Unforgettable

Chapter 10 I "I don't understand."

Allison's POV

He kissed me like no one else ever had. He kissed me so good, I melted against him. I became butter in his arms. He literally made my knees go weak.

I shouldn't like the way he pulled me completely against him, letting me fest every last hard inch of his body against my own. I shouldn't like how he held my jaw with one hand and gripped my waist with the other. I shouldn't like the way he kissed me with just the right amount of pression, making me feel so feminine and sexy and beautiful. And I definitely shouldn't bury my fingers in his arms, clinging onto him so hard, fearing that he might let go of me. And I also shouldn't moan at the feeling of his tongue parting my lips, taking every last bit control of this kiss.

He owned it. He owned me and he did it so well, I had no chance in fighting him, not even when he backed me up against the door, I entered through before. It was easy for him to press me against it and slowly let his hand wander further down my body, gripping my ass, showing me how bad he wanted me.

"Bellissimo." He whispers against my swollen lips, granting me a second to catch my breath. "Hai un sapore dolce come il paradiso." Having no idea, what he just said to me, I want to ask him, but his lips shut me up again, capturing them in a kiss that make me once more forget how we've gotten into this in the first place. His lips were so-mhh, indescribably perfect. His scent just engulfed me and his hand. Urgh, his hands gripped my body so well, making me both protected and desirable. The perfect mixture between soft and rough.

The second kiss was rougher thought. His teeth tease my lower lip, pulling, biting, having me whimper ever so quietly. But Isaac heart it. Of course, he did. "Ti scoperei proprio contro questa porta, se me lo permettessi." He groans before kissing down my neck, surprising me when he suddenly takes the sensitive skin between his teeth, sucking. "Ma non sei pronto per quello che voglio fare al tuo corpo perfetto. Non ancora."

"I don't-" I gasp. "I don't understand." I choke out, my eyes closed and head thrown back as I experience something I never did before. I was aroused. I was needy for him. I wanted him to take his tongue further down my body. I wanted him to take care of the aching he caused between my legs.

That's when I snap my eyes open. Oh no. I tried to kill him, minutes ago. I can't feel this way for him. Not now, not ever.

"Isaac, stop." I whisper weakly, my body still showing of how weak I was compared to him.

"Tell me a reason to stop and I will." He groans against my neck, continuing his sweet torture by kissing my all over.

"I- I " I stammer, distracted once more by his lips as they brush against mine. "This is unfair." I whine, knowing that kissing him was a mistake and every second he keeps doing so, will only make it worse for me.

"I waited three fucking years for this." He reminds me. "Stopping me would be unfair." He growls and presses another hard, punishing kiss to my lips.

"I can't let this happen, Isaac. I just can't" I confess, finally finding the courage to push him away by his chest. Well all it does is make him stop kissing me. "I just pointed a gun at you and- and I threatened to kill you." I remind us both, feeling panic rise within me. Oh God, I really threatened to kill him. What was I thinking?

"You looked so fucking sexy with a gun in your hands, baby." He whispers, his tone so low and dangerous, I could cry in fear or sexual attraction.

"This isn't okay, you've got to let me go, Isaac." I had to put an end to this. "Whatever this is between us right now, it is wrong and toxic and...it's just wrong, okay. We have to stop." I tell him with more authority. My words don't seem to be the ones he likes to hear, because seconds later he has both my arms pinned above my head against the wall and the other wrapped around my throat. Not strong enough to hurt me, but tight enough to make a point.

"You can say whatever you want, baby. But call us wrong one more time and see where this gets you." He spoke very slow and firm with me, clearly making a point now.

"You're scaring me, Isaac." I tell him truthfully, but he doesn't move, so I try something else. "I'm sorry." I apologize, thankfully saying the right thing this time.

"What we have is far from wrong, baby...you'll understand that soon, I promise." He tells me, his tone changing drastically again.

"This is Stockholm Syndrome, Isaac. Do you really want me to feel something for you, knowing it's not actually real?" Maybe a more theoretical approach will get him to realize how fucked up this situation is.

"Do you want me to show you how real your feelings can be for me?" He asks. "Because it'll only take a minute and I have you screaming in ecstasy, proving to you how fucking real this is, baby."

"I can't." I stupidly answer. It should have been I don't want that. But no. my stupid, uncoordinated brain doesn't function and tells him things like that.

"I waited three years, I can wait a little longer, mia cara." He assures me, before he slowly lets go of my wrists, bringing them down, still holding them in-between us. Me being nervous, I don't dare to say anything as he casually takes his time, assessing my hands. "Almost perfect." He mumbles, his thump subtly massaging my hands from beneath. Almost? What's that supposed to mean.

Our silence gets interrupted by a ringing tone. Isaac takes out his phone, answering the call while his eyes stayed on mine.

"Si." He answers. "Farò tardi, prima devo pranzare. Dammi un'ora." He says and then quickly ends the call. Before I can stop myself, my mouth opens and I ask,

"What did you say?" Curiosity beats me. Plus, it sounded beautiful when he spoke Italian, so I wanted to know.

"We're having lunch before I'm heading out." He informs me. Heading out?

"Where are you going?" I want to know.

"Just some things to take care of." He vaguely tells me. Mafia. I remind myself. He was in the mafia- no, he was the HEAD of the mafia, even worse.

"Are you- what are you doing?" After all the time of me being left in the dark, I used my chance for some answers. I can see he was debating whether to answer me, but I am happy when he does.

"Some cargo was damaged, and I need to assess the loss." Business talk. It sounded so normal, yet I assumed he meant that drugs or weapons were missing.

"Oh." I simply state, sounding so dump even to myself. I guess all this wealth that surrounded me for the past weeks must come from somewhere then. Silence takes over and I hated silence. I never knew what to do, especially when Isaac stared at me so intensely, I could only look anywhere else but him. But Isaac takes care of this when he lifts my chin and brushes his lips against my own once more, being able to make me stop breathing instantly and a gently sigh leaves me once more, making me close my eyes in embarrassment.

"You better stop making those sounds, unless you want to be my lunch today." He growls as I look up at him confused. Become his lunch-oh.

OH.

"Trust me, it's tempting." The devil smirks at my shocked expression while I fumble for words. "Let's go, baby." He chuckles, pulling our still intertwined bodies from the door, oping it for us and then leads me to the terrace to have lunch.