Scarred Beauty (11 page)

In a short time, his life had become
complicated, and he had no way of bringing it back.

Chapter Thirteen

About a week later, Noelle knew she couldn’t put
it off anymore. Her funds were dismal, and she still had to pay her part of the
bills. Water, gas, and food. Her part of the rent was paid up for the year.
However, she hadn’t sold another painting, and short of getting a job she
couldn’t keep up his payments.

She waited for him still in her coat. Her scarf
and gloves she’d removed. The heat of the room made her feel uncomfortable.
When his knock at the door came she called out that it was open.

He stared at her as he closed the door. “What’s
the matter?” he asked as he came to rest on the bed at her side.

“Nothing,” she said staring at the floor. Their
time together would be coming to a close. The money she deposited into the bank
could no longer happen. Until she sold another painting, she was broke.

“You look sad today. I hate seeing you like
this.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. The passion she felt
from the touch made her want so much more. Instead of grasping his head and
pulling him closer, she raised her hands and pushed him away. Thinking about
the money made her realise she was paying a man to want her. What she felt for
him no longer mattered. He would only feel something for her while she kept
paying him.

“Why did you pull away from me?” he asked.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what? Don’t you like spending time with
me?”

“I love spending time with you, but I can’t
afford it anymore.” The tears she’d fought so long came rushing forward. She
stood away from the bed going to the nearest corner.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I can’t afford you anymore. I’m broke.” She
sobbed as she thought of their time together. In the small time they’d been
together she could forget she’d been paying him to care. She gasped as he moved
behind her, his hands going to her shoulder.

“I don’t come here for the money,” he whispered
against her ear.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why? It’s the truth. I don’t want the money.
Keep it. I come because I love spending time with you.”
 

“How do you expect our visits to continue? I
can’t keep doing this, Isaac,” she said.

“Take your coat off,” he said as he removed his
own. Noelle didn’t see the point of arguing and took her coat off. “Now, what
the hell is wrong with you?”

“Why are we continuing on with this? What do you
want? Are you happy being with me?” She found herself begging.

Seeing him and knowing she couldn’t be with him
much longer upset her. Isaac was an escort and probably had loads of women. Why
would he ever care about her?

“I can’t do this,” she said, picked her coat up
and went to the door. She had to get out in the cold. She had to calm down her
nerves.

“Stop.” Noelle opened the door and yelped as his
hand came past her head and closed the door. She yanked on the door to try to
open it, but he held on refusing to let her go. “I’m not letting you go, Elle.”

She cried out in frustration. He pressed his
body against her back.

“Turn around.”

Noelle closed her eyes and then turned around.
She kept her eyes closed. She couldn’t bear to look at him at the moment.

“Look at me. I want to see those big beautiful
eyes.” She shook her head. “Do it for me, Elle.”

His voice was hypnotising her. With a final sigh
of frustration, she opened her eyes and stared at him. He stood close to her.
His lips so close to touch. He rubbed her scar and cupped her face, his lower
body pressing against her.

Where she thought she might be falling in love
with him, looking at him and responding to him the way she was, Noelle knew
she’d already fallen. What hurt her the most was the fact she had no claim to
him. Isaac wasn’t hers and could never be. She could not offer him any real
life as she didn’t have a great one.

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Isaac had no idea what was going on inside her
head. She looked so distressed. He wanted to ease her pain, but he didn’t know
what was wrong. The money meant shit to him. Hearing her words made him realise
the potential damage he and Brad could have done. He would find some way of
transferring the funds back into her account.

He had only just found her. There was no way he
would be giving up his chance of being with her. “Tell me what you want. I’ll
give you anything.” He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her tear
filled eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Isaac knew she was lying.

“Look at me. You promised me total honesty. Now
is not the time to lie to me. Tell me what you want.”

More tears fell from her eyes. He knew the
kissing wouldn’t last. Being together but not being together had hurt them more
than he could have imagined.

She opened and closed her mouth several times,
not saying any words.

“I want to be wanted,” she said. “I want to know
what it feels like to have a man who wants to be with me.”

Isaac heard her words and felt sick. Hadn’t he
been trying to show her how much he wanted her? He was a sick bastard for the
things he wanted to do to her, be with her. She made him feel as if he could be
alive once more.

Staring into her eyes, he made a split-second
decision. Grabbing her hand, he pressed her against the hard length of his cock
through the fabric of his trousers. “Do you feel that? That is how much I want
you. I fucking ache to be inside you. I know you’re a virgin, but I want to be
the first one to ever open those sweet thighs and taste you. Elle, I leave
here, and all I want to do is be with you put you on the bed, spread you open
and take you, hard, fast and slow. I want you any way I can get you.”

Fuelled by pure need, he tore the pants from his
body until he stood with his shaft out for her to touch. He opened her hands
and curled them around his length. Every action he did with speed so he
wouldn’t stop.

“Feel that? Feel how much I want you?”

Her mouth was slightly open as if amazed by what
he’d done.

“You want me?” she asked.

In answer, he slammed his lips down on hers and
showed her the true meaning of want. Isaac gave her everything.

Wrapping his hand in the length of her dark red
hair, he spun it in his fist. Pulling her head back, he plundered her mouth
taking everything she had to offer. He unleashed the beast inside him. For the
first time he knew what it felt like to need to possess a woman, to have her as
his own. The thought of any other man having her sent him into a rage. He was
the only man who could touch her. No other. Her body, heart, and soul would
belong to him and him alone.
 

God help him, he wanted to be the one to fuck
her. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she orgasmed.

He moved her hand away as he begun to unbutton
her blouse. She stood frozen, her lips responding. Isaac showed her what it
felt like to be needed. Tonight, he would make her his.

Her hands curled into his hair. She pressed her
body against his. Isaac pushed her away slightly without stopping the kiss. He
pushed her shirt from her body and followed it with her bra. He pulled away to
stare down at her body.

“Do you see how much I want you?” he asked.

She nodded. Her face flushed.

“Are you going to want me to pay for it?”

Her question cut him deep. Tightening his grip
in her hair, he forced her to look at him. Her eyes filled with more tears
after she spoke the question.

“There will be no money passed between us. I
never took the damn money. You can have it. I want you, Elle. I always wanted
to be with you. The money was only an excuse.” He finally admitted the truth to
her.

“Why?”

“Because you give me a reason to look forward to
my day. Before I met you I was falling into a black hole. You’re the only
salvation I have.”

“I’ve not been the same since I met you. I think
I love you, Isaac.”

Hearing those words made his chest ache. He
wanted to say them back, but something held them in.

“You’re something special,” he said before
taking her lips once again. No more words needed to be spoken. Her naked chest
pressed against his, the hard nipples poking at him. He kept one hand bound in
her hair as the other thumbed her red, swollen buds. She melted against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Isaac
pressed her to the wall. He loosened his hold on her hair and watched as it
fell around her face. The colour was wrong from the picture Brad showed her. He
wanted to see her natural beauty displayed for him. His gaze moved to her
breasts. The glorious round mounds filled his hands to perfection. They were
pert. He bent his head and took one nipple inside his mouth. She cried out,
thrusting her tit inside his mouth. He cupped the other and thumbed the nipple.

She screamed as he bit her nipple. His cock was
on fire with the need to be inside her.

Pulling away, he bent down and removed the skirt
from her body. Her legs were thick and curvy. He smiled placing his hands on
her and feeling the soft, supple strength of her body. Thin women no longer did
it for him.

From his position on the floor, he could scent
her arousal. Taking hold of her panties, he removed them. They were wet with
her arousal. Standing up, he looked into her drooping eyes and pressed his hand
between her thighs. Her cream coated his fingers as he slid them through her
slit.

She gripped his arms, her eyes opening wide with
shock.

“You want me, baby.”

“I don’t know.”

He moved his hand away from her dripping pussy
and showed her his glistening fingers.

“This is the proof that you want me.” Isaac
sucked his digits into his mouth, tasting heaven. Her cream was addictive. He
pressed his finger between her thighs, grazing her clit with short sharp
flicks.

Her legs pressed together stopping him from touching
her openly.

“In this room, you’re mine, Elle.”

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt
anything like this before.” He saw the panic in her eyes and knew he had to
slow down or risk losing her forever.

Leaving his hand on her clit, he stopped moving.
She relaxed against him.

“Look at me,” he said.

She bit her lip, the action sending a jolt to
his cock. He wanted those full lips wrapped around his cock.

“I want you to be clear about what’s going to
happen,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“When I take you, and I will, you’re going to be
mine. No other man will be allowed to touch you. Do you understand what I
mean?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Don’t think, know what I want, Elle. I’m a
demanding lover, and I’m going to want everything from you. And more. I will
want you to give me everything you possess. I want to know what turns you on
and makes you click.”

“But this is an arrangement. You’re getting
money for this.”

“No, I’m not. When I take you, it will make you
mine.”

“But what about your other women?”

“Since I met you there haven’t been any other
women for me. I want you. Only you.”

Tears formed in her eyes. “Really?”

“I swear you’re the only woman in my life.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed
her body against him. “I’m yours, Isaac. Everything you want. I’ll give you
it.”

He knew he was a bastard for demanding it of
her. She didn’t know him really. She knew what he wanted her to see. The real
Isaac wouldn’t care about what she wanted. He would have found some way to get
her.

Picking her up in his arms, he felt the weight
of her. A protective instinct overcame him. He wanted to be the one to make
sure she was always taken care of.

Isaac laid her in the centre of the bed. He
wanted to take her to his place, but to do so could ruin what she felt for him.

He took off his watch and the remaining bits of
clothing he had on. When he took her he wanted nothing to separate them. Not
clothing or condoms. Skin to skin. He knew he ran the risk of getting her
pregnant by not using a condom, but he’d run a check on her.

It was another thing he hated about himself.
While she remained in the dark about him, he knew almost everything there was
to know about her.

He grabbed her hand and bought it to his lips.
He kissed each of her fingers, then her knuckles, then laid a fleeting kiss in
her palm. Placing her hand above her head, he took her lips, plunging his
tongue inside her mouth and coaxing a response from her.

The pleasure from her response shook him to the
core. Elle would be his first virgin. He’d taken many women to bed. All of the
women he’d taken were experienced in sex and fucking. With Elle, he was the
teacher.