Chapter 3 Finally Mine

In the hotel room, Isabella let out a low moan. She had no idea how much that sound tempted Theodore. As he kissed her, Theodore pressed her down onto the soft bed. The heavy breathing of a stranger brushed against Isabella's ear, making her shudder. But Theodore left her no time to think. His relentless kisses came all at once, overwhelming her. He kissed her with such skill that Isabella instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her reaction was an unspoken invitation, letting his fiery kisses fall over every inch of her body. On the wide bed, their entwined bodies formed a breathtaking sight. It looked like something out of a painting. Right as they were about to become one, Theodore suddenly stopped. He cupped Isabella's face and forced her to meet his gaze. "Look at me. Do you know who I am?" But Isabella's mind was foggy from the alcohol. She mumbled unhappily, "It hurts…" Theodore bit her earlobe insistently, his tone low and commanding, "Theodore Sinclair. I want my name etched into you. Don't you dare forget it." With that, he drove into her in a forceful thrust, utterly domineering. The sudden force tore a gasp from Isabella's lips. The intense pain, together with the overwhelming pleasure, left her dazed for a few seconds. It was a strange feeling. What had frightened her only moments ago now left her secretly yearning to feel it again, as though a demon were luring her deeper into the abyss. When Theodore felt that brief resistance within her, he was both startled and delighted. His movements softened, and his deep, magnetic voice rumbled as he murmured her name over and over. "Isabella… Isabella…" At that moment, his mind drifted back to the first time he had seen her. That day, Theodore had walked in to find his nephew, Alexander, on the couch with a young lady, talking and laughing. She had her back to him, but when the door opened, she and Alexander turned in unison. When Theodore locked eyes with Isabella, he felt his heart race for the first time in 23 years. She seemed almost angelic, unraveling the iron control he had kept over himself for decades. Alexander clearly hadn't expected his return as well. Flustered, he stammered, "U-Uncle Theo… t-this is my friend, Isabella Moore." Theodore had suppressed the sudden rush of desire as he looked at Isabella with a scrutinizing gaze. Eventually, a faint smile touched his lips at her shy greeting. "Hello, Mr. Sinclair." "You're too young to be dating," Theodore had remarked. Almost immediately, Alexander and Isabella had gone pale. At 18, getting caught dating by a relative felt like a serious offense. Then, Theodore had chuckled. "I'm joking. I just came back to pick up a file. Carry on. But Alexander, don't you dare take advantage of her." The young woman who had once seemed timid was now fiery and unrestrained. Isabella bit Theodore's shoulder and warned him. "Be gentle, or I'll dock your pay!" He let out a low laugh and drove deeper. Still, knowing it was her first time, his hands moved gently to guide her. He tried to bring her to the height of pleasure. At the same time, he was worried he might hurt her and feared she might feel the slightest discomfort. In truth, Theodore had wanted Isabella for three years. If not for that accident back then, she would've been his already. Initially, he had returned to the country intending to settle everything before seeking Isabella out. To his surprise, she had come to him herself. And this time, he would never let her go. … They spent the night in unrestrained passion. By dawn, Isabella was completely sober. She felt a twinge of regret that her first time had been with a male escort. Yet, her heart still fluttered when she saw how handsome Theodore was. Worst of all, he was incredibly skilled. When Isabella was on the verge of passing out, a deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear in a murmur. "You're finally mine…" "Yours? Please. I hired you. I don't even know your rate, but with a face like that, you must be pretty expensive," Isabella thought.