His Heart (By His Command #9) (billionaire romance / romantic suspense) (7 page)

“
You’re beautiful everywhere,” Jonathan said.

He took his right hand and touched me with his pointer finger. He ran from the bottom to the top of my pussy. I watched. I could feel it and hear the sound of the moisture as he moved. When his finger appeared again, right after touching my clit, it glistened with my wetness.

Jonathan climbed the bed then, positioning himself between my legs.

I watched the engorged tip of his sex coming closer to my slit.

“
Put your hands above your head,” Jonathan said. “And stare into my eyes.”

I broke my stare from our bodies and looked into his eyes. I put my hands above my head and then felt Jonathan reach for my wrists, holding them tight with one hand, just like in the living room area of the hotel room.

His lips curled for a second, his eyes flickered with more pain, hate, and despair that any man could maintain. But Jonathan had my body to comfort himself with and I had Jonathan to comfort me.

Nothing else mattered more in that moment.

He thrust forward and entered me with an intense passion.

I cried out, not caring who heard a thing.

Jonathan was inside me and he held there, offering thrust after thrust. The pleasure spread fast, leaving me crying for Jonathan over and over. His hands were tight on my wrists, growing tighter by the second. When he started to fuck me, he wasted no time, moving deeper and faster. He took himself completely out of me each time he fucked me, leaving me with a slight tingling feeling of hope and need, all before crashing right back into me, bringing back the orgasmic pleasure that threatened to steal my breath.

As he squeezed my wrists, I felt the bones of my wrists rubbing together in a stinging pain. But the pain was welcomed. With each hard thrust into me, my own pleasure quickly reached a throbbing climax that pulled at Jonathan and then offered more wetness than my body knew what to do with. Soon the sound of sex flooded the room as Jonathan hadn’t let up from his intense pace yet.

And he wouldn’t let up.

And that was fine by me.

I kept my eyes locked to his, as commanded, watching everything playing through his mind. This was his offering to me, to show me once again his power, his pleasure. My wrists hurt like hell because of his grip, but I began to realize that it was Jonathan’s way of telling me that he didn’t need handcuffs, blindfolds, or belts to have me submit to him. His fierce grip was enough. His stare enough to keep me focused on him. The thrusts of his body enough to bring me pleasure.

It was everything coming together at once.

And when Jonathan sped up to an even wilder pace, stealing my breath, forcing me to bite on my lip so hard that I tasted blood, I felt him thickening and wanting to come. When he thrust one last time and began to pour into my body, he came down to me and kissed me.

Our lips, our tongues, our desires were all mixed together... along with the climax of our orgasms.

We were completely together.

And even after Jonathan finished coming, he still offered random hard thrusts to me, making sure I knew everything he wanted me to know.

And I did.

I knew how much he loved me.

How much he needed me.

We stopped kissing and Jonathan opened his hand from my wrists. But I didn’t move my wrists. No. I left them together, to show Jonathan that out of everything wrong in the world - in our world - I was not one of them.

In fact, I was going to take care of a problem.

Staring into Jonathan’s eyes, feeling his body against mine, catching my breath, my heart racing, I thought of a plan.

There was a chance to do it. A chance to end it all. My love for Jonathan Black would overcome anything in the way, even Jonathan Black himself.

Twenty minutes later, Jonathan’s strong arms were around me, holding me.

I didn’t sleep.

Jonathan did.

That was perfect.

Because I knew going to sleep (which I eventually did) would lead me to waking up the next day.

And that would be the day I’d kill Katherine.

-11-

I had to be smart.

Very smart.

When I felt Jonathan wake, I woke too. I had promised myself - my body, my mind, my soul - that I’d find a way to wake with him. If I didn’t, the entire plan would be ruined. And I couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t handle the pressure of Katherine, waiting for the next disaster to happen. And I didn’t want to let Jonathan down in any way. If I showed signs of cracking, I feared he’d leave me or do something insane to help me.

Jonathan kissed my shoulder and while I shivered with an orgasmic warmth, I did my best not to move, not to stir. I kept my eyes shut, my breathing as though I were sleeping. I felt him leave the bed, but he wasn’t out of the room. I could feel him standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me.

I knew he was thinking about his rule.

We’d never leave each other again.

We’d be side by side until the mess was over.

I knew Jonathan wanted me to wake up so I could join him in the shower. That’s where he was going because it’s where he went every morning. And the thought of being in the shower first thing in the morning was very tempting. Of course, if Jonathan really wanted that to happen, he would have woken me, commanded me, and I would have hopelessly obeyed him.

Jonathan didn’t wake me and he didn’t command me to the shower.

He instead left the room, leaving the door wide open, which only would work to my advantage. I heard him check the hotel room, testing the locks, and only then did he go to the bathroom. The door shut and a moment later, the water turned on.

This was it.

This was my moment.

I sat up and my heart was ready to climb out of my throat.

Was I really going to do this?

Was I really going to kill Katherine?

Time was wasting. Jonathan wouldn’t be in the shower forever. I had to take advantage of the time I had right then.

I moved from the bed, dressing as fast as I could. I lunged at Jonathan’s closet, digging my way to the back and through his belts. I didn’t care about the mess because there was nothing left to hide. I found the gun and my hands shook as I held it. I practiced for a second on how to open it and check for bullets. Somehow, it felt natural, like I was destined to do this.

I stood from the closet, holding the gun, and as I turned, I saw myself in the mirror.

I looked wild, almost as crazy as Katherine. I ran my fingers through my hair as my other hand held the gun.

“
Do it,” I whispered to the reflection in the mirror. “Do it.”

I hurried from the bedroom and grabbed pen and paper. I wrote Jonathan a note... straight to the point, telling him that a surprise waited for him with Katherine’s room number.

I will love you always, Jonathan Black. Please don’t be angry. Please come the moment you feel it’s right. I’ll be waiting. Our problems will be gone...

With all my heart, all my soul, all my love,

Your Isabella Grace

I read the letter twice and then placed it in front of the bathroom door. I touched the door and thought about trying to sneak in. Just to see Jonathan one last time. To see his perfect body. To smell him. But if he saw me, he’d command me into the shower.

I turned and moved, trying to battle my thoughts that wanted me to slow and really think about things. The hotel door shut quietly behind me and when it clicked shut, it actually hit me.

I was going to try to murder someone.

Someone insane... someone who could very well murder me before I had my chance to get to her.

I hid the gun and went to the elevator.

I was like a machine in motion, moving with the flow of time and energy, only stopping when I got to Katherine’s door. I stood for a few seconds and let it all play out again. Not because I needed to be reminded of all the evil things Katherine had done or what she would continue to do if she wasn’t stopped. I needed something to get my emotions to their breaking point.

And when tears came to my eyes, I finally knocked.

When Katherine opened the door, I fell into her arms. She wasn’t expecting me and tried to push me away. I looked at her and saw shock and fear in her eyes. I fought the urge to smile. Katherine wasn’t the only one capable of playing games and messing with people.

“
Isabella...”

“
Katherine, you were right,” I said.

I backed away from her and wiped my eyes, looking beyond her, making sure my eyes were distant and in pain.

“
Right about what?” she asked.

“
About Jonathan,” I said. “He’s... terrible.”

Katherine’s mouth flickered, fighting a smile. “Oh, no, what happened?”

I looked at Katherine, shaking my head. “He’s terrible.”

“
I know he is,” Katherine said. “I know.”

“
He’s selfish. Greedy.”

“
Keep going,” Katherine said. “Get it all out.”

“
He’s leaving me,” I said.

The lies were so easy, so smooth. Staring at Katherine made it that way. It made my blood boil. It made it so the idea of murder came so easily.

So easily.

“
Leaving you?” Katherine asked.

She looked surprised yet hopeful.

“
Yes,” I whispered. “He told me he found someone else. He found someone with more innocence. More purity. Someone not touched by his mistakes...”

“
Mistakes?” Katherine asked.

I pointed at Katherine and whimpered. “He said you...”

“
Me?”

I nodded. “You’re the mistake. And now, I’m with you.”

Katherine’s top lip quivered, wanting to curl. Her demeanor began to change.

“
I’m so sorry,” I said. “If I caused this...”

“
I hate that man,” Katherine said.

“
I do too. But I can do something... I can get the money, Katherine.”

“
The money. How?”

“
I have ways,” I said. “When I get it, we can split it, Katherine. A billion and a half each.”

“
What about the great and powerful Jonathan Black?”

“
Well...”

I swallowed and reached for the gun. I produced it and held it up a little sideways, making sure I looked awkward doing so.

“
I’m going to kill him,” I said. “I’m going to kill Jonathan Black.”

The words were like poison coming off my tongue. It felt so wrong to say, but looking at the way Katherine’s face lit up, it was certainly the right thing to say.

“
Kill him?” Katherine asked. “Don’t you love him?”

“
Of course I do. Just like you love him, Katherine. But he has to die. He has to be stopped. He has to be stopped from stealing money, hearts, and lives.”

“
Yes,” Katherine whispered. “Yes.”

“
I can do this,” I said. “I can go upstairs, take care of a bank transfer... then pull the trigger.”

Katherine stepped towards me. I froze, not taking the gun away from her reach. I felt like a damn fool and when Katherine touched the gun, I gasped for air. I could have just pointed it at her then and shot. Right? But no. I couldn’t do it. I froze. In my mind I wanted something poignant to happen before I killed her.

But now I had just ruined it all...

Katherine’s hand slid down the gun to my wrist. She turned my wrist gently and then pulled, taking the gun out of my hand. I saw my open hand - now empty - and felt my heart sink.

My chance...

“
Don’t use this,” Katherine said. “Too quick.”

“
Quick? I want it quick.”

I kept my composure. I couldn’t give up now. I had to do this. I had to find a way to kill her. My mind and body wanted something with more suffering, with more pain.

“
Make him suffer,” Katherine said.

She backed away and motioned for me to follow her. I didn’t want to follow her but I did. We went into the bedroom, the same bedroom where she had the security guards begging for their lives.  In the room she found a knife. A long knife, certainly not something offered in the hotel. This was something she brought with her. The blade was long and glistened. It was deadly. It was meant to cut, to kill.

“
Make him feel pain,” Katherine said.

“
I want to do this so bad,” I whispered.

I stared at the knife. I wasn’t taking about Jonathan Black right then, but Katherine didn’t know that.

“
You can watch him die,” Katherine said. “Watch the life pour from him. Oh, Isabella, imagine that feeling...”

I looked at Katherine, into those evil eyes.

I nodded.

Katherine turned the knife around and handed it to me.

I took the knife and held it tight. I pictured myself in the kitchen... stabbing the eggs... it had been the thought, the urge, the need... burning all this time. I thought about Jonathan. His secret meetings. His face looking drained. The madness of our lives... falling in love...

“
Kill,” I whispered.

“
Kill,” Katherine whispered. “You can do this.”

“
Yes,” I said. “I can. Katherine... I can...”

I had one shot, right then.

One shot.

My hand shook and I lined it up.

One shot.

One moment.

I came forward with my hand with all the strength I could muster. Katherine’s mouth fell open and I watched the knife enter her stomach. It was so smooth, much like cutting the egg. The only difference was that I didn’t find resistance like when the knife hit the plate under the egg. This knife went in, in, in, in, until my hand touched her stomach.

Katherine stepped back and fell to her knees.

She gasped for air, touching her stomach. Her fingertips were covered in blood already.

It was happening.

I had done it.

Yes.

“
I love Jonathan Black,” I said. “You can’t stop us. Ever.”