Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Twenty Eight

That thick mane of hair looks like she's been electrocuted. I quirk a brow as she yawns, eyes barely open. "Good sleep, sunshine?"

Isabella shoots me daggers. "Yeah. It was dandy," she snaps back. "Thanks for asking."

She walks across the room to the kitchen where she flicks on the kettle. "Sweet dreams?"

"Yeah," she nods, folding her arms over her chest before leaning on the counter. "I did actually. Very sweet, wet dreams."

I tilt my head at the tone of her voice. "What?"

"What?"

"What do you mean by wet?"

Isabella sighs and draws a mug down from the cupboard. "You said that I couldn't touch myself but it's not my fault I came in my dream. I can't control my dreams can I, Elio?"

My eyes narrow at her. "You came in your dream?"

"Yeah," she sighs dreamily. "It was perfect."

I stand from the sofa and walk towards her. She picks up the kettle. "Put it down," I grumble and she glances over her shoulder at me.

"I want to make a coffee," she states.

My nostrils flare as I take another step towards her. The angle of her neck tilts so she can look up at me. "Put the goddamn kettle down, Isabella."

She places the kettle back down into its holder before turning to me. "I can't help my dreams, Elio. I was turned on, okay? I didn't touch myself before going to sleep and I wasn't going to wake up doing it either."

"Tell me about the dream," I demand. "Right now."

Isabella's cheeks redden. "Right now?"

"Right fucking now, sunshine."

Her throat clears at the same time she straightens her spine. "You fucked me in the ass." She admits simply. "You fucked me in the ass and I came everywhere. Is that what you wanted to hear, Elio?"

God, no. Now I'm thinking about how tight her ass is and seeing my cum leak from it.

"Jesus," I hiss under my breath and turn around.

I thought I'd be able to keep my composure and she'd be the one blushing and acting weird but now I've realised that it's me who's doing that. Who the fuck have I become since meeting this insufferable woman?

Isabella's sigh echoes in my ear as she begins to make her coffee. I grit my jaw, knowing full well if I turn around I'll get the perfect view of her ass. It'll only make me more jealous of her dream. How the hell can I be jealous of a dream? I am actually going insane.

"We need to talk," I say heavily, attempting to change the subject.

"About?"

I finally turn around to face her and drink in the sight of her long tanned legs and midriff on show. "About yesterday. About the notes. I need you to give me as much information as possible so we can figure out who is doing this. I will not rest until they're caught."

She nods slowly. "Alright."

"Go put some clothes on."

"I am wearing clothes."

Smartass. My jaw actually aches from how hard I've been biting down on it. "Do not test me right now, Isabella. Go get dressed."

"A 'please' doesn't go amiss."

I stare at her under my harsh gaze to realise that she's waiting. "Please." I huff despite my own protests.

A pretty smile stretches across those luscious lips. I despise what it does to my chest. The warmth that heats it feels alien because how can a smile affect me? Yet when she looks at me with those big eyes and satisfied expression, it makes me realise that I want to please her as much as she wants to please me.