thing of worth my grandpa had ever given her other than her children of course. Wait...where did that come from. I’ve never recollected anything about my grandma, but I can hear her voice, and see her face in my head so clearly.

Her hair was dark brown, streaked with grey and she wore it in a tight bun. And her pearl necklace, I can see it vividly resting around her neck, she never took it off. So peculiar.

“Do you remember anything Isa?”

“Yes,” I answer shocked as I can remember driving up to the mansion in a loud car. Closing my eyes, I strain hard to see more but I can’t.

“Do you want to remember more?” He asks as he kisses down my neck, running his hands over my heavy breasts.

“Please.”

“Good girl.” He stands taking my hands in his, bringing me up from the chair.

“You came here before with your grandma Iris. She worked for my family for many years. Can you remember coming here with her?”

“I’m trying Tristian,” I answer leaning in to kiss him.

“Not good enough,” he responds turning away from me.”

“Tristian, please, don’t be cruel.”

“You want to talk about cruel Isa. My father made me crawl to him, dragging my useless legs behind me for my dinner.” My heart sinks. How could a father do that to his child? “I want you to crawl to me wearing the pearls, and only the pearls.” He drops my hands going to the doorway.

“And if I refuse.” I smile deviously.

“You. Will. Do. It. Because. You. Are. Mine.” He stresses each word gritting his teeth.

I do as he wants, going down on all fours. “Like this Tristian?” I ask peering up from under my lashes at him.

His eyes smolder with lust.

“Just like that princess, crawl to me.”

The stone floor is rough, uneven and cold under my knees. The short distance to where he is standing is agonizing as my skin begins to break open.

Tristian watches me, the hunger of his desire warms me and urges me forward.

I no longer only want him, I need him. Whatever this is that we are doing, I crave it. The power he has over me, I can no longer fight it. I surrender to Tristian and give in to my feelings completely.

I can’t get to him fast enough. I reach his feet and he leans down grabbing the pearls in his hand and pulling me to my feet.

“I don’t ever want to see you in any other man’s arms. You get me?”

“I get you,” I choke out, dying to kiss him.

Sharing my need, he lets go of the pearls and brings his mouth to mine. Kissing him is like discovering heaven on earth. I can’t even imagine what sex with him would be like. But I want to find out.

Chapter 19

Tristian

Isa seemed to have a moment of recognition with the pearls, but she doesn’t understand the depths of what she has forgotten. I hope when she learns the truth of the lengths I have gone to for her, she can accept it all.

My mind flashes to the night my father died. I made sure Courtney watched me leave just as she did for the night. I drove to the club and made an appearance making sure everyone saw me go into my office, but that they also never saw me leave.

Two hours later I arrive back home to find my father foaming at the mouth, lying in a pool of his own vomit and excrements. He found me sick like this once after I had my first treatments. I was so sick and couldn’t get to the bathroom. He told me if I was his real son I wouldn’t be sick and need help from anyone.

I stand over him now as he stares up at me, pleading for help with his deep blue pools of evil. I hold my boot on his chest as he struggles to survive. His fingernails scratch at my boots and tug at my jeans.

Squatting down next to him as he gurgles, gasping for a breath, I get close to his ear. “If you were any kind of real husband and father, you wouldn’t need help.”

He makes a muted choking sound.

“What’s that I can‘t fucking hear you,” I taunt as what little fight he had begins to fade away. “Remember all the nights I laid in pain and you denied me my mother, you forbid her to come to me. You would beat her if she tried. I was weak then, but I’m not that boy anymore. You
hear
me, I’m
not
weak!”

He doesn’t move and I no longer hear the gurgling sound coming from his throat.

“I’ll see you in hell, Angelo. This is for my mother and this is for Isabella, you’ll never have her.”

Anger courses through me reliving the moment he died.

Isa tenses under my tightened hold on her.

I have her naked body pressed against the door of my room, prolonging showing her how deep my obsession and passion runs. Her arms are pinned above her head as the pearls dip between her breasts.

“Princess, there are so many things I want to do to you and with you, but I need you to remember.”

“I’m trying Tristian.”

I shove my knee between her thighs and grit in her ear, “then try harder.”

Her arms circle around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist.

I don’t know if I can wait. I need inside her.
Now
!

Pulling her away from the door, I open it and carry her inside to my bed.

Stunning is the one word I would use to describe Isa naked on my bed ready to give what is mine to take. She smiles up at me so eager to please. She watches hungrily as I strip away my clothing leaving nothing to her imagination any longer. She lays back with sex kitten eyes ready to pounce on me at any moment.

“You said you wanted to look at me, so here I am princess, come look all you like.”  I pull her from the bed by her strand of pearls. 

Isa slides down to her knees starting at my feet, her fingers trace and trail over the veins tattooed leading up my legs. Her hands brush over my cock, teasing me with the slight of her touch. It would be so easy to grab the back of her head and shove my growing erection in her virgin mouth.

She begins to raise up. Her hands never leaving me nor her eyes as she studies my ink. I tilt her chin up with the pad of my thumb and press my lips to hers, never wanting her to break free from my hold.

She has other ideas as she rubs her hands over my shoulders moving to my back to explore me further. Her bare breasts press against my back, her nipples hard and ready for attention.  Her soft lips press against my neck and trail slowly down my back until she reaches my ass. She bites the top of my cheek, hard, grazing me with her teeth, then sucking my firm skin into her mouth.

Her arm snakes between my legs, coming up and cupping my package. She massages gently. “You say I belong to you. Well Tristian this is me telling you that you belong to me now.” She tugs on my length roughly and I let out a hiss in appreciation.

Her hand drops and she runs her hands down my calves and back up my body until she reaches my shoulders, rubbing down my chest as she comes to face me.

“You done looking princess?”

She grins. Growing bold Isa grabs my jaw as I have hers in the past and squeezes. “I’ll let you know when I am finished Tris. Be a good pet and I will treat you right,” she teases using my own words against me.

I grab her wrists, bringing her hands down, resting over my cock. “That’s real cute Isa, but you are finished.”

Dropping her hands, I claim that smart mouth, kissing her so fucking deep.  My hands snake around to her ass and grab on tight, backing her up until she falls onto the bed. I don’t give her time to catch her breath before I am on her, blanketing her body with mine.

My cock is throbbing ready to feel her clenching me tight, holding me hostage deep inside her walls.

Our hands are roaming and exploring as we get tangled up in each other. Her skin is soft and silky much like my own. I never had much body hair to begin with but I keep my body smooth for my tattoos.

Isa slides down underneath me, wiggling closer to my dick. Her hips buck against me and the head of my cock kisses her pussy lips.
Fuck
, she might be the death of me yet.

She stills at the sensation of the connection shared between us. The heat of our desire is evident as her body slides against mine, both of us slick with sweat as we continue to grind, lick, kiss, and suck on each other.

Pressing my knee between her legs, I tell her, “spread wide for me Isa.”

Her knees part and I hook my arms under them and bury my head between her thighs. Running my nose along the curve of her pussy lips I inhale her intoxicating scent. She is so aroused and ready for me to make us one.  I suck her clit into my mouth and her legs thrash. Isa scratches her nails down my back, moaning and breathing raggedly.

I add my fingers to the foreplay, penetrating her tight cunt deep and she gasps, arching her back.

“My princess, has such a tasty pussy, so fucking sweet,” I tell her sweeping my tongue over her sensitive spot. I lick her from front to back repeating the motion as my thick fingers work in and out of her velvety center.

Her legs kick, her arms rub up and down her torso in ecstasy. “Oh God Tristian. I can’t. The pressure is building inside me,” she pleads trying to wiggle away from me, but loving the feeling too much to fight against me.

“Isa, are you close?” I ask knowing she is straddling the edge.

Her knees squeeze against me. Her body trembles and shakes as her orgasm rolls through her and coats my fingers.

I grin up at her and slide my fingers out from her slick heat and shove them in her mouth.

“See how sweet you taste Isabella, fucking perfection. Like a damn sugar high. Motherfucking euphoric.”

She groans sucking her taste from my fingers.

“Wow,” she breathes out after I pull my fingers out of her mouth and lie next to her. “Can we do that again?” She giggles hiding her face in the crook of my arm.

“Fuck princess, that is just the preview.” I stroke her arm with my fingers as she snuggles against my side, laying her head against my chest, fitting against me perfectly.

“Are you ready to learn the truth Isa? Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?”

“Tristian I’ve been ready to be yours since you walked into the bookstore and shook my world up.”