Gangster's Paradise // Rio (Good Girls)

13. not playing this game

"isla" His husky voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His hand gently traced a path from her neck, over her breast, down her stomach, and in between her legs.

Isla let out a breathy gasp, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth slightly open. Her body arched forward, her fist clenching the bed sheets as pleasure coursed through her.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. Isla bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled to catch her breath. Every touch ignited a fiery sensation on her skin, and his breath lightly grazing her ear sent electric currents through her. His teeth tugged on her earlobe, intensifying her desire.

"It's time to get up, mama," his voice echoed once again in her ears. Isla's eyes opened with a hint of confusion.

"What?" she mumbled.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Isla jolted awake from her sleep, her bleary eyes scanning the room in confusion. As the realization dawned upon her, she sat up abruptly. "It was just a dream."

Isla couldn't believe that she had just had that dream. It felt unreal, considering the tumultuous effect this man had on her life. He had turned her world upside down, and yet here she was, dreaming about him. She sat on the edge of her bed, her feet resting on the cold hardwood floor, as she rubbed her flustered face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream.

Never before had she dreamt such provocative fantasies, not even with Mason It perplexed her that her subconscious mind had conjured up images of a man who had brought chaos and fear into her life. "You're so stupid," she scolded herself, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room.

With a determined sigh, Isla stood up and reached over to hit the blaring alarm clock, silencing its incessant beeping. She made her way out of her room and descended the stairs to the kitchen. The comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she started a pot, the rhythmic drip echoing in the background. Lost in her thoughts, she slowly climbed back up to her bathroom to carry out her morning routine.

Once she finished getting ready, Isla descended the stairs again, this time heading straight for the kitchen to pour herself a cup of steaming coffee. As she took a sip, savoring the warmth, she set her cup down on the counter and glanced at her phone.

"Sweet dream, Mama?" a voice suddenly pierced the silence. Isla gasped, her heart leaping in her chest. Startled, she fumbled with her phone, causing it to slip from her hands and clatter onto the counter. Whirling around, she searched for the source of the unexpected voice.

After a moment of shock, Isla's eyes locked with Rio's intense, dark gaze. She struggled to find her voice, a mix of surprise and panic coursing through her veins. "H-how did you..." she stammered, attempting to regain control over her racing thoughts.

"I knew it wouldn't do you any good," Rio replied, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. Isla's mind wandered back to the cryptic card she had received just the other day, a chilling reminder of the chaos he had brought into her life.

"T-there's no way," Isla protested, her voice filled with disbelief. She had meticulously ensured that every security system was functioning, that alarms were set, lights were on, and all doors were locked before she went to bed. The idea of Rio infiltrating her carefully fortified sanctuary seemed impossible.

"You see, all of your fancy security systems, Mama, they're all connected to your phone. So, naturally, I just... turned them off," he explained nonchalantly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Isla shook her head in denial, struggling to process the implications of his words. As he took a step forward, she instinctively backed away, the fear intensifying