Ingrid's POV
I blink and look at Isaac's face down to his… half-naked body! I rolled over the bed and bumped my face on the floor. I groan and massage my forehead. I turn around and face the ceiling.
"Ouch," I mumbled while massaging my forehead. That freaking hurt! He is now standing in front of me. I covered my eyes. "Go and wear clothes!"
I gasp when he grabs my ankle and carries me upside down. I pinned my hands on the floor. "What are you fucking doing?!" I roared. I get dizzy because of what he did.
"Put me down! My blood will go to my head if you keep on holding me upside down!" I exclaimed loudly. He throws me in the bed. I got up and looked at him.
"You said I can fuck you, right? Then why are you reacting like that, hmm?" he asks. I remember what I offered to grab this opportunity. I have marital duties that I need to fulfill.
I didn't move and waited for whatever he would do to me. After all, I'm indebted to him. If they didn't come, I'm sure my dad would've killed me.
My betrayal was already enough for him to end my life. I look on my left side and make sure my eyes won't see his body.
This isn't the first time I've seen a shirtless man, but why does it feel different now? I'm scared. I close my eyes and try to relax myself even if I'm freaking inside.
He runs his fingers inside the skirt of the dress that I'm wearing. I feel like he electrocuted me with the lowest volt. I feel like his fingers had electricity on them.
"You offer yourself, but you're scared? What are you, a virgin?" Isaac mocks.
I keep silent because it's true. "Don't need to rub the truth in my face. I was trained to be a weapon. My days were filled with deadly training. There's no way that I'll have the time to flirt and have sex."
I move my feet and try to kiss his face, but he catches both of my feet instead. He moves them on his right shoulder and looks at me in the eyes.
"Then you didn't know what pleasure really is, hmm?" he utters, smirking naughtily. I have a bad feeling about this, but I have no right to act modest. I used my body to get his attention.
I have to comply with the conditions I presented. I need his protection and resources to destroy my dad's castle and stop him from destroying innocent lives.
"Pleasure? You have to be kidding me. You really think I'm a blank slate when it comes to that? I'm a virgin, but I—ump!"
My eyes dilated. Our eyes were an inch away. He was kissing me in such a rude and different way. His tongue invading my mouth and coiling his tongue around my own tongue.
I can feel his warmth pressing against mine. I can taste Isaac's saliva through her wild kiss. I moan and close my eyes. I can't take it.
I feel like he's stealing air from my lungs, but at the same time, it feels good. He moves down to my neck. His lips brushed my skin while his tongue was licking it. I gasped when he sucked my skin.
I covered my lips as soon as his palm started stroking my pussy, even if I'm still wearing my underwear. That feels even better!
"Stop! Stop!" I begged. I gather all my courage and speak before I completely lose my mind.
He raises his head and looks at me. He stopped and stood up. "Fuck!" Isaac curses. He turns his back and gets inside the bathroom. I got up and embraced my knees.
I insert my palm inside my underwear. I take it off and look at my fingers. I gulp. "I'm wet. Damn! This isn't me!" I speak to myself.
My body was still in heat and aching for something. I jump off the bed and get closer to the bathroom. I gulp. I can hear his moan inside.
'What is he doing inside? Is he masturbating? Did I turn him on? What am I going to do? This isn't you, Ingrid!'
I gulped and tried to control my urge. I turn back and lean on the cold wall. I close my eyes and do my best to cool down, or else I'll go inside and fuck him.
I can't believe I have a beast inside me. I snap my senses back and wait for him to come out from the shower. He is now wearing a bathrobe. I was sitting on the couch. I look at his eyes.
"Can we talk? We have to speak for the things that we needed as this hellish relationship had finally sailed."
He sits on the other side and grabs the remote of his TV. He chooses a horror film from Netflix.
"What kind of shit are we going to talk about? We're already living in shit. Now tell me, is there anything we need to discuss?" he asks.
Isaac's eyes were lonely, lifeless, and had a deep wrath that was as calm as the ocean. The calmer the anger was, the deadlier it would be. I learned that from my mother.
"You really think we don't have anything that we should discuss?" I coldly ask.
He smirks, and that turns into a scary laugh. I'll be scared if I'm a scaredy-cat, but I'm not. "Like what? You already stated your reasons, and I agreed. We signed our marriage contract; that means you'll follow my orders, and if not?" Isaac pauses.
He made a gesture of beheading me. I give him a blank reaction. I know he's expecting that already. "Did you know that you're pissing me off, right?" I remarked. My husband just stares coldly. I know he's testing me.
"I won't set any rules or stupid laws. Those were just shits from television series, movies, or even in books. I might fall for you, and making such rules was stupid," I stated.
Isaac gives me death glares. He finally shows an emotion. I grin. "Not because I will fall; that would mean I'll demand anything. Those are just emotions, and it's normal to feel them, but I'm stupid to be a slave to my feelings. My goal was already set," I assert firmly.
His brow furrows, and he is giving me a piercing gaze. I feel like he's also reading what is inside my heart. I gulp.
"Your goal is what? To die along with your dad, huh? That's quite interesting," Isaac commented. He leans closer. "But mostly, it's fucking stupid, Ingrid," he says.