Page 33 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

Curiosity flashed in Isabelle’s eyes. “What happened between my father and you? He never said a word to anybody how he knows you or why he gave you a job without even running a background check on you.”

Orlando sighed. He didn’t really want to tell Isabelle, but he knew her well enough by now to know that she wouldn’t rest until she’d found out what she wanted to know.

“In New York City in 1989, I came upon a vampire who was being attacked by three other vampires. I don’t know why they were attacking him. All I know is that this vampire was outnumbered. And I’ve never much liked an unfair fight. So I helped him. I killed his attackers. And I grabbed a human off the street so that he could feed and heal. That vampire was your father.”

“Oh.” Isabelle’s eyes were wide with awe.

“He promised me then and there that I could have anything I wanted, no matter what it was. And he would never ask any questions, because he owed me his life. That’s why I came to San Francisco eighteen months ago. I was cashing in on his promise.”

Isabelle shook her head lightly and smiled. “I wouldn’t call it cashing in. He gave you a job, and you’re working hard for the money you make. You could have asked him for money, for millions if you wanted to. He would have paid, because without you, none of us would be here today. Not I, not my brothers. My mother would have never met him.”

“But I didn’t want money. I wanted to belong. To stop running.” He cast her a sad smile. “But I guess that was too much to ask.”

She stepped closer and put her hands on his arms. “No, that’s not too much to ask. I’ll help you, so you can stop running.”

“But I can’t get you involved.”

“I’m already involved. Don’t you see that?”

He sighed and gave a light shake of his head. “Will I ever win an argument with you?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I’ll let you win someday. If you’re nice.”

Orlando arched an eyebrow. “How nice?”

She brought her body flush to his and pressed her hips to his groin. “Very nice.”

Her body heat seeped into him, sending blood south. “Isabelle?” He lowered his head to hers and snaked his arm around her waist.

“Hmm?”

“If you’re trying to get me to sleep with you, I have to tell you something.” He paused for effect. “It’s working.”

She smirked, and her eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, I already know it’s working. I can feel it.”

“You can, huh?” He backed her against the wall and pinned her there.

Orlando sank his lips onto hers and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply. Isabelle tilted her head to the side, allowing for a deeper penetration, for a more thorough exploration. Not that he hadn’t already explored every inch of her mouth the previous night. Her taste was addictive, and he wished he was a better kisser, though it didn’t appear that she was disappointed in his skills. On the contrary: she moaned softly into his mouth, and he could feel her heartbeat accelerate and the blood rush through her veins.

When he suddenly felt her tongue swipe over his canine, the feeling almost made him lift out of his boots.

“Fuck, babe, easy!”

But she didn’t listen to him. Instead, she stroked over his teeth again, and he couldn’t stop his reaction. His fangs descended to their full length.

She broke the kiss for a short second. “Finally.”

He knew exactly what she wanted and allowed her to lick her tongue over his extended fangs, because they both knew what it would do to him. A vampire’s fangs were the most erogenous parts of his body. It felt as if she was licking his cock.

He ripped his mouth from hers. “You trying to make me spill in my pants?”

“Maybe you should take your clothes off.” She purred like a kitten, while her hands got busy with the button of his cargo pants.

“You first,” he demanded and pulled her hands off him. If he let her undress him first, he wouldn’t last long.

Luckily, Isabelle had no objections to his command, and moments later, she stood in front of him in her pink lace panties and bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”