"Will the second young master take Miss Isabella away?" Liam watched Alexander Sullivan, who had worked all day and was now sitting exhaustedly in his chair,迟迟不回家.
Alexander opened his eyes, the whites streaked with red veins. He gave a bitter smile. "After he was seduced by her and they became entangled, does he even recognize me as his brother anymore?"
Right now, while he wasn't home, they would probably find a chance to be intimate.
"Will you just let them—"
Alexander's smile widened. "What choice do I have? Do you think I can stop it?"
—
Julian Sullivan bought plane tickets to England for himself and Isabella Roscente, departing in three days.
Before dinner that evening, Alexander called to say he was working late and wouldn't be coming home.
Coincidentally, during dinner, Margaret Lopez mentioned missing her grandson. Isabella suggested giving her a couple days off to visit. Margaret was overjoyed. After cleaning the kitchen, she left.
Opportunities for a whole night alone were rare. They quickly ended up in bed.
Naked, Julian kissed her deeply. His pale, slender fingers traced every inch of her body. He parted her legs and teased the entrance of her core with light, circling touches.
"Mmm..." Isabella was soon wet.
He slid one finger inside, moving it gently in and out, drawing more slickness from her.
Once she was sufficiently wet, he rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him. Gazing into her eyes, he guided his cock deep into her core.
Isabella's face, flushed with desire, was breathtakingly beautiful.
She was inherently stunning. Her features were like a painting. Her nose was delicate and straight. The color of her lips resembled the most vibrant peach blossom petals in spring, their shape small and perfect.
He didn't know if it was her nature or her age—he suspected the former—but when she enjoyed sex, there was no trace of unnecessary shyness.
He had no experience with other women, but he knew he loved this about her. The mere thought of a woman being coy or coquettish at a time like this would likely disgust him.
His cock was enveloped by her tight warmth, the pleasure so intense it made his scalp tingle. He lowered his head to her soft breasts, taking a pink nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it until it hardened like a small pebble, its color deepening to a vivid red.
When he remained still inside her, the itch became unbearable. She writhed, calling his name desperately. "Julian..."
Julian nuzzled around her lips with affectionate kisses. "Tell me what you want."
"Move."
Julian complied, thrusting once.
Dissatisfied, Isabella bit his tongue. It broke the skin, but Julian wasn't angry. Instead, he chuckled lowly. "Understood."
He drove into her forcefully, withdrew quickly, and slammed back in.
"Mmm..."
He moved faster and faster. Her moans grew louder. "Mmm... ah... too fast... Julian..."
They moved through various positions. He kept taking her until she had no strength left. She fell asleep without even cleaning up. Julian had to get a warm, damp towel to wipe her down.
Kneeling by her bed, he watched her sleeping face quietly. He leaned in, pressing his cheek against hers, lingering for a long moment. Then he placed a soft kiss on her lips before standing and walking towards the door.
Just outside, a figure in the hallway startled him.
A figure he knew all too well.
He was leaning against the wall, smoking. The motion-sensor light in the hallway was off. Everything was dim, only the glow of the cigarette brightening and fading in the darkness.
"Julian." As the voice spoke, the hallway light flickered on, illuminating them both.
The shock hadn't fully faded from Julian's face. He couldn't even utter the word "Brother."
Alexander looked at him. The calm in his eyes was unsettling. He pointed towards the third floor. "Let's talk upstairs." He turned and walked up without waiting.
Julian turned to close Isabella's door properly. He stood for a moment, steadying himself, then followed upstairs.
Alexander was waiting in Julian's current room on the third floor.
Julian hesitated at the door for two seconds before stepping inside. A punch landed immediately.
Then a second. A third...
Compared to his brother's strong, experienced physique, Julian was defenseless. He was beaten until blood streamed from his nose and mouth, collapsing to the floor. Alexander straddled him, fist raised for another blow, but stopped upon seeing his brother's bloodied face.
"You—" Alexander snarled, his hand clamping around Julian's throat. "I've raised you since you were five. And I've raised a viper!"
Julian's face turned purple from lack of air.
He struggled to breathe.
Finally, Alexander released him and stood up. He looked down at Julian coldly. "Don't wait for your vacation to end. Forget that ridiculous video project. Go back to England. I'll keep sending your allowance. Just never set foot in this country again."
Julian rolled onto his side, coughing violently. Once he caught his breath, he spat blood onto the floor. Pushing himself up, he looked at his brother. "I'm taking Isabella with me."
Alexander's face was icy. He laughed scornfully. "With what power?"
"She doesn't love you! You've been using Jacob to threaten her! She only stays with you because she has no choice! Do you have any idea how much she suffers every day?!" Rage burned in Julian's eyes.
Alexander ran his tongue over his back teeth. "I suppose that's the story she used to seduce you?"
Julian stood up, clutching his aching stomach. "Brother, do you realize you're driving her insane? You've built a prison for her, one she dares not leave. To possess her, you didn't hesitate to use her own child against her. That child—the one who died in the car accident."
Alexander's expression shifted.
Julian stepped closer. "I went to the hospital. I saw the emergency room records from a year ago. Jacob, he was already—" Tears welled in Julian's eyes. His heart ached for all Isabella had endured. "How could you do that to her? Brother, are you trying to destroy her? This isn't love!"
Alexander listened to the accusations. He explained, "A year ago, after Daniel Grant died, she fell into depression. She witnessed the accident that killed her son. She collapsed, and when she woke up, she remembered nothing. If it were you, could you bear to tell her Jacob was dead?"
"Excuses! Just excuses to keep her by your side! You raped her! Imprisoned her! Are you going to tell me you did it for her own good? How laughable, Alexander!" Julian retorted sarcastically.
Alexander couldn't deny it.
He staggered back a step and sank into an armchair. He pulled a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. His hand, still smeared with Julian's blood, lit the cigarette. He took a drag and exhaled smoke. "I was standing outside the room earlier. I didn't hear her get sick. After you finished, she didn't clean up. She just fell asleep, didn't she?"
Julian was taken aback.
The jealousy in Alexander's eyes was plain. Then a bitter, self-mocking smile touched his lips. "As expected. She hates me that much."
Only a wall lamp was on when Julian entered, so the room remained dim. One man sat smoking. The other stood facing him.
"I will shatter the prison you built. Don't think you can keep her trapped any longer. I will take her away," Julian declared.