Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 323 - Two Hundred And Twenty-three: Define Your Desire

Chapter 323 - Two Hundred And Twenty-three: Define Your Desire

The third point of view:

"Do you think it's time for us to do this?" Pedro asked unsurely, a bit nervous. They had sneaked out of the reception party which was slowly coming to an end and when Isabella had suggested going out for a breather, he had a faint idea what she had in mind - and she sure never disappoints.

She had boarded a room effortlessly since her father owned the hotel - and that was the problem. What if Niklaus hears of this? That scary man would skin him alive, not to mention that her new mother, Reina, was the daughter of a mafia leader. If both parents hunted him down, his corpse wouldn't even be found on the surface of the earth. Gosh, he was nervous; his stomach was knotted with nerves.

"I don't think there's a biological clock for having sex," Isabella answered cooly as usual before swiping the keycard against the sensor and the door clicked opened.

Pedro envied the girl's courage. Don't be mistaken, he carried himself with confidence and charisma, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he finds himself as naive as an idiot - especially when it involves Isabella. He couldn't tell what was about her that made her feel this way.

"Are you coming in or not?"?Isabella stood by the door with her brows arched, snapping him from his reverie.

"I'm coming," He stepped into the devil's hornet with his heart slamming against his chest. Isabella has finally become the death of him.

"Make yourself comfortable," Isabella told him then went to take off her heels.

Pedro looked around the room, it was lavishly decorated and one didn't need to be told it was a deluxe suite. His adam's apple bobbed when his eyes fell upon the king-sized bed - so this was where everything would go down real soon.

"Aren't you feeling hot in those clothes?" Isabella said out of nowhere, startling him.

For a moment there, Pedro was tempted to hang onto his dinner jacket and tell her he was satisfied - he was sweating heavily - but Isabella knew him like the back of her fingers.

"Ah, yes, " He mumbled and was about to work on the single button when Isabella slapped his hands away. He glanced up at her, confused.

"Let me help you with those," She smiled sweetly.

Pedro shivered, not out of pleasure but from the dark promises those eyes of hers held. His heartbeat increased, he would have a heart attack at this rate.

Isabella took off his jacket slowly, making sure her fingers traced down his arms hidden by the shirt. Then she hooked her hand around his neck and brought his head down to kiss him. Though he gave her entry to his mouth, Isabella could sense some tension from him.

"You're nervous," she pointed out, "Like freaking nervous,"

"I can't help it. I feel like a lot of things could go wrong tonight," He said.

Isabella sighed, then got off him, " Wait here," She told him, "I'll be right back,"

With her gone, Pedro was able to breathe. Don't get him wrong, he wanted, heck! He was dying to have sex with Isabella, but for some reason, there was this fear holding him back.

He sat down on the bed and waited patiently, his thoughts wandering here and there in the silence of the room. Contrary to what he thought, It took some time for Isabella to return so he spent it watching television and when she did, came with room service.

"Thank you," She took the tray of champagne from the waitress and tipped her after sensing her curious gaze on them. Isabella knew she recognized her hence bribed her to keep her mouth shut - nobody was destroying her time together with Pedro today.

"Have a nice stay, Madam," The waitress grinned from ear to ear as she left with her trolley.

"Who is that for?" Pedro asked, curiously at the champagne.

"For us," Isabella answered briskly.

Well, that was better. The idea of getting him drunk was a good one except for the hangover part.

"Here," Isabella handed a filled champagne flute to him which he accepted yet his gaze searched for hers.

"You're not drinking?" Well, it's not like she needed it anyway. He was the nervous one here.

"Patience dear," Isabella winked at him and then took off her gown in one swift pull before his very eyes.

Pedro choked on his drink, eyes widening to the size of saucers upon seeing her dressed in nothing but a red sexy thong and bra. Blood rushed to his head and he felt his younger brother stir to life. Oh God, his girlfriend was a demoness.

"Like what you see?" Isabella winked at him again as she caught him staring at her backside. She loved the blush that crept up his face, he looked so adorable.

She couldn't wait to taint his soul, but first, she needed to lower his inhibitions. Her father - damn Niklaus - had done a number on him. She couldn't blame Pedro though, her background was intimidating.

Pedro watched hungrily - he hadn't even realized he now looked like a ravenous wolf - as Isabella filled her glass and walked over, sitting beside him on the bed.

"Let's talk as we enjoy our drinks," Isabella told him.

"Talk about what?"

"Anything. You just have to be the one doing the talking," Isabella told, batting her eyelids sexily.

"I don't know what to talk about," Pedro told her the truth, seeing her almost half-naked was distracting.

"Fine, I'll give you a topic then," she pursed her lips thoughtfully, " How did you feel when I left seven years ago? "

Pedro was startled by that question, he wasn't expecting that. The boy took a large gulp from his flute, replying,

"Disappointed,"

Surprise flickered across Isabella's face, "Why?" She pressed for more details, leaning closer to him, her breast jutting out slightly in the process.

Pedro had a hard time dragging his ears away from the great view set before him, the alcohol must be getting into his head.

"You left me, I thought we were going to be together forever with Anabelle," He chuckled, " I guess I was truly thinking like a kid then.

"So now I'm back, how do you feel? Happy?" She asked, sipping her drink.

"Relieved. I had a chance of fulfilling that dream somewhat," He smiled at her and they both kept staring at each other.

Suddenly, Isabella intentionally took her little leftover drink and poured it all over her chest, "Oops," she said.

Pedro's eyes darkened, watching as the droplets trailed down the swell of her chest while some fell into the deep V.?Isabella smirked, it was time.

Something was happening to him, Pedro noticed. His breath thickened and was faster while his body was on fire.

"Do you want to know what it tastes like?" Isabella intentionally whispered into his ears, her hand sliding into his chest, and smiled at the way his muscles flexed. She kissed his ear, then bit his earlobe and heard him exhale sharply.

"What do you want, Pedro? You got to define your desire this time," she lowered her voice to a whisper, rubbing her soft chest against his toned ones, and shivered at the current that went through them.

Pedro's gaze flickered down to the curvy breasts rubbing him and said," I want to taste you, Isabella, "

She smiled, the snail was finally coming out of his shell. Without warning, Isabella got on his laps,

curled her hand around the nape of his neck and drew his head downward.

Pedro had no idea what to do at first but his primitive instinct took over and he took her nipples through her bra, Isabella gasped from the pleasure.

The pleasant sound from her lips egged him on and he continuously teased her through her bra. Isabella's eyes widened, her boyfriend was a fast learner.

Having gained enough confidence, Pedro's hand went to her back and unhooked the bra, watching her taut nipples with interest mixed with anticipation, like a kid who just found a new source of amusement.?Then his hand closed over one breast, caressing it, Isabella released a sharp gasp - he liked that.

All his life, Pedro had always stayed away from women - Anabelle and Isabella being the only ones excluded from that rule. He had spent his childhood with his mother and watched how she struggled to juggle him and her career altogether and swore to treat her well.

So he focused all his attention on performing well at school and made her proud - never giving her a reason to cry. So while his buddies were busy changing girlfriends as they do to their wardrobes, he was busy improving his skills until Anabelle.

Perhaps, due to the fact he and Anabelle had been friends since childhood, they hadn't rushed into getting physical with each other, plus the fact she had been sickly hence couldn't stress her.

But Isabella? She was fire and he sure was getting burned right now as he took one nipple into his mouth.