My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) (22 page)

While everyone was gathered around Sophia and her baby, Isabella curled her finger at me to follow her. I hurried after to her bedroom. She quickly pulled me inside and locked the door. Before I knew what was happening, I was pinned up against the door, and her body was pressed up against me.

She pulled up her dress to reveal she had not worn a thing underneath. I almost came looking at her bare pussy. She winked at me and smiled. “I can’t stand looking at you and not having you.”

“What if your father or brother finds me deflowering you in your bedroom? They’ll beat the shit out of me.” I laughed as my hands grabbed her ass and pulled her up against my cock. I throbbed against her.

“Baby, I’ve been deflowered a long time ago in my bedroom.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, really? I bet you have not had an Ambassador in your room before.”

God, I wanted her. My hands roamed up her ass to her waist and then to her perfect full breasts.

She panted. “I can’t eat if you don’t fuck me first.” My lips devoured her. She smelled so good and tasted even better.

“I have ached for you, Fabrice. I can’t function unless you fuck me now.” She fumbled with my zipper. My cock begged to come out.

“Are you sure we should be doing this here?” The thought of having someone from her family walk in on us was a mood killer. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. I’d never seen her this aggressive. I caressed her bare thighs as I ran my hands up between them. So soft and warm. Then I was inches from her sweet pussy. I was going to make her go insane before I entered her. I could hear the carrying on down the hall with the family laughing. Isabella had my cock out and rubbed it against her pussy lips. Through heavy lidded eyes she looked at me and said. “Fuck me, Fabrice. Please fuck me.” My cock was going to explode before I was inside her. My body was so tight and the blood pulsated through my veins like fire.

“Turn around and bend over,” I whispered. She complied as I ran my hands up under her dress and felt her hard nipples. One swift move and I would be inside her. She stuck her ass out enough for me to push in. My hands grabbed onto to her hips and my cock slid in fast. Holy fuck she was wet. I felt her tremble as I reached around and fingered her clit. One more thrust and she moaned deep inside so no one would hear us. I felt her orgasm as she squeezed tight around me. I blocked out the laughter and commotion outside the door, and thrust one more time. I came hard and quietly closing my eyes and enjoying how she felt wrapped around me. Repeatedly I came into her as she squeezed my cock. When I was done, she pulled her dress down, went to her drawer and put on a pair of panties, kissed me, and waked out of the room with a naughty grin on her face. She didn’t clean up. Now I had to sit through dinner with her family, knowing she was dripping with me. I pulled my pants up and walked down the hall and into the dining area as the praying had begun. I looked at Isabella and she licked her full pink lips, winked at me, and squirmed in her chair. I was nowhere near done with her yet. As soon as I got her home, I had a few surprises for her.

The dinner was wonderful. Once again I was welcomed into this incredible family as if I had not left. I loved looking at my girl and seeing her so happy. My heart hurt to know she was in pain and sad for as long as she was. I looked around the table and inside rejoiced at the wonderful love I had found everyone laughing, joking, and eating as if there was nothing going on outside the four walls. Isabella’s father stood in the kitchen and looked out smiling. He and I needed to discuss what happened, but today was not the time. Today was a day of celebration.

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“Please, Fabrice. Oh God.”

Isabella was tied to my bed post and begging for me to stop teasing her with her own vibrator. Getting on all fours still hurt and put too much pressure on my leg, but the pain was easing with each time we enjoyed this role playing.

I loved watching her pussy get wetter as I slid this vibrating piece of plastic in and out. My cock was on high alert wanting to burrow inside her. I had to hold off as much as I could. Isabella pulled on the restraints, and arching her back. I loved her so much and bringing her to the point of begging was what I longed to do.

“You are wet, so wet, Isabella.”

I stopped and let the vibrator rest on her thigh. She squirmed and groaned. I was playing with her and we both loved this game.

“Fabrice, I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, we aren’t there yet, baby. I just got started.” Oh how I loved this. I was back with a vengeance.

She thrashed around tethered to the bed posts. Her body arched up silently begging for me to take her over the edge. Her breasts bounced with each move as she bucked up straining against the restraints. Fucking this amazing woman was a gift I didn’t deserve.

What I felt, watching her want me was so incredible, almost surreal from where I was a few months ago. I became a different person when she was with me.

I looked down at her and couldn’t help not tasting her dewy skin. I licked and nipped my way up to her neck and back to each nipple which I ravenously sucked on. While I did, I started the heavenly torture of inserting the vibrator inside her again. I was careful not to let the vibrator touch her clit or she would come fast.

“I have never wanted a man as much as I want you. You are my life, Fabrice. I’m complete with you.” I wasn’t expecting that. We were in the throes of all out primal sex, and Isabella decided to get mushy on me. I noticed tears in her eyes as she looked at me. I didn’t speak. I wanted to be inside her and with the skill of the master, I was. I was deep inside heaven without missing a beat. I felt her quiver as I took her slow and gentle. She was still tied up and I turned on the vibrator again pressing it against her anus. With each stroke my eyes bore into her.

She loved the dominance as I turned the vibrator on high and pressed harder. I could feel the vibration as my cock rammed into her. I looked down and watched as she orgasmed again. Her moans were cries of pure ecstasy.

After the both of us came, I untied her, and we snuggled into the darkness of my room and warmth of my bed. I felt tears on my chest. She was my anchor and my soul, and we needed to get married soon.

“Don’t cry, baby. We are in a wonderful place now. A place where we will stay forever. How about you make plans for our wedding again. I love seeing you wearing my ring.” I noticed her wearing the ring the other day, and my heart flipped seeing the diamond on her finger again. That ring helped me through the worst time of my life. Knowing she would wear my ring again kept me from doing myself in.

“They are tears of happiness, Fabrice. I’m so happy.”

“So am I, baby. So am I. Tell me what I have missed since I’ve been away from you. Your sister looks so happy with Ben and the baby.” I was curious to know what was going on in her life since we had been apart. We didn’t get a chance to talk much in the few days we were together.

Sophia, her sister and Ben were expecting again. I think she is going to be a baby making machine. Ben’s Korean family have accepted Sophia and the fact that Ben is married to someone of a different culture. Her brother, Danny was questioned in her ex-boyfriend, Anthony’s death. Anthony didn’t commit suicide as believed earlier, but was murdered. Whoever set the scene, made some big mistakes. They turned the car on, and put the body in there after the body had been dead for a while. They were able to tell the car had a half a tank of gas, and would have run out before Anthony died. They arrested Isabella’s brother. Took him right out of the restaurant one night, and her Dad was about out of his mind. After questioning and interrogating him for hours, someone came forward that Anthony owed money too and confessed he killed him. The guy that murdered Anthony was one of Danny’s friends when they were growing up. Out of loyalty to Isabella’s family, he couldn’t let Danny take the heat.

“That’s horrible. How is Marco?” Marco was Isabella’s younger brother who left the restaurant to travel with his rock band.

“Marco is doing well. He made a second album with his band and met someone he’s in love with. Fabrice you have missed so much. Everyone has missed you and they were so happy to see you. I though Aunt Fina was going sit on your lap. She couldn’t get enough of you.” I loved the fire in her eyes when she talked about her family.

“Next Sunday dinner we will talk about the wedding again and make plans.”

She became silent.

“You still want to marry me, right?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“I’m afraid to make plans, and then something happens again.”

“Nothing is going to happen again. Let’s get married. I don’t care how or where I only want to marry you. The sooner, the better.”

“Fabrice, we shouldn’t announce our wedding again and make a big to-do. Let’s make the wedding small and go to Paris. I want to marry you in Paris.”

Isabella looked up at me and stared into my eyes, waiting for my reply.

“Let’s do this. No big to-do, only the family, and at the vineyard house.

“Really?” I was surprised.

“Let’s make the vineyard better again. The vineyard is perfect. That is our favorite place, and I love to be with you there.

A wedding in Paris at the vineyard. What could be more perfect? A honeymoon somewhere far away with no Romain, Gustan, or anyone else, but the two of us.

“I like that idea. We can erase the bad memories I created.” I glanced at the clock and noticed it was midnight. We had spent four hours in bed. If I wasn’t totally exhausted, I would have stayed right where I was and not go to sleep. She was snuggled in my arms as she drifted off to sleep first. I brushed my thumb across her cheek. She was a delicate rose lying with a thorny bush. How my very existence was so entwined with her. I pulled her tighter to me, and she whimpered. I breathed in her scent and let my body relax knowing she was mine, and we would not be apart again. In the quietness of my room in the dark, she whispered, “I love you with all my heart.”

O
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a cold blustery day in October, Avery was rushed to the hospital. She had fought like hell to keep her heart, but her new heart was rejecting. The medications she took were causing her to have other health problems. She had high blood pressure and diabetes. The increase in medication caused her an infection in her lungs. This infection wasn’t responding to antibiotics, and Avery grew weaker. Isabella and I were woken up that morning by Cherise crying on the phone. Their baby was three months old, and Cherise was beside herself with fear and sadness. We rushed to the hospital to find Avery in ICU.

By the time we arrived at the hospital, she was unconscious, and Isabella became hysterical. The doctors didn’t expect Avery to live through the night. Avery’s family was there, her wife and baby and the two of us. The doctor came out to tell us her organs were failing, and she didn’t have much longer. The sobs turned to screams and I didn’t know how to calm Isabella down. All I could do was hold her while she thrashed and pounded on me. Eventually, she relaxed in my arms and cried quietly until she had no more tears.

“She was going to be my maid of honor, Fabrice. She was so excited about us getting married.” Isabella choked that out as she looked at me with swollen eyes.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I caressed her back and stroked her head. I hated to see her this upset. Her tears tore me to pieces. Remembering the talk Avery and I had the time she came to Paris and how she said she couldn’t fight anymore came into my mind. She was tired, and the drugs were making her sick. I never told Isabella, and I never would.

“I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye or tell her I love her. No, not Avery.” She cried in my arms in the waiting room all night. All of Avery’s family came and when Isabella was around them she hid her grief and calmed down. We stayed at the hospital for the night waiting and remembering the times Avery made us laugh. We sat around her bed and talked to her, hoping she could hear us. The baby had no clue what a remarkable woman her mom was, but I knew how this woman changed everyone’s life she touched. I should have told her how much she meant to me, but I never did. I was too wrapped up in my own stupid problems. I didn’t have the chance to tell her what I needed to say. You always think you have time to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you but you don’t. In an instant, your life could change and what you wish you did or said could not be replayed. I will always remember Avery as the girl who said what was on her mind, made you laugh when that was the last thing you wanted to do, and didn’t have a bad thing to say about anyone. She came from so much, yet her privilege and money didn’t change her. To me, Avery would be in my heart always.