"Isabella?" Eduardo's voice filled the space she formerly stood in. She shook off her wandering thoughts and nodded eagerly, too exhausted to argue with him anymore. "I'll escort you back upstairs, a lady shouldn't be outside alone this late." Isabella barely concealed her sneer. Wasn't she cheap just a few minutes ago?
You can't go from being cheap to being a lady in mere seconds!
So, he thought he was going to be a knight in shining armor now? The idea perturbed her, but in his own way... maybe he could be.
They walked towards the door back to the hotel, and all she had to do was step inside and go back to her normal life. Mick would be looking for her, and so glad to see her return from oblivion. Her siblings wouldn't have noticed her absence at all and she would be subject to more pictures, more nonsensical conversation with strangers, and more grueling speeches as the night waned.
That was her life, that was what she had to look forward to- so when she grabbed Eduardo's hand instead, all rational thought left her. "Do we have to?" It was a meek question, one with so many different answers and she wasn't so sure she knew which one she wanted. "What if we…" she licked her lips out of pure habit, "just left?"
Isabella had no idea where they would leave to or what happen then, but something told her to say it anyway.
Whatever it was and wherever it ended up, she wanted it.
One short call later and Eddie's driver turned the block to stop right before them, forsaking all traffic behind him. Eduardo stepped towards the SUV in his long strides with his natural, careless swagger but Bella's nerves got the best of her.
Isabella looked at the SUV with skepticism. This was his car? He didn't order an Uber or anything like that, so that meant this had to be his car and his driver... or it could have been on loan from Emateo, seeing as he brought a lot of friends into the city for Rosalina's event.
Go back upstairs! You don't like this man and this man sure as hell doesn't like you! This is wrong-
"Tu Vienes?" His Spanish was immaculate just like everything else about him
You coming?, he had asked.
Was she?
"Fuck it." Isabella muttered beneath her breath and followed Danger to his car.
That was going to be his new name. Danger.
He was trouble for her, but the more forbidden he became the harder it was to stay away.
They rode in silence from the charity event and into the dark of the night, keeping the quiet through an elevator ride and across the expanse of his suite. Isabella was surprised again when instead of going into a standard room at The Xalta, they rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Emateo really spared no expenses, then?
She felt awkward, a sensation that hadn't lingered since she was a preteen in braces with stuffed bras; he poured them drinks and sat at the black leather couch, beckoning her over with a pat on the empty seat next to him.
Eduardo had done nothing to ease her nervousness, but he hadn't pawed at her either- he seemed to be caught up in his own personal battle, letting the silence infiltrate their evening.
Had he forgotten she was even there? It was starting to feel that way.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and kept the quiet going, not even gracing her with an argument. She thought he looked more peaceful in that moment than he ever would- he was likely tired, frustrated, overwhelmed… though she couldn't imagine a man like him ever being overwhelmed. It simply didn't mesh.
Instead of sitting beside him, she let her newfound bravery take over and settled herself on his lap, pulling the narrow hem of her dress up so that she had a full range of motion. It bunched around her waist as she settled her thighs on either side of his figure- this was so unlike her, but damnit if this wasn't what she had been thinking of doing since the moment they first met.
His eyes opened slowly, those green orbs raking over her face looking for a sign.
Isabella stole his drink from his hands and finished it for him before sitting it back down and working at his tie in a new haste. She didn't want to give herself the chance to back out of this- she was going to do this!
Eddie finally leaned down and caught her lips with his own, a low primal noise coming from him at the contact. It was the first time since dealing with the photographer that he had actually acted like she existed again, and she didn't plan on wasting the opportunity.
The kissing seemed to last forever as both fought for dominance, their kissing noises filling the once massive room- everything seemed so much more compact when they were this close, soaking in each other's body heat.
Eduardo fumbled with the zipper along her spine and when he couldn't unlatch it, he yanked harshly at the thin straps of her dress until a loud pop rang through the room. Her entire cleavage spilled out of her top from the rough action, causing a mortified gasp to escape her lips. The last thing that she wanted was her boobs to come flying out of her dress while she was trying her hardest to be sexy!
Her other hookups seemed less thrilling but easier to handle- those men didn't set her on fire the way he had, but she wasn't so on edge either! Isabella battled with herself to just let go but at the same time felt herself put her guard up.
He was an experienced man; she was a fumbling idiot.
There was no competing with the stuff he already knew, the amount of sexual endeavors he most likely had, the confidence that radiated from his fingertips...
But his lips left hers in an instant and went down to her chest, kissing and licking at every mound and crevice he could find in the dark. When he took one rosy nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, Isabella couldn't help the gasp of pleasure from escaping. Heat was pooling at her thighs and a fire burned there- she didn't know exactly what she needed but she knew it included him with no clothes on.
Isabella took a page from his book and ripped open his dress shirt, dodging flying buttons and went for his buckle next. A soft laugh left his lips, one of the first that wasn't condescending. "Calmate, Bella." She laughed at his words because there was no way in hell she was going to calm down.
In fact, she was just getting started.
He lifted her from the couch and walked towards another room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. When he delivered them both to what felt like a bed, she immediately went back to undressing him and didn't stop until he was stripping his socks off- when else was she going to be in the bed of such a specimen? Even in the dark she ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, reveling in the swell of his muscles and the tautness of his body.
When her hands roamed over his stomach she was slightly disappointed to feel a hard surface, since it was well known that happy Hispanic men had to have a small tummy- it was the only way you knew he was living mas fina vida, as her dad would say.
The finest life. That was the staple her parents lived by, and yet she and her siblings all had some screws loose because of their childhood.
So maybe he needed a few tacos and some tortas- she could certainly do good by staying away from them. But even as he roamed his hands and mouth over every body part that she hated looking at in the mirror, he didn't shudder away and say "Gross!" the way she had feared a man would one day.
The way he touched her made her feel the opposite way, actually- he was rejoicing in every curve and dimple she owned, taking his time to build more fire within her.
She struggled with her zipper as well and gave up when it felt like it was just not meant to be. Was that her sign to stop this? Were her ancestors somewhere shaking their heads that the one good child of the Aguirre-Lopes clan was now acting like an unabashed whore?
Divine intervention didn't seem to stop Eddie in his tracks because moments later the tearing of fabric could be heard with even earplugs on. "Eduardo! This was an expensive dress!"
He chuckled against her cheek. "Send me the bill. I've told you before."
Before she could retort, he slid her under him and put his fingers back into her most private area again. This time he was slow and meaningful, where earlier he had been rushed and angry. He had her mewling before she knew it, no more than a pile of putty in his hands.
He was going slow and as much as enjoyed it, she really wanted one of those orgasms again.
How did one go about asking for it, though?
Treat me like a dirty whore again so I can enjoy this properly?
Do that thing again like we did in the hallway?
She was going to make a light-hearted comment but then she felt him move and adjust himself, a maneuver that was foreign but somehow her body knew to send off warning signals.
It was now or never.
She could tell him the truth and ruin the night or she could simply sit back and enjoy this…
But on the first thrust, she realized this was more than she bargained for.
He was fast and angled, propelling himself deeper into her than she even knew he was capable of. "W-wait!" She screamed before he could push himself in a third time.
Their eyes were adjusting to the dark but she still couldn't make out his face- he stilled completely, and the shoulder muscles under her fingertips tensed in a new way. "Isabella?" It was her name posed as a question, but she could read between the lines. "Fuck." Her face burned when realization dawned on him, but he was already burrowed inside of her. "Why wouldn't you… how are you even… what the fuck, Isabella?"
