Toxic

Chapter 4

Isabella was enjoying her date with James, savoring the pleasant conversation and the delicious food. They had been on a couple of dates and everything was going good so far.

Just as she began to feel fully relaxed, her gaze wandered to the restaurant entrance. Her heart sank as she saw Chris walk in with a stunning blonde woman. To her dismay, they were seated at the table directly behind James.

Isabella and Chris locked eyes for a brief moment. Isabella's heart raced, her mind swirling with jealousy and confusion. She forced herself to smile and focus on James, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Chris.

Throughout the evening, she couldn't help but notice Chris's every move. He kept touching and kissing the woman, his hands caressing her face, his lips lingering on hers. Each affectionate gesture felt like a dagger to Isabella's heart. She fought to maintain her composure, pretending to be engrossed in James' stories, but inside, she was seething.

"How can he be on a date?" she thought bitterly. "Chris never took me out on a date. Yet here he is, wining and dining someone else."

As usual, after the date, James drove Isabella back to her apartment. They shared a lingering kiss in the car, but Isabella's mind was elsewhere.

Isabella stepped out of the car. As she watched James drive away, she felt a pang of sadness mixed with determination.

Instead of going to her apartment, Isabella got into her car and drove to Malibu Beach, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She pulled up to Chris's bachelor pad by the beach, her heart pounding in her chest. She marched up to the door and knocked.

Chris opened the door, and before he could say anything, Isabella lashed out, throwing her hands over him, crying and screaming in anger. "You said you don't date women, and you were on a fucking date!" she shouted.

Chris didn't say a word. Instead, he took her in, closed the door, and pinned her against it. With a small pause gazing into her eyes, his lips crashed onto hers.

Isabella tried to resist, mumbling, "No," between kisses, but she found herself kissing him back with equal fervor. "No," she said again, her resolve weakening as their lips met once more.

Chris backed off slightly, freeing her hands. "No," she repeated, but her actions betrayed her words as she reached for him, pulling him into another kiss. She couldn't help herself, her need for him overpowering her anger.

Chris pulled her up into his arms, his kisses never ceasing. He took off her floral dress, throwing it aside as they continued to kiss passionately. Isabella jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom.

He threw her onto the bed and quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving her. Isabella watched through her tears, her emotions a chaotic mix of anger, desire, and vulnerability. Chris reached her, tearing off her bra and then her thong, leaving her exposed before him.

He embraced her passionately, their bodies pressed together as they kissed, rolling over each other desperately. Without wasting any time, he was inside her, and they both gasped.

Isabella's sobs turned into moans, her hands gripping his back as he thrusts inside her. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the raw, primal need they had for each other.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust spoke of the complicated feelings they couldn't voice, a dance of passion and pain that neither could resist. The night stretched on, filled with their shared heat and the silent understanding that, despite everything, they were drawn to each other in a way that neither could deny.

Chris was on top of her, his body pressing down, going deep in her tight space. Isabella arched her back, meeting his every thrust with a desperate need. There were no orders, no punishments just the raw, unfiltered connection between them. He fucked her raw and intense as she sang his name begging him to use her.

He flipped her over, and she was on top of him now, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. She rode him with abandon, their eyes locked, conveying all the emotions they couldn't put into words. She rode in desperation, her hands on his chest, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her. Isabella rode his dick like there was no tomorrow in desperation, anger, lust, and love.

For the first time, it was more than just sex it was an unspoken conversation, a release of everything they felt for each other but couldn't express.

He rolled her on her back and got on top of her. Isabella tried to spread her legs but he straddled them together. She lay flat on her back with her legs together as she felt him deep inside her pussy. It was the tightest space, she felt being stretched to her maximum as he fucked her dripping cunt.

His strokes of hunger grew aggressive, pounding her into the bed. She took him with all she had unable to count the number of times she came on his addictive dick. He kept going, she almost passed out but she squeezed herself on his dick with all the energy she could making him surrender his cum deep inside her. He fell on her; she wrapped him and held him inside her.

In the end, as their breaths slowed and the world came back into focus, they lay entwined, holding each other close, their hearts beating in sync. It was a moment of vulnerability and honesty, a fleeting glimpse of what could be, leaving them both wondering what the future held.

Isabella, still tangled in the aftermath of their passion, felt a surge of guilt as she recovered in Chris's arms. She sat up, burying her face between her knees, trying to make sense of everything. Chris, sensing her distress, leaned down and kissed her thighs softly.

"Who was the woman at the restaurant?" Isabella finally asked, her voice trembling.

Chris does not reply.