𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Oliver

We emerged from the narrow passage, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the stifling darkness of the warehouse. I helped Isabella through the debris-strewn alley, her footsteps faltering with each step. Her breathing was shallow and labored.

I guided her towards my parked car, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. The warehouse's grimy windows and the surrounding streets were eerily quiet, the occasional rustle of a stray cat or the distant hum of traffic the only sounds that broke the silence.

"Careful gorgeous Get in," I said firmly, helping Isabella into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's side. I started the engine, the roar of the car breaking the silence. I drove away quickly, my hands gripping the wheel tightly as I drove through the labyrinth of streets, heading towards my safehouse.

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness as I drove, my mind racing with plans for what to do next. Isabella was silent beside me, her eyes closed as she leaned against the window, clearly exhausted. I wanted to give her some comfort, but I needed to stay focused.

I pulled into a secluded parking lot near an old, abandoned building that I used as a safe house. It wasn't ideal, but it would serve its purpose for now. I parked the car and turned to Isabella, my heart aching at the sight of her battered and bruised state.

"We're safe for now," I said softly, reaching over to gently shake her shoulder. "We need to get inside and get you cleaned up."

She nodded weakly, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. I helped her out of the car and supported her as we made our way into the building. The interior was dim and modern, but it was secure, and I had prepared it for situations like this.

I led Isabella to the bathroom, the tiles were cold. "You should get in the shower." I said gently, turning the faucet to let warm water flow. Steam began to fill the room, a welcome contrast to the chill of the safe house. She hesitated, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. I gave her a reassuring smile, stepping back to give her space. "Take your time," I added, my voice soft. "I'll be right outside if you need anything." She nodded, and I watched as she slowly stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her bruised and battered body.

. . .

Once I heard the shower stop I walked back to the bathroom not caring if she was naked, I stood beside her, taking a deep breath to steady my trembling hands. I leaned over and began to gently kiss each bruise on her upper body, my heart aching with every touch. "I'm so sorry baby." I murmured between kisses. "For everything. For all the pain I've caused you. I'll do anything—anything you want. I'll get on my knees and beg. I'll stop killing... I'll—"

My voice broke as I kissed her forehead, but she interrupted me with a whisper, her voice barely audible. "I love you, Oliver."

The words hit me like a fucking tidal wave, leaving me speechless. How could she love someone like me? Someone who had tormented her, who had caused her so much suffering?

"What?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief.

"I love—" She began again, I didn't even let her finish as I captured her lips in a kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the regret, desperation, and passion I felt. My lips met hers with a fervor that spoke of all the things I couldn't put into words.

I gently pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom, I walk into the dimly lit room, the faint light illuminating Isabella's body, which is covered in bruises. The sight of her injuries makes my heart ache, but I know she needs comfort and care. I gently pick her up, cradling her in my arms as I carry her to the bedroom.

My hands moved with careful precision, unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her shoulders, mindful of every bruise and cut. I could feel her body trembling under my touch, not from fear but from exhaustion. As each piece of clothing fell away, I saw the physical evidence of her ordeal, and my heart ached for her.

It fucking ached.

As I laid her down on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness and desire for her. I gently kiss her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips, tasting the salt of her tears. I make my way down her body, planting soft kisses on her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts. I can feel her body trembling beneath my touch, and I know she needs this release.

I continue to explore her body with my mouth, my tongue, and my hands. I kiss her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks before moving down to her stomach. I gently nibble and lick her skin, feeling her body respond to my touch. I can feel her muscles tense and release as I make my way down to her hips.

I spread her legs apart, revealing her pretty pink pussy, which is already wet and ready for me. I can't help but feel a surge of desire as I take in the sight of her. I lean in, inhaling her scent and tasting her sweet honey. I start to lick and suck her clit, feeling her body tremble beneath me. I can feel her getting closer and closer to her climax.

"Oh, god, Oliver. Don't stop," she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

I continued to lick and suck her clit, I even put my tongue in her ass, I was feeling her body tense up as she got closer to her climax. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as she cries out in pleasure. I can feel her juices flowing out of her, coating my fingers and mouth.

"Please..Oliver.." she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction and desire as I watch her come undone. I can't wait to feel her wrapped around me, her pussy clenching around my dick as I fuck her hard.

I move up her body, my cock already hard and ready for her. I tease her entrance with my tip, feeling her wetness coat me. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, and I know she's ready for me.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Isabella. Are you ready?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.

"I need you inside me please." she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet me.

I thrust into her, feeling her pussy wrap around me. I can feel her muscles clenching around me as I start to fuck her hard. I can feel her nails digging into my back as she cries out in pleasure.

"Oh, god, Oliver. Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her hips meeting my thrusts.

I can feel my orgasm building up inside me, my balls tightening as I fuck her harder and harder. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her muscles tightening as she cries out in pleasure.

"I-I love you Isabella..fuck fuck," I groaned thrusting harder, feeling my own orgasm approaching.

And then it happened. We both came at the same time, our bodies shuddering with pleasure as we released our loads inside of each other. she collapsed against me, her breath hot and heavy against my chest.

I gently flipped us over so that she was on top of me, my heart pounding as I looked into her eyes. "I meant what I said, Isabella. I love you. In fact, I don't think I could live without you," I said, my voice filled with raw emotion.

It was then that I noticed her glasses were missing. "Where the fuck are your glasses?" I asked, my fingers reaching up gently caressing her cheek.

She chuckled softly, despite the pain. "Those men took them."

anger welled up inside me. I should have made their deaths more agonizing.