Husband With Benefits
Chapter 378: Be Mine

Chapter 378: Be Mine

Isabella sighed as she finished the last bit of her breakfast or rather lunch. Ian Frost was really something else. He had an extreme wit that made people put down their guard and be at ease. He’d sensed her emotional state and quickly changed the conversation topics effortlessly, making her forget her trepidation. It was only as she sat now while he cleared the table that she realized this.

One moment, he would make you feel as if you were totally naked and the next, you could be naked and he wouldn’t know. And that question which was niggling at the back of her mind...was now making her angry.

He was no fool. Then why was he not making things clear? Was he deliberately pretending or keeping her on tenterhooks for the fun of it? "Alright, Isabella. Time to get rid of the brain fog from the amazing se*. Return to your old self." she told herself while grimacing about how to do that. She needed to get clothes.

"Ian? Can you go now and bring me some clothes?"

Ian turned around and gave her a once over, shrugging his shoulders," Why?"

Isabella crossed her arms and glared at him," What do you mean why? Do you think I’ll keep wearing this all day? You tore my top and my... other clothes! The only piece of clothing I have is this shirt of yours that I have borrowed!"

"Believe me, I know you’re not wearing anything under that."

Isabelle shut her mouth. There was something infinitely wrong with the way he said those words. She looked down at the black shirt, making sure that it wasn’t revealing anything. It wasn’t. The biggest reason she had chosen a dark and loose shirt...

He grinned and winked at her," You do realize, my doll, that I dropped my spoon at least thrice just now when we were eating. Do you think I am that clumsy?"

Isabella’s eyes widened as she looked at her lap and then where he’d been sitting as she glared at him," You perv!"

Ian grinned unapologetically and even added," Well, I loved the view."

Isabella narrowed her eyes. This man was too hot for her and his own good. And she might just have the perfect way to fix a fox like him. After all, a fox needed a vixen. Time to channel the inner Isabella.

Jumping off the chair, she walked over to him, and watched as his shoulders stiffened as he sensed her approach. However he did not turn around, focusing on washing the pots and pans. As she approached him, she found the perfect thing on the kitchen countertop.

Swiftly and silently, she delicately cut the back of his shirt from hem to collar, leaving him momentarily stunned as the fabric fell away. Before he could turn around, her hands moved around his own waist as she traced the lean muscles there," Then, I guess I should get something in return, shouldn’t I?"

Deliberately, she placed a small kiss in the middle of his shoulder," I like this view much better. Continue with your chores, Hot Ian. I’ll go and enjoy my view."

With a slight smirk, Ian flexed his back muscles to let her have her wish. After all, it would be fun to have some revenge.

Isabella, however, knew that this was only temporary. Even as she admired the perfect symmetry of the man’s body, she would have to be on her toes to handle him and not let him have the upper hand. Looking down at herself, she had the perfect idea.

Stealthily, she tiptoed out of the room, back towards his room and looked around, finding the perfect thing.

Ian turned around after finishing the dishes and stilled as he saw the vision in front of him. Hot dayum. He’d died and gone to heaven. Could a person die from lust while doing the dishes? He probably had... When he’d heard her scurrying towards his room, he’d thought that he would find her fully clothed, and have to peal each layer. He’d been prepared to do that... But this...

Her eyes met his and she gave him the most innocent look as she widened them. The ’look’ was completly different from the rest of her. The seductress had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and the bottom three, making it gape from the top as well as the bottom, where she knelt on the ground, in the most submissive position. The only thing that kept the shirt in place was his belt around her waist...

As he continued to stare at her, he felt his heart race. In this moment, he accepted he was probably a fish... who fallen hook, line and sinker... She might be literally on her knees but his heart was begging. A girl who could blush like a rose one minute and then challenge him the next... pushing his boundaries and hers.

Ever so slowly, he walked towards her and raised an eyebrow," What are you doing, doll?"

"Me? I’m just sitting..." Isabella drawled slowly before adding,"...sir."

"And what makes you think that I might like this... submissiveness?"

" Am I being submissive?" Isabella asked with her raised chin," or making you submit."

The slight rebelliousness and challenge in her eyes was like an aphrodisiac. She was Aphrodite herself...

Slowly, he knelt on the ground before her, his finger tracing along her collar bone as he slowly pushed the two halves apart, baring her shoulders.

Carefully, he placed a butterfly kiss, in the hollow of her neck, tracing with his tongue, upwards towards her ear. "Do you know what I want to do the most right now?"

Isabella shook her head, but the anticipation in her eyes was like a fuel to the fire within him. Ian smiled slowly, holding her gaze as he leaned close to her, his breath on her neck," I want to mark you... as mine."

He expected her to turn away, to refuse or atleast be angry at the idea of being marked. He did not thinks she would turn her head away and challenge him slowly, "Why don’t you try to do it then?"

It was as if every restraint he had was broken away as he quickly brought her close, the little distance between them disappearing.

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