Page 11 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

Orlando remained rigid for a few seconds, before he moved. Disappointment and embarrassment already rose inside her at the thought that he wasn’t going to kiss her back. She loosened her grip on his nape to let him slip from her embrace, but to her surprise, he suddenly pressed himself to hers, trapping her between the wall and his equally hard body. His lips parted, and he tilted his head to the side and kissed her.

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This was madness!

Nevertheless, Orlando couldn’t stop himself. Isabelle had initiated this kiss, maybe to throw him off his game, maybe to annoy him. It didn’t matter why, because the effect was the same. He was aroused. Finally, Isabelle was in his arms, kissing him, one hand on his nape, the other clawing into his shirt, holding on to him. Finally, he was tasting her, exploring her sweet mouth with his eager tongue, stroking along her teeth to tease her fangs, hoping for them to descend.

Crushed to him, her body felt petite, even though she was tall for a woman. Her curves were luscious, her scent intoxicating, drugging. As was her kiss. There was nothing tentative about it, no holding back. This was a woman made for love, a woman who knew how to use her body to drive any man insane with lust. No wonder the other vampire had been drawn to her. Thinking about that made him mad all over again. How dare somebody else touch her? How dare another man take what should be his?

The thought sent a shudder through his body, and with it, Orlando snaked his arm around Isabelle’s waist and jerked her to him with even more force, pressed her stomach to his so she could feel what she was doing to him. His cock was as hard as an iron rod, ready to plunge into her. If they weren’t still fully clothed, he would already be inside her, fucking her against the wall, too impatient to find a bed. He ground his erection against her, and felt her gasp. Yet she didn’t pull back, didn’t free herself from his embrace, didn’t resist.

He put one hand on her nape, deepening the kiss, while he caressed her neck, his thumb rubbing over her carotid artery where her pulse drummed in a steady beat. He couldn’t get enough of her taste and the firm strokes of her tongue as she met him with equal fervor. A woman who knew what she wanted. And though he’d never been a man who kissed much and rather went straight to fucking, he couldn’t stop dueling with her tongue to tease more and more moans from her heated body. Yes, she felt hot under his touch, her skin perspiring and releasing her natural scent to wrap around him like a cocoon.

Everything seemed to melt into the background. Forgotten was the vampire who’d accosted her, forgotten was the club. The loud music didn’t reach his ears anymore, nor did the voices of the patrons, or anything else in his surroundings. It was as if he was alone with Isabelle. Alone to do with her whatever he wanted.

And he wanted so much. Most of all, he didn’t want this moment to end for fear it would never happen again. He didn’t even allow her a second’s reprieve to take a deep breath, because if he did, she might change her mind and push him away rather than kiss him with such abandon. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was drunk, but vampires and vampire hybrids couldn’t get drunk. Their senses couldn’t be dulled like those of a human.

Isabelle’s hand suddenly moved from his chest down to his ass. She grabbed him firmly, pressing her groin to his even harder than he had done before. Now he was the one to gasp, to moan uncontrollably, knowing that she welcomed his cock, that she wanted more.

“There you are, Orlando. I need you to—”

The familiar male voice behind him made him let go of Isabelle’s lips immediately and look over his shoulder, making sure not to reveal Isabelle, because the man who’d addressed him was her brother Patrick. And he wasn’t entirely sure how Patrick would react to Orlando mauling his sister like a savage.

“Uhm, Patrick,” he managed to say, his vocal cords freezing up.

Stunned surprise was written on Patrick’s face. This was the first time anybody in this town had ever seen him make out with a woman. He felt like he’d been caught in something forbidden. And it probably was. After all, Isabelle was his direct boss’s sister, and what was worse, his ultimate boss Samson’s daughter. She was as off-limits as if he were a monk and she an innocent virgin. Fuck! He’d been about thirty seconds away from fucking her in public.

Patrick tried to look past Orlando’s large frame, but Orlando didn’t budge. He had no intention of revealing who he’d been caught with, though it was clear that Patrick knew what was going on. His gaze drifted to Orlando’s butt, where Isabelle’s hand still gripped him, before he looked straight into Orlando’s face again.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, bro, but we need a hand up front. If you got a minute…”

“Sure. Be there in a sec.”

Patrick nodded, but remained standing there, clearly hoping to see whom he was hiding. But Orlando didn’t move. The silence between them stretched for several seconds, before Patrick relented and turned. As he walked away, Orlando relaxed his stance and took a step back, releasing Isabelle from his arms.

Isabelle’s lips looked bruised. Her eyes were shimmering golden, indicating that she was aroused. Yes, she would have let him fuck her right here. And that wasn’t right. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He felt like a complete jerk having used her like this.

He cleared his throat. “Listen, what just happened…”

“Orlando.” She put her hand on his chest.

“I’m sorry. This can’t happen again.”

“But, but you… we… There’s nothing wrong with—”

“You’re Samson’s daughter. I can’t betray him like that.” Orlando shook his head and turned on his heel. “I apologize for my behavior.”

“You can’t just leave—”

But he had to. If he stayed in her presence, it would happen again. He would become completely infatuated with a woman, and would do anything to make her his. And when she realized what kind of cruel deeds lay in his past, she would push him away, disgusted and afraid that he’d do the same to her. And she would break his heart. History would repeat itself.

As fast as he could, he walked away, back into the club to help Patrick take care of a few drunks who’d gotten abusive with their dates. It took his mind off Isabelle for a few minutes. But when everything quieted down, his desire for her surged again. And there was only one thing he could do to tamp it down, before it exploded.

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts, until he found the right one.

The call was connected within seconds. “Eva’s, how may we serve you tonight?” the proprietress of the exclusive club he’d frequented more and more in the last four months answered.

“Orlando Carlisle. I need a room in half an hour.”