THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-84| JACK IS OUT OF THE BOX!~

ISABELLA'S POV~

The kiss is a claim—fierce and possessive—before I abruptly pull away, leaving his lips parted and his breathing uneven. Then comes the slow retreat... my footsteps silent as I circle behind him.

His eyes track me over his shoulder until I disappear from view. The air thickens with tension—the only sound being our shared breaths and the faint creak of the couch when he shifts slightly, testing his restraints.

Now, standing directly behind him, unseen by those hungry eyes... I can do anything. And oh—he has no idea what is coming next.

I trace my fingertips in a slow, teasing path from the nape of his neck down to where it meets his shoulder—deliberate, featherlight. Then I cup his throat and tilt his head, exposing more skin like an offering.

I lean in, and the second my lips press against that sensitive spot—right above where his pulse hammers—and I suck hard, a guttural groan tears out of him. His head tips back further instinctively, forcing him to arch into the couch cushions for support.

The sound he makes... deep and ragged... sends a thrill straight through me. That groan—my goodness, it is raw and unrestrained—is pure music to my ears.

I trail my thumb along his jaw, the touch deliberate—testing his reaction. His stubble scratches lightly against my skin, and I feel him instinctively lean into it as a man starved for affection.

Then I kiss under his jaw—a slow, lingering press of lips that makes him tremble. The groan that follows? Music to me. It is satisfying... knowing every little thing I do affects him this deeply.

Power pulses through me as he stays still (bound by those hair ties), completely at my mercy while I explore every sensitive spot on his neck and face—deciding how far to take this next.

The second my gaze drops to his lap—oh, look who's standing there! The obvious tent in his pants is impossible to miss. My lips curl into a smirk, equal parts amused and smug.

He is hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers... A thrill shoots through me. Without breaking eye contact (or looking away from that very prominent bulge), I bite my lip... considering what to do next about it.

I slowly, my body moving with deliberate grace as I rounded the couch to stand in front of him—his eyes—those pleading, all soft blonde lashes and desperate pupils—locked onto mine immediately.

Then lowered myself onto my knees right in front of his bound form. The sudden height difference made him look down at me with those pleading eyes... all soft blonde lashes and desperate pupils.

The way he looked at me... like a man begging without words. It made something warm and possessive flutter in my chest. "Aww," I cooed under my breath, "My sweet blonde baby."

Then I sank to my knees before him, our heights now reversed completely. His breath hitched audibly when I settled between his legs.

I didn't hesitate—my hands slid up his thighs, warm and steady, before coming to rest on his knees. Then I leaned in... pressing a single, soft kiss *right* over the hard outline of him through his pants.

The effect was instant. His entire body tensed—a sharp inhale slicing through the quiet room as air rushed into his lungs. The hitch in his breath was loud enough for me to hear.

My voice came out low and teasing—laced with playful mockery—as I glanced up at through my lashes his face while still kneeling between his legs.

"Looks like Jack is having a...HARDtime there,"I purred, deliberately emphasizing the name of his bulge like it was a person.

The second the words left my mouth? His cheeks flushed crimson, ears turning pink, jaw tightening. That cocky little smirk of mine widened—because wow, did he just turn redder than humanly possible?