*Isabella's POV*
But my rest was short-lived. Before I could even catch my breath, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off Jacob's spent body. Damien. He pulled me back against his hard chest, his breath hot against my ear. He had been watching the whole time, his patience a terrifying, thrilling thing.
He guided me until I was straddling him, my chest against his. He was already condomized and ready. With one hand on my hip and the other gripping my ass, he slammed me down onto his dick.
There was nothing gentle about it. It was a rough, punishing stroke that stole the air from my lungs and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
He set a brutal, pounding pace, using his grip on my body to lift me up and slam me back down, over and over again. It was raw, primal, and so fucking intense I saw stars. My body, already sensitive from my first orgasm, was quickly hurtling towards another one. I could feel it building, a tight, coiling spring deep inside me.
"Damien... please," I begged, my voice a broken sob. "I'm so close..."
"Not yet," he grunted in my ear, his voice a low, dominant growl. He slowed his pace just enough to keep me riding on the edge, a torturous, exquisite denial that made me want to scream. "You cum when I say you cum."
He continued his relentless assault, his control absolute. He was pushing me, testing my limits, owning my pleasure.
"No... Damien, I can't..." I sobbed, my body already overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain.
"Yes, you can," he growled in my ear, his voice a dark, dominant command. "But not until I say so." He was edging me, pushing me right to the brink of that dizzying cliff only to pull me back with a slight shift of his hips or a pause in his movements. He was in complete control, and I was completely at his mercy. My head fell back against his shoulder, my body a quivering mess of need and frustration.
"Please, Damien," I begged, my voice a broken whisper. "Please, let me cum."
"Tell me you're ours," he demanded, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic.
"I'm yours! I'm fucking yours!" I screamed.
"Now, Isabella," he commanded, his voice a low, husky rasp. "Cum for me now."
His permission was the final trigger. My body exploded in a white-hot orgasm that was so intense it was almost painful. My vision went white, and my pussy convulsed around his dick as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me a completely and utterly wrecked mess in his arms.
After several minutes of just panting, a tangle of limbs and heaving chests, I lay squished between them. My body was coming down from a long-overdue orgasm high, a blissful, boneless mess. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a primal perfume that felt more honest than any expensive fragrance.
"I admit I had my worries," Damien began, his voice a low rumble against my hair, his arm a heavy, comforting weight across my stomach.
"I sure as hell didn't," Jacob cut in from my other side, his voice a smug murmur. "I knew this little Minx could handle us both."
"She sure can," Damien agreed, a rare, genuine smile in his voice.
"I love you both," I said, the words tumbling out, thick with an emotion so overwhelming it felt like it might crush my chest. It was the simplest, most true thing I had ever said.
"And we love you, Isabella," Damien said, his voice firm and absolute.
"You're our dream girl," Jacob whispered, his breath warm against my neck. He tightened his arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss, a slow, deep, and thoroughly possessive kiss that tasted of champagne and a future I was suddenly desperate to live.
Hours later, we found ourselves submerged in the steaming, bubbling water of the hot tub on the patio, the city lights twinkling below us like a fallen constellation. We were drinking champagne straight from the bottle, passing it between us, a lazy, comfortable silence having settled over our little trio.
"To new beginnings," I said, raising my glass in a toast, my heart feeling so full it might actually burst.
"To us," Jacob corrected, his eyes dark and serious in the dim light. He clinked his glass against mine, the sound clear and sharp.
"To us," we all said in unison, the words a shared promise, a new foundation built from the ashes of our past. And as I looked from one to the other, I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that this was exactly where I was meant to be.
*Three years later*
We had grown so fucking much over the years. The chaotic, desperate energy of our past had settled into a comfortable, powerful rhythm. I had my Master's in Business Administration, a framed diploma that still felt like a dream. I'd gotten my job back at Lancaster Corp, and I hadn't just slotted back in; I'd worked my ass off, clawing my way up to Chief Accountant.
I guess Charlotte was right after all; I'd be her boss soon—I was already one promotion away. She was amazing, so supportive, helping me adjust to the new role and the weight of it, never once making me feel like the young woman who used to bring the boss coffee.
Today, I was in the office with Damien, going over quarterly reports, the easy silence between us a testament to how far we'd come, when the door swung open.
"Mr CEO, Ms Chief Accountant," Jacob greeted, his voice a cheerful, familiar boom that broke the professional calm. He strode in, looking every bit the part of a successful businessman, but with a mischievous glint in his eye that was all his own. He walked right behind the desk, not giving a damn about profession, and pulled me into a deep, lingering kiss.
"Soon to be Ms. CFO," Damien said, a smirk playing on his lips as I pulled back from Jacob and turned to him, rolling my eyes.
"That's not going to happen, and you know why," I said, my tone firm but playful. "I'm not going to accept the position with your father still on the board." Some things were non-negotiable.
"Jacob, did you see how she rolled her eyes at her boss?" Damien said, a fake-serious tone in his voice.
"I think some punishment is due," Jacob said, his eyes darkening with a suggestive heat that made me giggle.
"Have you guys opened Isabella's new office?" Jacob asked, changing the subject with a casual grace.
"Not yet," Damien said, his smirk widening. "Ms. Chief Accountant here is too professional for her own good."
"Okay, no more flirting," I said, waving a hand at them both. "We need to talk about something." Jacob's playful expression vanished, replaced by a sudden, serious gravity that made my stomach clench. He let out a long, heavy sigh.
"I want you to accept my resignation," Jacob said.
The words hung in the air, heavy and wrong. Both Damien and I looked at him in absolute, fucking shock.