Scarred Beauty (13 page)

She stayed in the position he placed her. From
the angle she wouldn’t have water splashing onto her face. The water cascaded
onto her back and down. She felt his fingers on her ass opening her wide. She
held her breath as he ran down past her ass to her cunt.

“You’re so wet and perfect. I know I should
wait, but I want you again, Elle.” He replaced his fingers with his cock. She
felt him press his large shaft inside her opening, his fingers digging into her
ass.

A whimper escaped her when he slammed inside
her. There was nothing gentle in the way he pressed every inch of himself
inside.

“So fucking tight and hot,” he said. He held her
hips as he plunged inside her. She cried out as he hit something deep, creating
a thin line between pleasure and pain. The intensity of the sensation made
every part of her skin sensitive. Wherever he touched she felt the extreme
pleasure he was creating. The rapture was more than she could stand.

“I want to feel you come around my dick. Come
on, baby, let me feel you.” Isaac pounded inside her, the grip tightening
unbearably hard on her hips as the speed with which he fucked her increased.

He switched the angle sending her over the edge
as every part of his length rubbed over her sensitive muscles. He was
determined to make her lose her mind. She screamed as he pounded her flesh
relentlessly. The sound of the slapping of wet flesh against the other and
their moans mingled in the room. His grip changed from her hips to her breasts.
He fingered her nipples biting into the flesh with his finger and thumb.

“Come for me. I want to feel you. I’m so close.”

At his command she screamed as her release came
to her. She held onto the wall as he used her body for his own pleasure.
Seconds later, he growled and bucked as he came. She felt the kick of his cock
inside her pussy as his sperm erupted.

Isaac kissed her neck and pulled away. They
didn’t speak as they finished getting washed. Thirty minutes later, they left
the hotel. She gave the key back to the reception desk and got into the car
where he sat waiting.

He pulled away from the hotel and drove through
the busy morning traffic. She pulled some hair over her face to keep the scar
covered. Jumping in her seat as Isaac placed one of his hands on her knee, up
under her skirt, she gasped as he made circles on her flesh.

“When you come to the hotel, I want you to be
wearing skirts or dresses. No more trousers that will cover you. Do you hear
me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”
 
They drove in silence until he pulled up outside her apartment. She
hadn’t thought about confronting Brad. He hadn’t been in her mind since last
night.
 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

“You will?”

“Elle, last night was the start of something. If
you’re not at the hotel by eight, I’m coming to get you.” He leaned over and
kissed her. Pulling her hair off her face, he kissed her scar before settling
back on her lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”

She got out of the car and made her way up to
her apartment without looking back. Brad was waiting with a cup of coffee at
the table as she entered the apartment.

“You didn’t come back last night. I was
worried.”

“Sorry, I had it on silent. I was in a meeting
of some kind.”

“When will I get to meet him?” he asked,
ignoring her explanation.

“Who?”

“Don’t play me for a fool, Noelle. I know you’re
seeing someone.”

Putting her coat and bags on the counter, she
returned to stare at her friend. “I don’t want to talk about it. You’ve got
your business, and I’ve got mine. I love you, and nothing is going to change
that.”

Brad stood and walked over to her. “I love you,
too. Don’t let any man treat you less than you’re worth.” He kissed her cheek
and walked round her to leave.

She closed her eyes and thanked whoever was
looking down on her. She wouldn’t have been able to cope with a fight from him.

****

Isaac sat in his meeting not listening to
anything being said. His mind kept playing the events of last night and early
morning. She had been a virgin, and he’d taken it from her as if he’d had a right
to it.

Rubbing his face, he tried to clear his mind.

“That is where you come in, Mr. Welch,” one of
his employees said.

“Excuse me?”

“This particular case needs to be handled face
to face. You’re head of the company and could nail this if he was to see you in
person.”

“I’ll arrange everything and fly out next week,”
he said not really thinking about it.

“Actually, we’ve organised for you to leave
first thing tomorrow.” His secretary gave him the flight tickets and the file that
he needed to read. The rest of the meeting went by in a blur as he read the
file. He was hoping to acquire another company to add to the massive collection
he had.

He walked out of the meeting not caring what the
others would say if he skipped what was important. Business was going to call
him away, and all he wanted to do was spend time with Elle.

Clark
walked into his office later that day with a frown on his face.
“Did I hear you walked out on a board meeting?”

“You’ve got to stop screwing women from my
office,” Isaac told him.

“They’re good women. Well, what is going on?”

“Nothing.”

Clark
stared at him across the desk. “Nothing. You’re no longer available
at night. You don’t return my calls. I haven’t seen you out with a woman in
over a month.”

“I’m making changes to my life, and that
includes not dating.”

“Something is going on with you, and I want to
know what it is. We’re supposed to be the best of friends.”

“
Clark
, we’re
forty-year-old men. Don’t you think it’s time for us to grow up and settle
down?”

“Are you having a mid-life crisis, or are you
worried that you’ll end up like your father?”
Clark
asked.

Isaac ignored all the questions.

“Rumour has it that your younger brother got in
touch.”

“No one should listen to rumours,” Isaac said as
he flicked through the file. He kept looking at the clock and waiting for the
time to pass so he could be with Elle once again.

He felt he had a responsibility towards her.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t repeat the fact that
Bradley has a record for drink and drugs as well as a bad reputation for the
gambling tables.”

“Keep that information to yourself. He’s fought
hard to get where he is today,” he said defending his brother.

“You know, your dad was at one of my ex-wife’s
functions the other day?”
Clark
asked.

Clark
had married years ago, only to cheat on the woman with her best
friend. Why did they lead fucked-up lives?

“I don’t want to know.” Isaac had enough of
waiting. He got up from his desk and gathered his files and stuff.

“Where are you going?”
Clark
asked.

“I’ve had enough for today. I’m going home to
get ready to leave.”

“This is what I’m talking about. You’re not
yourself.”
Clark
grabbed Isaac’s arm as he
went to pass.

“Let go of me. I’ve got somewhere to be.”

“What the hell are you doing, Isaac? You better
think about what you’re doing. Otherwise it’s going to come and bite you in the
ass.”

Isaac pulled out of the hold and stormed out of
his office. Thinking about Elle and last night, the things she’d said had his
mind working faster than he could stand.

When he got to his penthouse apartment, he got
into the cold shower and allowed the water to run over his body. She’d admitted
to being in love with him. A woman who had no idea who he was had said she
loved the man he was playing.

Isaac wasn’t the same man as Isaac Welch. In his
world he’d send her to the wolves. There was no possible way for him to love
her. Not at all. He denied his feelings for her in the hope they would be true.
He was a cold calculating bastard who only wanted to see her hero worship him.
Her feelings meant nothing to him.

I’m not in
love with Noelle Evans. I’m not in love with Noelle Evans.

He chanted the words in hope that the ache
inside his chest was due to something else rather than his denial of feelings
for her.

Cutting off his feelings he got out of the
shower to change for his visit with her. He’d tell her he couldn’t see her for
some time. Then he would go on this business trip, nail the account, screw
another woman and forget all about Noelle Evans. No way would he be controlled
by his dick. Women were made to be fucked and forgotten. Elle wasn’t any
different. Even as he thought the words, Isaac hated them. Elle wasn’t like
other women, and to think of her in such a way disgusted him.

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom and
hated what he saw. Elle deserved the man she’d come to love in the hotel room,
not the jaded other man who stood in his place, a man who would rather ruin his
father than spend ten minutes alone in a room with him.

“Do not turn into that man,” he said to himself.
When he was with her, nothing else mattered. He knew he could live happily with
her and never look at another woman again. Spending so much time in his social
circle was making him think it was impossible. Elle made him feel like anything
was possible.

“Go to her and be the man you want to be.” Isaac
got dressed in quick time. He left his apartment and drove straight to the
hotel. When he got to the reception desk of the hotel, the man behind the
counter smirked at him.

“Make sure she gets the key,” he said. He paid
for the room for the whole night. Before he left he wanted to feel her in his
arms. Forty years old and she was the only woman to ever sleep all night in his
bed.

When he got inside the room he stared at the bed
for the longest time. He saw the two of them intertwined as they were last
night, him holding her hands above her head as he drove into her cunt and took
her cherry.

The sheets were fresh. He wished he had
something of her so he could scent her while he waited.

Removing his clothes, he grabbed a robe, sat on
the bed and waited for her.

Chapter Fifteen

Noelle was surprised when the desk clerk handed
her a key. She went to pay him for the use of the room, but he shook the money
away. Her day had been unproductive. She couldn’t get the image of what they’d
done out of her head. The whole situation was distracting her, and she needed
to earn some money.

When she got to the hotel room, she opened the
door and was pulled inside. Isaac closed the door and pressed her up against
it. He slammed his lips down on hers before she could protest. Neither spoke or
had the time to speak as he was clawing at her. She felt the desperation within
him. Instead of being scared she rejoiced in the need he felt. Heat pooled
between her legs, her cream leaking into her panties as the rapture he created
within her took hold.
 

Isaac pulled the sash of her coat apart pushing
it from her shoulders. When the coat fell to the floor, he gripped the bottom
of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. She stood in her bra and
panties. The bra had a front clasp. Pressing kisses against her mouth, he
flicked the front of her clasp. Her breasts spilled into his waiting hands.

She moaned as he kissed down her neck and to her
nipples. His hands tore at the fabric of her panties. She felt them pull
against her butt seconds before the sound of tearing. Without any waiting, he
lifted her up in his arms, her back pressed against the door. He opened her
legs forcing her to wrap them around his waist.

Isaac ran his fingers through her slit, released
a growl and then sank his hard shaft inside her.

Noelle cried out from the sudden invasion of his
cock.
 
He was thicker from the angle as
he pinned her against the door.

He bit her nipples as he thrust his cock inside
her cunt. Both of his hands held her ass as she was repeatedly pushed against
the door. She heard someone walk past and knock on the door. Isaac didn’t stop.
He kept up his rhythm. All she could do was hold on as he fucked her without
any words. Her nipples were tender as he nipped them between his teeth. She
cried out as the pleasure went straight to her clit.

Something was different about him. She sensed an
extreme need within him as if he had no control over what he was doing.

He kissed her lips then sucked on her neck, his
cry of pleasure and the kick of his cock letting her know he’d come. She held
onto him, afraid in case he dropped her.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t bring you pleasure. I wasn’t
thinking about you.”