Page 19 of My Horrible Arranged Marriage (Bancroft Billionaire Brothers #20)

MINA

“ W here are we going?” I asked.

“Your room.”

“My room?”

He looked at me. That dark hunger made it pretty clear what he was talking about.

This was the same man that had gotten me all hot and bothered and then sent me on my way without giving me the satisfaction I craved.

I had the female version of blue balls. Did he? Or was he getting it with someone else?

My eyes traveled to the staircase that would lead to my room.

“Question first,” I said.

He cocked an eyebrow and then grinned and patted his upper chest. “Got it covered.”

I frowned. “Got what covered?”

He leaned in close. “Protection.”

Did that mean he came here tonight with the expectation of having sex with me or was he thinking there would be someone else?

“That wasn’t my question.”

“Okay, what?”

“Have you, well, have you been getting it from someone else after you send me away?”

He looked surprised. “What? No. Why would you think that?”

“Because you’ve pushed us right up to the point of, you know, and then you just stopped. I know who you are, Isaac. I know you’re not the type to deny yourself the pleasure of a woman. Are you saying you haven’t gotten worked up with me and then found someone else to finish the job?”

A smile played on his lips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Baby, I’m so hot for you and you alone. No woman has touched me since I met you in the restaurant. I want you. Just you.”

My breath hitched at his words, the heat of his confession sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel him looking at me, dark and intense, and it made my knees weak. Without another word, I grabbed his hand and led him toward the staircase, my heart pounding in my chest.

The house was quiet as we climbed the stairs, the distant hum of the party fading behind us.

My fingers tightened around his as we reached the top.

I glanced over my shoulder to see him watching me with that same hungry look that had been driving me crazy all night.

I didn’t say anything—I couldn’t—but I didn’t need to.

The way he looked at me told me everything I needed to know.

I pushed open the door to my suite, stepping inside and pulling him with me.

The soft glow of the LED candles that were set on a timer cast shadows around the sitting area.

I turned to face him. My back pressed against the door and it clicked shut behind us.

His hands found my waist immediately, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

“Mina,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed against mine. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

“If you tease me again, Bancroft…”

His mouth was on mine, hot and insistent, stealing any coherent thought I might have had.

His kiss was demanding but not rushed, like he was savoring every second of it.

My hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms. His body pinned me to the door, his hands holding my face to keep me right where he wanted me to be.

Isaac’s lips trailed down my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. My body was on fire, every sense alive with the desire he evoked in me. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, a promise of what was to come.

Without breaking the kiss, I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

He groaned deep in his throat, encouraging me to explore further.

Pushing his shirt up, I ran my nails lightly over his abdomen and chest, loving the way he shuddered under my touch.

His hand reached around and unzipped my dress.

It dropped around my hips before he pushed it lower and let it fall to the floor, revealing the lacy purple bra and panties I wore underneath.

He smirked when he saw my purple underwear. “Guess we really had a color theme going.”

“Let’s see if you’re wearing purple underwear,” I replied.

His grin widened as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “I might surprise you.”

I watched, transfixed, as he revealed himself inch by tantalizing inch.

When his shirt fell to the floor, I couldn’t help but stare.

His chest was sculpted perfection, all hard planes and defined muscles that made my fingers itch to touch him.

I flashed back to the pool on his roof. It made my mouth dry with want.

He unbuckled his belt slowly, teasing me with each deliberate movement.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

“Can you blame me?” I whispered, not even trying to hide my appreciation.

When he finally pushed his pants down, I laughed. His boxer briefs were indeed purple—a deep, royal shade that matched the theme of the night perfectly.

“You planned this,” I accused, stepping closer to run my fingers along the waistband.

“Maybe,” he admitted with a smirk. “Or maybe fate just wants us to match.”

I rolled my eyes, but my amusement quickly faded as his hands found my waist again, pulling me flush against him. The feel of skin against skin sent electricity coursing through me. His mouth captured mine in another searing kiss.

He reached around me, unclasping my bra before pushing it off my shoulders and cupping both my breasts, teasing the insanely hard tips with his thumbs.

“Yes,” I moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging gently. My legs shook with anticipation as he slid his hand under my panties.

His fingers found me slick and ready, sliding through my folds with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile. I gasped, my head falling back against the door as he worked me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Bed,” I panted, tugging at his waistband. “Now.”

Isaac didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted me with ease.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me toward the bedroom.

The feel of his hands gripping my thighs sent waves of heat through my body.

He laid me down on the plush comforter. His body covered mine as his mouth returned to my breast. I arched into him, desperate for more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, trailing kisses down my stomach. “I’ve thought about this since the moment I saw you.”

His fingers hooked into my panties, dragging them down my legs with torturous slowness. I watched his face as he took me in, his eyes darkening with hunger. He settled between my thighs, his breath hot against my core.

“Isaac,” I whispered, half plea, half warning.

He slid his tongue down my chest, moving between my breasts and down to my belly. He smirked up at me before lowering his mouth to kiss me. The first touch of his tongue made me cry out, my back arching off the bed.

He knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between long, languid strokes and focused attention that had me gripping the sheets. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he was giving me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him in place.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me spread open for him as he worked me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my body coiling tighter with each expert swipe of his tongue.

When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, I shattered. My release hit me hard, washing over me in waves that left me trembling and breathless. Isaac didn’t let up, drawing out my pleasure until I was pushing him away, too sensitive to take any more.

He crawled up my body, his lips glistening as he smiled down at me. “Worth the wait?”

“You’re not finished yet.” I pulled him down to my mouth.

His hard cock rubbed against that sensitive part of me through his purple boxers. He groaned before pulling away and rolling off the bed.

“Oh hell no,” I growled. “You are not going to do that and walk away. I swear, I will tackle you and?—”

He was looking at me with a cocky smile. Very cocky. In every meaning of the word. My eyes couldn’t ignore that body part now jutting out and practically waving to me as he stripped off his boxers.

“Relax, you greedy woman. I’m getting the condom.”

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Damn. I just got you off and you don’t think that was enough.”

“I told you you’re not done,” I said, watching as he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a condom. “Not even close.”

His eyes darkened as he tore open the packet. “Good, because I’ve barely started.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching shamelessly as he rolled the condom on. The sight of him—fully naked, aroused, and looking at me like I was his next meal—sent another wave of desire through me. He climbed back onto the bed, hovering over me with his weight on his forearms.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

I reached between us, guiding him to my entrance. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He pushed inside me slowly, both of us groaning as he filled me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper until he was fully seated within me. For a moment, neither of us moved, our bodies adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.

“God, Mina,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel incredible.”

I rocked my hips, silently begging him to move. He took the hint, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, setting a rhythm that had me gasping with each stroke. His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze making it feel like more than just sex.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured against my neck, his lips trailing fire across my skin. “So perfect.”

I dug my nails into his back, urging him deeper, harder. He responded with a growl, picking up the pace until the headboard was hitting the wall with each powerful thrust. The sound of our skin meeting, our heavy breathing, and occasional moans filled the room.

“Isaac,” I gasped as he hit a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

He grinned against my neck, angling his hips to hit that same spot over and over. I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. His movements became more urgent, less controlled, and I knew he was close too.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His words were naughty and demanding and exactly what I wanted to hear.

I cried out as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body tightening around him in a way that made him groan deep in his chest. He thrust into me once, twice more, before his own release followed, his body shuddering.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and we stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies still connected as we came down from the high.

Isaac finally pulled away, rolling onto his back beside me. I turned my head to look at him, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. He caught my gaze and grinned, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face.

“Worth the wait?” he asked again, his voice teasing but soft.

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. “Definitely worth the wait.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. “Think anyone noticed we’re not in there.”

I sighed. “Maybe.”

“Do we have to go back?”

I thought about it, but I already knew the answer. “I think we do.”

“Bummer.”