PAWNS OF DECEPTION

CHAPTER 2

ISADORA’S POV

He led me to a room, and the interior was modern, ebony and maroon. His hand held my waist tightly, pulling me closer, and then his lips were on my bare neck. They were warm against my cool skin, melting effortlessly into me. My hands wrapped around his neck, tilting him down and pressing for more. A kiss as intoxicating as his made me crave the danger.

He trailed kisses along my neck, his tongue swirling at the nape, finding the places that made me shiver, drawing soft gasps and quiet moans from me. Each sound seemed to ignite something in him. His hands guided me toward the bed.

I sat on the edge, looking up at him as he knelt before me, and the thought of what he was about to do made something deep inside me twitch. I lifted my gown to my waist, revealing my black lace lingerie.

His hands moved slowly between my thighs. It was teasing, heightening the intensity that left me breathless. Every touch made me arch into him, every glance from his dark eyes pulling me deeper into his control. He leaned in close, letting his warm breath fan against me, sending shivers down my spine.

He slipped my panties down, and the intensity in me increased. His finger brushed my folds and I inhaled sharply.

I let him explore, let myself respond, every nerve alive with sensation. The intimacy of the moment, the way he read me so well, made my pulse pound. I gasped as he touched my aching core..

My breath hitched when his finger slid inside my p****y, his touch was gentle. A quiet moan left my lips as warmth bloomed low in my stomach.

I was no longer in control of my body. It moved instinctively, slowly falling into rhythm with his touch. A soft breath slipped past my lips as the sensation deepened, building in a way that made it hard to think. My fingers tightened slightly against him, my body responding before I could stop it.

When he finally pulled away, the sudden loss made my breath hitch. He lifted his hand, his gaze never leaving mine as he brought his fingers to my lips. I parted them slowly,letting him in, savoring the moment as my tongue moved softly around them, my eyes locked with his.

He lowered himself slowly, lifting my legs and settling them over his shoulders, my heels still on. My breath caught as I felt him there, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through me. He didn’t rush, just teasing until I was aching with anticipation.

His tongue found me slowly. The sensation made my breath falter, and a soft gasp slipped out as he continued, sending warmth through my entire body.

My fingers found his hair, instinctively guiding him closer. The sensation that followed made my body tense. It was overwhelming in the best way, every nerve alive. The intensity coiled tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold it anymore, and everything inside me gave way at once, leaving me breathless and trembling.

The intensity faded slowly. My fingers tightened in his hair, then loosened as my body finally gave in to the sensation, leaving me breathless.

For a moment, I just sat there, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady myself. My body was still warm… but my mind?

My gaze dropped to him slowly, really looking at him now as he stood, about to unbutton his shirt. The confidence and that quiet assumption that he had me exactly where he wanted me.

A small smile tugged at my lips. Interesting.

He lifted his head slightly, his eyes meeting mine, it was dark, maybe even with a trace of pride.

I tilted my head, studying him, then let out a soft, almost amused breath.

I stood up and pulled my dress down. His expression shifted barely but I caught it. Carefully, I adjusted my gown like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just unraveled under his touch moments ago. Like I was completely fine.

“Hmm,” I murmured softly, more to myself than to him, then my eyes lifted back to his.

“You’re good,” I said, my voice was calm and almost casual. I rubbed my lips together, as if settling my barely there lipstick. “But not that good,” I added.

That was a lie. A big one. But he seemed like the kind of man who thrived on confidence… and one thing I loved was breaking that.

His jaw tightened slightly just for a second, quick enough that most people would’ve missed it. But I didn’t, I saw that.

I held his gaze, letting the silence do the rest of the work. That moment when a man realizes he didn’t win.

I smoothed down my dress, completely unhurried. My eyes caught my lace lingerie on the floor. I nudged it with the tip of my heel.

“You can keep that.”

He handled himself well. A smirk played on his lips as he gently rubbed his chin. But his eyes… They told a different story.

It was like I had bruised his ego, but beneath it was something else something darker. Like he would get his payback. Like he wouldn’t let me walk away so easily.

His gaze followed me as I moved, more intense now, but I didn’t give him anything more. I picked up my phone, glancing at him one last time. The look he gave me was… unsettling.

“And for the record…” I paused, “you almost had me.”

He smirked again, this one more dangerous.

Then I turned and walked toward the door.