Free The Muscle Part Two by Michelle St. James Page A

her wetness a few times for good measure. It had the desired effect, and she moaned, pressing back into him like she wanted to push onto him.
    He chuckled. “My Isabel is naughty and nice,” he said. “I like it. I like you when you’re nice. And I like you just as much when you’re naughty.”
    She spread her legs wider in answer, and then he couldn’t wait any longer. Her body was made for him, and he grabbed ahold of her hips and drove into her in one motion, then dragged his cock through her heat and plunged into her again. There was no softness to it this time. She didn’t want softness. He could sense it in the way she pushed back on him, meeting him thrust for thrust, slapping against his body until his cock was embedded all the way inside her. She was crying out with little moans, moving faster, setting the pace, her pussy getting wetter and tighter as he pounded her, made her his in a way she’d never been before as she showed him who she really was under all the shame she’d been swallowing for far too long.
    “Tell me, baby,” he gasped, his own orgasm within reach. “Tell me what you want.”
    “I want you to fuck me, Luca. And I don’t want you to stop until I come.”
    The words made him drive harder, and he held tighter to her hips. “I’m not stopping until we both come, Isabel. But you first.”
    He reached around her body and found her clit with his finger, slowing down just a little as he circled it with his thumb. He pushed into her in rhythm with his finger, their bodies slick with sweat, and a moment later she came apart in his hands, crying out into the room, her pussy clenching around him, tipping him over the edge until he was pouring himself into her, thrusting until she’d milked him of every drop.
    When they were done, she collapsed on the bed, and he fell next to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
    “What was that?” she finally asked, her voice muffled by the bed.
    “That was you wanting what you want,” he said. “And not being afraid to ask for it. And damned if I didn’t love every minute of it.”

13
    I sabel paced her room while she watched Luca talk to the men on the lawn. She watched him point to the perimeter of the property, and then saw the men follow his line of sight. A few minutes later, they fanned out across the property, even Marco who would keep an eye on them and make sure they stayed out of the house long enough for Isabel to search Diego’s study. Only Eduardo seemed to hesitate, gazing back up at the house as if he could see Isabel standing in the shadow of her curtains. Marco said something to him a moment later, and he started off like the others.
    Isabel hurried down the stairs and met Luca in the foyer. “All set?”
    Luca nodded. “Eduardo makes me nervous, but Marco will keep him outside for at least twenty minutes.”
    “Good. And you’re sure Diego’s gone?”
    “I spoke to him on his way out about the security assessment,” Luca said. “He’s been edgy, too. Seemed to have something on his mind.”
    “As long as it’s not me or Sofia, I couldn’t care less,” Isabel said.
    Luca nodded. “Let’s go.”
    They headed down the main hall toward the study. Luca stopped at the door. “I’m going to circle back out to the balcony. I’ll keep an ear out in case Diego comes back.”
    “But he’s gone, right?” Isabel said, her stomach tightening. She couldn’t even begin to think about what Diego would do to her if he found her snooping in his study. She wasn't sure even Luca would be able to help her then.
    He reached out to smooth her hair. “He’s gone, sweetheart. But we have to cover all our bases.”
    She nodded, soothed by his presence like always. She drew in a deep breath and opened the door to Diego’s study, then closed it behind her. She took a minute to survey the room. It had been her father’s once. Then it had been a sanctuary. A place to hide away in the middle of the day, laying on his sofa and reading