Rafael wasted no more time as he held his number and announced his bid, "Three-hundred thousand." The number was far beyond the last bidder.
The seller counted and announced the sold agreement. Isabella was relieved to know Maria was safe. She couldn't hold back her gratefulness as she pulled Rafael down; into a brief yet warm embrace. He remained stiff and tried to hold back the urge to take her at this very moment in front of everyone.
A man from the crowd stormed in their way. He was fuming. Two other men followed him to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted. As he got closer enough for Isabella to recognize him, she whispered, "Chance.."
Chance held Rafael by the collar of his suit and showered him with curses. Rafael stood still and stared blankly at the man. "Chance, she'll be fine." Bella cut him off.
Both Link and Loki stared at her in shock. Chanced glanced at her. He let go of Rafael before he gushed, "Isabella. How did you get here?"
She glanced at Rafael before saying, "The important thing now is that you're safe." She gave a sigh of relief before adding, "Where's Max? And how could you let them kidnap Maria?" That's when her stern side showed. That only turned Rafael on more.
"He's finishing the job." Link responded.
Isabella didn't need any more details to understand what job he had to do. "Who the hell told you to do this job?!" She was furious. Someone was manipulating her team to sacrifice her to death at the hands of Salvador.
"Chief Jones.." Link hesitated in Rafael's presence.
"It's all right, Link. He's more to be trusted than those traitor f*ckers in the lodge." She frowned. "Now, talk before it's too late, idiot."
Loki couldn't hold back his frustration, "Talon sent us to get the Black Diamond while he went hunting for a new werewolf coven on his own after he had another fight with his wife-"
Bella didn't wait to listen. She immediately headed backstage, where Max tried to get past the security. Her eyes wandered through the crowd at the entrance. Her gaze widened when she saw him unlock the secured door and enter. She followed him inside. The dim light made it difficult for her to keep him in sight. She passed the prep room doors as red alarms blared through the place. Max ran in the opposite direction and was almost caught by the security guard streaming out of the entrance.
At the last second, Bella caught his elbow and shoved him into an empty prep room. "Isabel-" She slapped her hand over his mouth, silencing him as the security guard crossed the corridor.
When silence fell, she explained, "This is a fake diamond. I met the rest of the team and informed them."
"But-"
"I took care of Maria. Just go back to the boys and leave the place. There's an exit at the end of the corridor. Tell them I've some business to take care of before I come back to you. Don't tell Talon about my situation. Pretend you've never seen me. It would be even better if you never return to the headquarters in the meantime." She hugged him briefly before leaving.
"Chief Jones."
"Private Lynn."
"We trust your orders more than anything. I'll fill in the team with the details." He smiled at her and headed in the opposite direction.
She made it safely back to Rafael. The boys were already gone. She found her Mexican master at the table where they had sat during the auction, sipping a glass of champagne. His eyes sparkled when he spotted her. "Shall we pick up where we left off, Hermosa?"
He extended his hand, which she grasped as he led her to the buffet. They sat in a dim corner, enjoying each other's company. The conversation between them was surprisingly pleasant. Aside from their bloody worlds, they shared the same interests in books, country life, and sociology.
"Thanks for saving Maria earlier. I promise to pay you back out of my savings."
"I've enough money. I've no interest in this repayment." He took another bite of his stake before adding, "And don't overestimate me. I've not helped you out of the goodness of my heart."
"I'm aware of that. And I'm ready to return the favor."
"Good." He leaned across the table toward her and whispered in her ear, "Because I promised to fuck your words out of that pretty mouth." He licked over the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
His phone tingled sullenly in his pocket, interrupting their moment. He took the call and listened to the person on the other end before he said, "Great. I'll meet you there." He glanced at Isabella, "I think we should cut it short and get back to the mansion unless you want to return the favor here in front of the guests."
The devilish grin around his lips told her what kind of favor he sought. And she didn't like it. She hated him. Just when she thought he couldn't be that bad, he'd proven her wrong.
It wasn't long before she found herself standing outside his chamber door, shooting him glares. She wished it'd burn a hole in his head, but that only amused him more.
He unlocked the door and casually stepped inside, leaving it open for her. Was he giving her a choice? What a gentleman. She rolled her eyes at the thought as she stepped into the lion's den and closed the door behind her.
Before could turn around to him, he pushed his massive body to the door, caging her small frame in between. "Remembered that you were the one who walked in with her own will." He whispered in her ear before gripping her by the nape and wrenching her from the door.
She gasped when he pushed her to her knees in front of him. She stared at him for a second. It's only a second, but it's enough to see the dark lust in his hazel-green eyes. She got distracted from them, though as he started unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. That's where her wild gaze was focused on right now.
His thick, veiny, and very hard cock. It was so hard that its color had changed, becoming a shade of purple. A twinge of apprehension zapped through her at the size. He couldn't just have a tiny cock, could he?
She was ready for this not to be satisfying. After all, it was only a mission, and she didn't let her hopes soar high. But just the sight of his dick was enough to make her tingly. "Do you know what will happen now, Bonita?" There was a tightness in his sharp jaw, and his hand flexed around his length as if he was conjuring some form of patience.
She shook her head, still staring at his massive erection. How could it get this hard?
"You're going to make that mouth useful and suck my cock."
Her thighs clenched together at the image.
Rafael dug his fingers into the back of her hair and directed his dick at her parted lips. "Open."
Instead of doing as he asked, she wrapped her lips around his crown and licked the precum. He groaned at that, which meant he liked it, so she inched up on her knees and took more of him inside, hollowing her cheeks so she didn't graze him with her teeth.
Using his hold on her hair, he pushed her down on his cock, deep-throating her. She sputtered, choking on his cock, and even with that, she was unable to take him all in, unable to fit him into her mouth. She tried, though. Instead of letting her gag reflex rule her, she relaxed her jaw, letting him thrust in a few times before she licked and sucked.
She had no experience with this. Heck, she never had done it for someone else before, yet she wasn't going to let him be the only one who gets to wield power over someone else. She wanted to deepen those grunts of pleasure he released each time he drove his cock deep into her throat, using her tongue for friction. She wanted to roughen them and turn him into a mess.
So she acted on pure instinct and continued loosening her jaw the farthest possible and made that dreaded eye contact. But now, it was not only about the meeting of gazes or exchanging vulnerabilities, it was a challenge.
Her hand fell to her needy core, wanting to give the soaked spot a release. He kicked her hand away, fastening the pace of his thrusts. "You're not allowed to touch what is mine. If you want to come then it'll be for me. And only me." his grip on her hair tightened, "I'll let you feel what it's like to be left needing. You denied something we both wanted."
She groaned in frustration. She surely could break his words and do whatever she pleased, but she submitted to his dominance. Something about it set her on fire.
His lids dropped as he slowed the rhythm of rocking his hips. "Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to fuck your throat."
She stopped moving her mouth altogether and maintain eye contact. 'Do it,' she said with her eyes. 'Fuck my throat.'
"Bloody hell. Who knew I would have a wild one on my hands?"
She liked that. Being wild. But she didn't get to think about it further, because then, he started thrusting in long, hard, and untamed. And her mouth was there for the taking, for his own pleasure. And she let him.
Not only that, but she sank into his dominance, swallowing as much of him as possible despite the drool and the tears that stung her eyes. It was a good type of pain. The type she didn't think she needed until now. The type that smashed her walls open, and left her bared and thirsty for more.
She could listen to his low grunts and deep groans forever. The sound turned her on. As expected, he was getting close. She wanted to get him there. She wanted to make him come undone, sabotaging the fun for him as he did to her.
She fastened the thrust at her own pace and ran her hands on the rest of his length, which she couldn't take. His grip on her hair tightened to stop her, but it was too late as his warm, hot seed filled her mouth.
As the sensation faded away, he held her face with his big hand, lifting her back on her feet to look him in the eyes. He was furious. "You really had to ruin everything at the last moment, didn't you?" His face fell down, crashing his lips on hers before he looked back at her, "You were incredible, though. I might consider that payback of you."
She didn't see that coming at all. "Aren't you mad?"
He laughed. A long ringing laugh. The addicting music for her ears. "You made the challenge even harder, Bonita. No one has gone this far with me."
She sucked in the compliment greedily. For some reason, it made her want more of it. More of him. She didn't think of what she was or what was wrong and right for her. Surely she didn't want him to fuck her, though she enjoyed each and every moment of what they did. For a moment, just for a short moment, she wished that he wasn't immortal and she wasn't a slayer.
Still holding her face, his fingers dug into her cheeks. He pulled her closer, looking her in the eyes as he said, "I'm still going to fuck that cunt, sooner or later. And once it's over, I'll decide if I'd free you or chain you to my bed and fuck you when I please until you swallow that pride and tell me you want me back."