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“Oh, God, I’m going to cum!” she screams as my pounding picks up speed, and her body starts to tremble with pleasure.
“Cum for me, baby,” I growl, my own orgasm building as I feel her soft walls clench around me. “Cum all over my cock!”
With a final cry, her body convulses, and she orgasms. I follow her over the edge, my cock exploding as I fill her with my seed.
We collapse onto the backseat, panting and spent. I slide beside Isabella and pull her against my chest, our breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I wrap my arms around Isabella, cradling her close against my body. After a few minutes, I feel her shiver and gently push her up.
“You need to get your clothes back on.” I smile at her. “We have a long journey ahead of us.”
“It’s only about two to three hours to Montreal,” she points out.
“Yes, and a lot can happen along the way.” I wink as she slides away from me. I pull up my pants. Turning to watch her pull her dress and sweater on. I lean over and kiss her before straightening, sliding back into the driver’s seat, pulling it back up, and taking off for our next stop on this journey to one of the coldest places in North America.
The day spreads out ahead of us as we drive through the winding roads, the sun playing hide-and-seek with the clouds—the SUV’s engine hums steadily, a backdrop to the thoughts swirling in my mind. Isabella sits beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape, lost in her thoughts.
“We need to try and work together after this is over,” I say, breaking the silence.
She turns to me, her eyes curious. “What do you mean?”
“I want us to give it a try,” I explain. “After the twins are born. Live like husband and wife for a year. If you’re not happy, I’ll let you go, and we’ll figure out a plan for the twins.”
Isabella looks thoughtful, her fingers tracing patterns on her dress. “And how will this year be spent? Will I be constantly monitored, or will I be able to live my life as normally as possible?”
“You’ll have a bodyguard,” I admit. “Even my mother and my friends Hannah and Olga have them. Stacy will need one too, even when she and Lev are living in Italy.”
She sighs, leaning back in her seat. “We’ll talk about it when this is all over. Once we’ve gotten to the bottom of what my mother entrusted to me and who is trying to kill us or take over our family’s organizations.”
I nod, feeling a sense of relief. “That’s fair.”
The miles between Stanstead and Montreal seem to melt away as we continue our journey. The landscape shifts from dense forests to more open fields, and the distant city skyline gradually comes into view. The tension between us eases slightly, replaced by a tentative hope for the future.
“We should stop soon,” Isabella suggests. “Stretch our legs, and I need to pee.”
“Good idea,” I agree, scanning the road ahead for a suitable place.
We find a small roadside diner just outside the city limits. It looks cozy and inviting, the kind of place that promises hearty meals and warm hospitality. As we pull into the parking lot, I notice a few other cars parked haphazardly, their owners likely inside enjoying a break from their own travels.
Inside, the diner is a blend of rustic charm and modern convenience. Wooden beams stretch across the ceiling, and vintage photographs adorn the walls. The air is filled with the mouth-watering aroma of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee.
We find a booth near the window, and a waitress promptly arrives to take our order. Isabella opts for a cup of ginger tea, while I chose a coffee. Isabella heads for the bathroom while we wait for the beverages.
When she’s back, I’m happy that the conversation between us is starting to flow more easily, which is a welcome change from the tension and animosity of the past.
“I’m curious,” Isabella says, stirring her tea when it arrives. “What made you decide to give us a year? To try and live like a normal family?”
I take a sip of my coffee, considering her question. “Honestly, I feel we could make an excellent team, and I’m enjoying getting to know you.” I watch her intently. “I’d like us to try and make a home for the twins. And maybe, just maybe, we could find some happiness together.”
She smiles softly. “I’ll make you a deal.” Isabella plays with the fork. “Let’s get through this by working together and getting to know each other.” Her brows raise as she looks at me. “If we can find a way to get over some of our personality clashes, we’ll see.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Fair enough. But then you have to promise not to try and run away from me…” She is about to say something, but I hold up my hand and cut her off. “And be honest with me—talk to me. Don’t shut me out, and we’ll try to be a real couple while we’re navigating this danger.”
“I can handle that,” Isabella agrees. “But like I said earlier, you have to stop trying to be a control freak. I know you’re the boss, the apex alpha, and whatever. But seriously. I’m not a brainless little twerp. I have thoughts. I’ve been highly trained in combat, survival skills, and other stuff.”
“I have noticed that.” I nod and breathe out. “And I’ll promise to try. I’m just used to being in charge, and I don’t take orders well. But I promise to try to work with you, keep you in the loop, and not hide anything from you.”
“I promise the same.” Isabella sits back as the food arrives.
We eat in comfortable silence, and the diner’s atmosphere provides a brief respite from our chaotic lives. After finishing our meal, we return to the SUV, feeling a bit more grounded and ready to face whatever comes next.
