“Oh, my god, who let this fucking bum in the house?” a teenage Isabel hollered in irritation. Her emerald eyes shone with fire in them as her anger flared like a volcano going off because what was happening.
The house that Isabel was referring to was where she was currently standing. It was a mansion, close to a palace in her opinion. The vaulted ceilings were white and gold, as was the tiled floor. There were ivory columns around in the space that she was in. She was in the lobby of the magnificent house with two male actors; they were shooting a movie. She was trying to choreograph a fight scene; it was her first solo job and she was trying her best not to screw it up. Thanks to the decided bum walking into the shot, she was pretty sure that she not doing the best job of not screwing up. She was never going to hear the end of things from her mother if she messed up on her first run out on her own.
The bum that Isabel was referring to was a young man that seemed to have densely wandered onto the set. He was short, but muscular, like a statue. His short, reddish auburn hair was going off in every direction imaginable, as if he had just rolled out of bed and his hair had a mind of its own. His skin had an olive tone to it and his strange eyes, purple in color, were droopy to the point where it seemed safe to assume that he had just woken up or was intoxicated from something or any combination of things. He was wearing a white v-neck tee-shirt that had been holes in the right armpit, collar, and abdomen. He was rubbing his eye with his large hand, seemingly unaware that he had just stepped into a movie set. He also seemed rather unaware of the danger that he was in by angering Isabel.
“What the fuck?” Isabel shrieked because of her complete and utter annoyance with the situation. “Manny!” she hollered loud and heated enough to get the actors that she was supposed to be leading to back away from her. They were expecting her to burst into flames because of the way her temper ignited.
“Oh, damn it,” the director of the movie muttered. He happened to be Manny and he knew that when Isabel said his name like that, it was nothing good. He actually contemplated pretending like he had not heard, but that would only upset her more, which was just bad for business and the wellbeing of everyone around.
Manny turned around from what he was doing, fixing his sporty spectacles while doing an about-face, to see what was making the temperamental fight choreographer sound like she was going to rip his intestines out, which he and the crew would not put past her. He then spotted the decided “bum” and trotted over to him.
“Kane, what the hell are you doing here?” Manny inquired, his chocolate face twisted in utter confusion. He was much taller than the “bum” that he obviously knew. He was skinny, but looked almost as thin as a rail compared to the bum and his athletic build.
“Trying to get breakfast, but it’s pretty damn crowded…and loud,” the “bum” answered while glancing over at Isabel. He was Kane at eighteen years old. His youthful face, though tired, still managed to look vibrant, as that was just the vibe that he typically gave off. “And hot,” he decided after giving Isabel the once over. Yeah, it was definitely loud and hot. The latter now concerned him much more than the former.
“Don’t even go there, buddy,” Manny said when he noticed what Kane was doing, namely checking out the raven-haired fight choreographer. Considering the fact that it was kind of warm, even in the air conditioned house, Isabel was wearing some short shorts that showed off her milky, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever and a tee-shirt that hugged her torso just right, showing her generous bust size. Her face was nothing short of beautiful, highlighted by usually bright emerald eyes, and crowned off with a flowing river of ebony hair that fell to the small of her back.
Yes, Isabel was very hot, Manny would never argue against that, but she was also…well, Isabel. He suspected that the figure, curves, face, and hair of that woman was to make her tolerable enough to be around when a person knew that at any moment, she could lose her cheery demeanor and destroy everyone in the room. Isabel was like a ticking time-bomb in his opinion. But, she did design one hell of a fight scene and since she was generally good-natured, he did not mind being around her most of the time.
“I gotta go there. What do you think she’d do if I grabbed her ass?” Kane wondered aloud with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Yeah, because we both know girls love it when strange men grab their asses,” Manny remarked sarcastically with a deadpan expression. “She would totally kill you, Kane. And I’m not even talking about a pleasant, wonderful, the pain-stops-quickly death,” he explained as best he could, even though he had a feeling that would not get through to the auburn-haired teen.
Kane shrugged. “Some deaths are worth it,” he said with a yawn. He rudely just opened his mouth wide as he inhaled deeply, not bothering to cover it at all.
“You don’t want to do that. What are you doing here anyway?” Manny inquired a bit forcefully and he hit Kane in his barrel chest with the back of his hand as he posed the question.
“Wasn’t I coming back today?” Kane asked curiously. He looked bemused by the inquiry, obviously thinking that he was back when he said that he would be.
“No, you said next week. You didn’t climb any mountains in a week, right?” Manny pointed out.
“Oh, I changed my mind on that. Ended up going and doing some cliff diving and camping out for a few days. Sorry, I came back early. I’ll try not to get in your way,” Kane promised.
Manny rolled his dark brown eyes, showing his disbelief for that vow. Kane not get in the way? Yeah, and then pigs would fly to the moon, Manny thought. Kane not getting in the way was not something that was believable in any way, shape, or form, even though he knew that Kane would not do it with malicious intent. Trouble just followed Kane and his odd nature.
“Well, gonna go have me some fried eggs,” Kane announced and he was about to walked away, but Manny grabbed him by his broad shoulders.
“Kane, seriously, stay away from Isabel. You’re not gonna like it if you piss her off,” Manny tried to assure Kane.
The auburn-haired teen just shrugged his friend off and Manny knew that Kane was probably going to get himself killed. It was just the type of person Kane was. When he got an idea in his head, no matter how bad it was, he had to go forth and get injured by it. Manny just sighed.
“Kane, she’ll kill you if you grab her ass,” Manny seemed to promise the short fellow.
“It’ll be worth it,” Kane replied with a delighted smile, as if he would welcome death if he got the chance to do what he desired to anyway.
Manny sighed and just shook head, feeling that he was just wasting his time. He might as well just leave Kane to get slaughtered. He was well aware that Kane was going to go harass Isabel, no matter how much he warned the violet-eyed young man. He sighed again and went back to his own work while leaving Kane to his own devices. Maybe if Isabel did not hurt Kane too much, they could all get the scenes shot and be out of there before Kane got upset, not that Manny had ever seen Kane really upset. It was just that he doubted that the eighteen-year-old would take kindly to being beaten up in his own home, even if he was beaten up by a lovely lady.
Kane yawned again and began scratching his head while approaching Isabel, who was still fuming over the fact that she had been interrupted. Her slightly pale face was scrunched up from her fury, but all Kane could think was that she looked beautiful when she was angry. Her emerald eyes seemed to spark with energy; sure, it was murderous energy, but it was still fascinating all the same. Oh, he had to tempt Fate, his mind ordered him.
Isabel was busy blowing off steam by hollering at the two actors that she was supposed to be designing the fight between. They wisely took their scolding, having found out early on that replying to her when she went on a rant resulted in horrible pain along with belittling and demeaning comments toward their manhood. So, the two grown men stood there like toddlers being reprimanded by an angry mother for having broken the rules of the house. And then, the admonishment suddenly stopped.
Isabel yelped out of the blue while her face shifted from fiery anger to unpleasant surprise before settling into homicidal indignation. She turned around on her heel, coming into a right hook punch, which landed right on the cheek of Kane; it was quite the wakeup call. The sound of knuckles meeting bone echoed through the large, open hall and everyone grimaced as the blow landed, crunching upon impact. Kane himself hardly made a sound when the punch connected, but he did fall back almost a whole foot while holding his thoroughly injured cheek. He did not fall to the ground, but his legs wobbled like he was in an earthquake as he rubbed his sore face. Oh, she was a dangerous one, he noted, which only intrigued him more.
“Are you fucking insane!” Isabel screamed at the auburn-haired young man. He had just cupped her rear-end as if it was his property.
“Is that a trick question?” Kane countered with a shameless grin. He had to be out of his mind to do what he just did, they both thought.
“What the fuck is this bum still doing here!” Isabel demanded to know from whoever had an answer, not that she would like the answer considering the mood that she had worked herself into. Any response that did not involve throwing him out would undoubtedly just piss her off more.
“Hmm…a bum, you say,” Kane commented in an amused tone as if she had just told a joke.
“Get out the hell of here before I throw you out,” Isabel stated with a frown. He could tell that she meant those words from the furious look burning in her eyes and if her punch was any indication of her strength, she probably would have no problem throwing his little behind out, he thought. Still, he continued on being himself with her.
“You gonna throw me out of my own house, bella?” Kane inquired with a bit of a pout, as if he was heartbroken to hear such a thing. He was known to exaggerate more often than not as a way to make people feel some negative emotion, but just to be pitiful in his own right. The nickname came out just because she was beautiful and he felt like he was speaking the stone-cold truth when calling her that. She did not take kindly to it, though.
“Your house? Bella?” Isabel huffed in an outrage by what she felt was a scandalous lie with his claim on the house and also the fact that he was acting so casual and friendly with her only served to fuel her blazing anger. She did not even know his name after all and he had already taken all sorts of liberties with her.
Isabel, at the end of her patience already, took another swing at Kane. It seemed like she was actually trying to take his head off with that blow. The whole film crew was grimacing before the hit even landed, appearing as if they had just witnessed the worst train accident of all time. They were expecting that Kane would be down for the count when it finally did crash against his cranium, but found that they had reacted too soon. Kane did an amazing thing; something that everyone else would have thought was impossible. Kane caught Isabel’s fist.
“You only get one, bella,” the tanned male remarked with a proud, almost teasing smile.
Isabel was incredulous and embarrassed by the fact that a perverted bum had stopped her move. She let loose a shrill scream in pure frustration, sounding like a dying bird, while pulling her hand back. Manny decided to step in before Kane made Isabel explode and she subsequently murdered Kane and maybe everyone else to vent her boiling temper. Manny flung his arm around Kane’s shoulders and walked the teen away from the stressed out fight choreographer.
“What about that breakfast you were trying to get?” Manny reminded Kane while pulling him away from Isabel while she was too upset to have the presence of mind to tear them both apart like a hungry lioness.
“Breakfast isn’t all that important when you got girls like that in my house,” Kane remarked with a lecherous grin, having the nerve to wiggle his dark red eyebrows while speaking.
“Look, Kane, Is is having a tough time right now, so try not to bother her. She’s got a lot to prove with this movie and the actors aren’t as competent as I promised her they would be, so she’s really stressed out. Don’t…” Manny was not sure what he wanted to say, so he trailed off at the command that he was attempting to get out.
“Be myself?” Kane offered coolly.
“Yeah! Don’t do that,” Manny implored his friend, desperately begging from what the purple-eyed teen could hear in his voice.
Kane laughed, not taking offense to the plea. He decided to go off and have his breakfast while Manny tried to gain some kind of control over his crew and the set. Isabel was still fuming, her stance tense and stiff as a marble statue while on the inside she was feeling something that could probably equal a solar storm. Everyone eyed her, just waiting for the flames of Hell to radiant off of her and destroy them all. Manny sighed, but he approached the furious teenager and hoped that she did not take her anger out on him. He had to learn to stop working with his insane friends, he thought.
“Isabel,” Manny said in a calm, gentle tone and she turned sharply to stare poisonous daggers at him. He gulped, silently praying that he was not going to get the beating that had been intended for Kane. He knew that he would not survive such a thing.
“Who the fuck was that?” Isabel demanded to know, her hands balled up into such tight fists that her manicured nails were biting into her flesh enough to draw blood. The pain was not even registering to her brain because there was no room for anything in her mind aside for her stress, aggravation, and rising ire.
“That’s just Kane Go. He was supposed to be off mountain climbing for the next couple of weeks,” Manny tried to explain.
“So? What the hell is he doing here?” she inquired, still sounding like a furious dragon. A dragon that no one around would even think to try slaying.
“Oh, this is his house,” Manny replied as if he was surprised that she did not know, even though it was not common knowledge.
Isabel appeared taken back by that, even though Kane had already expressed that the place was his home. She just had not believed it when Kane said it. After all, who could believe that a boy that looked like him could own a place like the one that she was standing in? The house was like a palace and Kane was…well, a bum from what she could tell. He looked like a hobo. Manny would describe Kane more as a vagabond, but the idea was still pretty much the same.
“This is his house?” Isabel echoed in shock.
“Yeah, this is his house. He wanted to help out with my first movie, so he offered up his house for a lot of the scenes. Don’t worry about Kane. He’s harmless,” Manny tried to assure Isabel.
“Harmless? He grabbed my ass!” she pointed out with her eyebrows bent in defiance and rage that he would dare describe that little filthy lecher as “harmless.” It did not help matters that she had on shorts, so he was grabbing meat, not cloth when he groped her.
“Yeah, he’s a weird little guy,” Manny said, as if that excused Kane’s behavior. It more explained the short fellow than anything else.
“Well, keep your weird little guy the fuck away from me. He gets in my damn way again, I’m fucking beating his little ass,” the emerald-eyed female declared with clear sincerity.
Manny shrugged; he did not care if Isabel cracked Kane’s skull really because he did not doubt that Kane would deserve it considering the fact that he had already been warned. Kane was tough anyway. If anybody could handle Isabel, it would be that crazy little guy, Manny figured. Well, maybe he would give a little bit of a hand.
“Just try not to kill him. He’s not only offering his house and a few other locations, but he did give up a nice amount of money for us to make this thing,” Manny explained to Isabel. If Kane died, they would lose a lot of money and might have to stop production. Not to mention, he would have to take time out of his life to attend the funeral for his friend.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me,” Isabel groaned. “I’m not being nice to that little snot,” she vowed. There was no way in hell that she was going to be nice to someone that had violated her person as he had done.
“I didn’t say you had to be. Just don’t kill him,” Manny replied in a nonchalant voice, shrugging his narrow shoulders.
Isabel grumbled, but she did not make any promises. If she had to, she was taking Kane down. No one just took liberties against her person and grabbed her ass as if it was going to go unpunished. She huffed to get it out of her system and then turned to the idiots that Manny wanted her to believe were competent martial artists. They could barely perform a simple kick move! She was going to have to revamp her whole idea to make up for their shortcomings to avoid looking like she did not know what she was doing. She wished that they had the money to hire some stand-ins, considering the fact that she knew a number of people that would jump at such a deal.
Things eventually calmed down and the crew went back to work until Kane came back a few hours later. He looked better, having taken a shower and thrown on some clothes that did not have holes in them, but he still had the air of a vagrant to him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had not combed his hair, so it was still going out in every direction. His clothes, though neat and clean, did add to the feel of him being a bum because his outfit did not seem to match up. He had on a sleeveless tee-shirt with a wild design covering the whole thing; it had an image of sailors fighting off some kind of sea monster in very vibrant colors. He had on cargo pants that were blue fatigues and then to top it off, he was wearing black flip-flops.
“Kane, get of my shot!” Manny pled in an exasperated tone while falling out of his chair to the cool, tiled floor. He knew that the auburn-haired teen was going to be a pest, but he did not think it would happen so soon.
“Shot?” Kane muttered as if he did not know what was going on and then he looked around, remembering that they were shooting a movie. “Oh, yeah,” he said in a dazed tone with a low chuckle.
“You fucking moron, move!” Isabel hollered, even though she did not have anything to do with the shot going on right now. Kane had just rubbed her the wrong way earlier and she took pleasure in getting a chance to scream at him again.
“My fault,” Kane apologized with a slow, sheepish wave while walking out of the shot even slower than that. He seemed to move at the speed of molasses in everything that he did, even the way he talk kind of drawled out like he was stuck in a freeze frame if he had to say enough words.
Isabel growled, upset just with the fact that Kane was alive now that he was acting like snails could move faster than he was doing. She stepped away from what she was doing, namely trying to correct the moves that she had wanted to use in an upcoming fight scene, to go yank Kane off of the set. He yelped when she grabbed him by the crew-neck of his shirt and flung him into a nearby pillar. Kane grinned despite the pain in his back, which was where he had smashed into the column, and Isabel just wanted to let him have it again because of the stupid expression that he was wearing.
“Do you want me to kill you?” Isabel demanded to know. It seemed to be the only explanation for why the slow-moving young man was looking at her in the manner that he was, even though he knew what she could do to him by now.
“Well, I’d go with a smile,” Kane replied, still smiling, even though it did hurt his bruised cheek. The area that she had abused earlier was already a deep, dark purple mark and throbbing at a steady rhythm, but he ignored it. Having had plenty of bruises in his life, he had learned to live with them long ago.
Isabel snarled, hating Kane more with every second that passed and every time that he moved. The crew had a feeling that shooting in and around Kane’s large manor was going to get more interesting with him around and they were right. Things quickly got the point where Isabel’s mood soured before she even saw Kane. It was just like she could sense him within a radius of fifty feet and she would frown before he even got near her. Kane did not seem to notice; or he at least pretended not to notice.
Isabel was actually the only person in the crew that had grown to dislike Kane. When given a chance, everyone found that he had a boyish charm to him and a wonderfully comforting presence around him because he was so easy-going. Many of the women especially found him to be cute and seemed to love when he came to flirt with them, which he did shamelessly with almost every female that he could see. It was clear that he was not serious, but the ladies liked the attention nonetheless from the muscular, athletic young man, all except Isabel anyway.
Since Isabel seemed to have an early warning system when it came to Kane, by the time he came over to interact with her, she was pretty much steaming from her anger with his presence. So, he did not have much time to act or say something really perverse before she beating him over the head with the nearest object, finding her fists to just not be enough to knock some sense into him. Apparently, there was no getting through to him, though.
“Hey, bella,” Kane happily cooed as he slid up behind Isabel. He could already practically see smoke coming out of her ears after having to deal with him for over a week. He loved that Manny was using most of his house and property for his film because it gave him a chance to be around Isabel.
“I’ve told you not to call me that,” Isabel growled through clenched teeth while not bothering to turn around and acknowledge him. He already knew from the past that her face was getting flushed scarlet because of her irritation that he was just there and still breathing. He wondered what it was about his presence that just upset her so much, but he knew that he enjoyed it. She was so absolutely gorgeous when she was upset, after all.
“You’ve told me a lot of things,” he remarked with his usual grin. Everyone noticed that he grinned often and wide while around Isabel. When he was with other people, he smiled a bit, but the expression was never quite a grin.
“Listen to me—” Isabel was interrupted by the little pest.
“Scream my name? I’d love to!” Kane practically howled with a delighted expression lighting up his violet eyes. It was inappropriate lines like that that got him clobbered by her.
Isabel’s eye twitched in pure, burning irritation and she turned around swiftly, punching Kane right in the gut, her knuckles feeling some resistance while her mind was calmed momentary thanks to the blow. He coughed in agony and slid back while putting a hand to his injured stomach. He closed one purple eye from the agony and stared at her with a pained smile. It seemed like all he could do was smile at her, no matter what.
“Oh man, she hits really hard,” Kane muttered to himself. “You know, I’m starting to think that you’re really trying to hurt me, bella,” he commented with a forced laugh.
“Will you just go the fuck away!” Isabel ordered him in a bellow. Her face was bright ruby from the absolute rage that she felt toward him and if she could just devour him to be rid of him, she would have done it at that very moment. Actually, she would have done it days ago.
“I never walk away from a challenge or a beautiful woman,” Kane replied. “Both of which, you are,” he pointed out with a smile.
Isabel just curled her lip in disgust and went to rock him again. She swung on him, but he surprised her and caught her fist that time. She growled in anger; he seemed to make it a habit to catch her attacks after an initial blow. If she could beat him to death right now with her fists alone, she would have.
“You only get one, bella,” Kane commented with a smile and wiggled his burgundy eyebrows at her.
“You’re infuriating!” Isabel screamed while violently yanking her hand back.
“I try my best,” he replied, still in good spirits despite the fact that he was pretty sure he would pissing blood later on.
The raven-haired martial artist only screamed again, leaving the area to avoid having to be around that pest anymore. Kane laughed, even though it was hurting his stomach. Manny came over just to laugh at his friend, as he tended to do after Isabel let the short fellow have it.
“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” Manny asked curiously. He had never witnessed a person take such abuse all for the sake of trying to pick up a woman, no matter how sexy that woman happened to be.
“I love her,” Kane answered with a laugh.
“Why do you always love things that will probably kill you?” Manny inquired in a puzzled tone while shaking his head slightly, being careful not to knock off the plain light blue baseball cap that he was wearing. He did not take his friend’s declaration of love for Isabel as anything more than Kane’s love for mountain climbing or sky-diving, which was how Kane meant his statement anyway.
“I don’t know. How can you not love something that’ll probably kill you?” Kane countered as if that made any sense. He honestly did not know what kept drawing him to Isabel aside for the fact that he had a taste for extreme, dangerous things and she was the very definition of extremely dangerous to him. She was like the opposite end of a magnet for him and he just kept getting pulled to her.
“Trust me, man, stay away from her. Her stress levels are only climbing with every scene that she’s got to change now that she’s figured out I lied to her about how good these morons martial arts skills are,” Manny remarked. Man, he had to tell one whopper of a lie to get Isabel to sign on for the project and he doubted that he would ever hear the end of it from her when the movie was finally done. Hell, she might never work with him again when the movie was finally done.
“Why do you always lie to your friends?” Kane asked more as a joke than anything else, although it was trend for Manny to lie his ass off when he wanted something from his friends.
“How else am I supposed to get you jerks to help me out? I know cool people who don’t give a damn about helping me!” Manny pointed out, chuckling as he spoke.
“Maybe because you’re always lying to us!” the shorter male countered. Hell, Manny lied to him all the time, even though he did nothing but help out when he had the chance to do so. Well, and if he remembered anyway. He was known for forgetting things and getting lost somewhere in the mountains.
“Shut up. Go take care of your stomach. I know it’s killing you.”
Kane only laughed, but that was the truth. He walked off to go take care of his abdomen while thinking of Isabel. He was genuinely attracted to her, even though it was easy to see that she disliked him. He figured that he should be able to wear her down somewhat, believing that he was already in her system, which was why she had such strong feeling toward him. Sure, they were negative feelings, but he had to start somewhere. Maybe her appeal came from the fact that she took his charm and threw it back in his face rather than eating it up like everyone else did. Maybe he wanted her because he could not have her…or maybe Cupid had gotten him. He did not know and did not care. He just wanted that very fascinating and dangerous woman.
Isabel for her part found herself hating Kane with a passion. And every time she thought that she could not possibly hate him more, he did something to prove her wrong. She doubted that she had ever detested someone as much as Kane, especially in such a short amount of time. She could not wait to get away from that annoying little pest. She especially disliked the way that he had a tendency of catching her punches. That irked her to no end.
How could someone that moved at the pace of a glacier react fast enough to catch her attacks? Isabel could not figure it out. Kane dragged around going slower than evolution for the most part, but she could almost never hit him a second time after catching him with the first blow. It was becoming beyond embarrassing to her. After all, she was master martial artist and he was…well, Kane.
Kane, to Isabel’s observation, was a lazy oaf and that was being kind about things. He flirted with everything that had breasts and always managed to screw up a shot, usually by walking through it. Manny joked that he should hire Kane in as an extra and just have him as a running gag through out the movie. Whenever Kane ended up in a shot, it took over a minute to get him to realize his mistake and then it took him way too long to finally get out of the way. He always apologized, but that did not excuse the fact that he was a moron. So, how could such an obvious idiot catch her attacks?
Isabel tried to wipe Kane from her thoughts and get back to what was really important, namely mapping out the next fight scene. She was thankful that she had the peace to get everything together and she rather proud of what she had worked out. When it came time to shoot the scene, she had a feeling that it was going to go perfect. She smiled to herself as the actors got into position and then suddenly her smile vanished, but no one noticed.
“No, no, no,” Isabel muttered in a panic while looking around as if she was expecting a bomb to drop.
“What’s wrong?” Manny asked when he noticed the fanatic look on his fight choreographer’s face.
“He’s coming. Don’t let him walk in the shot,” Isabel ordered harshly.
“He? Who?” the director inquired with a confused look on his face. He did not recall Isabel suffering from insanity, so he wondered what the hell she was currently going on about.
“Who else? Kane,” Isabel growled in anger while making a fist, apparently ready to beat the little snot up before he had even done anything.
“Kane?” Manny looked around. “I don’t see the little guy. I think he went out with a couple of assistances for some beer or something.”
“No, no, no. He’s coming and I know that dumb bastard is going to walk in the fucking shot and I’m going to have to beat the living shit out of the little bitch,” Isabel stated soundly. There did not seem to be any talking her out of that one, but luckily for Kane, he was nowhere around.
Manny thought that Isabel was just being paranoid because they were about to shot one of the big fight scenes of the movie. Kane was nowhere around as far as he knew. The shot was safe…for ten seconds. It would seem that Isabel’s prophecy of sheer doom was right on the money because Kane came in alone right into the shot, right into the middle of the fight.
Kane seemed totally surprised when he was almost kicked in the mouth. He reacted in a split second and avoided the hit, but found himself dodging other attacks. He had no idea what was going on, but he was doing his best not to get his jaw broken.
“KANE!” Isabel hollered in a tone that would have made the devil himself run for cover.
The crew would have all signed sworn affidavits that pure, blue fire rose off of Isabel as marched toward Kane. They all prayed for his soul and then took bets on how she was going to kill him, snapping his neck being the one favored by them. She certainly was wearing a “twist his head off his shoulders” expression.
Kane gulped when he noticed Isabel coming toward him, looking not-at-all happy and not in the way he was used to seeing, while the actors finally stopped attacking him. He looked worried for the first time to all of his guests. He threw a big apologetic grin on his face, seeming to finally realize what he had done that was so wrong. He now knew that he was standing in the middle of her shot.
“Bella…” Kane started to say, but he did not make it passed the little nickname that he enjoyed using for her. That one word did not help his current situation, which the crew believed could best be described as “totally fucked.”
“I told you, stop calling me that!” Isabel bellowed, her wrath coming out full force in her voice, and she came in for the attack that was supposed to be his death.
Kane yelped like a frightened puppy as he barely avoided a thundering straight right hand from Isabel. She kept coming and he just kept dodging, which only served to infuriate her further. Kane was starting to get the idea that he did not want one of her hits to actually connect with him fully, so along with dodging, he started blocking. His forearms were stinging quickly from that course of actions, but he preferred that to his chest and abdomen being punched in and having his bones collapse into his torso.
Isabel only seemed to get madder with every block and dodge from the short male. She changed from throwing punches to some very powerful kicks. Kane made a panicked face as he ducked, narrowly missing having his neck broken with a kick. He flipped out of the way, but she kept coming at him, each kick more deadly than the last. He caught her leg, hoping that they could talk things out before she slaughtered him.
“Bella, I didn’t mean it!” Kane apologized quite sincerely and his voice was laced with desperation for her to accept his words.
“Stop fucking calling me that! And, goddamn it, stand the fuck still!” Isabel commanded while taking her leg back to continue her attack.
Kane looked ready to cry, which further shocked the audience that the pair had considering the fact that Kane had been nothing but jubilant since he showed up, even when Isabel was out to harm him. He blocked Isabel a few more times, but then she came in with her best kick. Kane was not sure what hit him, but he refused to believe that it was a human leg. The sound of her foot crashing against his skull was quite the disgusting crunch and everyone was certain that she had cracked his head open like an egg shell with that move. His head snapped to the side and he collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. He fell to his side, but caught himself on his knees and with one weak hand. He appeared to be in total shock and for the first time did not look at Isabel with his usual cheery playfulness in his regal eyes. He actually looked hurt, beyond the physical pain that he was in and he was in quite a bit of that. It was as if he actually viewed himself as a victim and she the criminal who had wounded him on every level possible.
Isabel huffed, surprising everyone that coal black smoke did not come out of her nose. She felt odd about her seeming victory. She was not satisfied or sated with Kane being on his knees, hurt, and bleeding and it was not because she wanted to pummel him again. She was bothered by his expression and the fact that he was staring at her, not with bright, delighted eyes, but with agony, hurt, and despair. Her throat went dry from his expression and her hands uncoiled themselves without any commands from her brain. Her nerves relaxed in someway, not looking to harm Kane any further, but the nerves also tensed from her current circumstances. She turned away from him, not wanting to see his shocked and wounded eyes anymore.
“You’re such an ass,” Isabel muttered before walking away, hoping that the forming guilt would leave her when she could no longer see him.
Kane did not say anything and remained stunned on the ground. He doubted that he would have been able to move if he really wanted to. The physical anguish and mental shock was keeping him pinned to the ground, but even if those were not there, he still would not be able to get up from the space that he was kneeling on. His emotions, tattered and shattered, cemented him to his place on the vast, lush lawn, which was where the filming had been taking place.
Manny went over to Kane and helped him off of the ground. For a moment, Manny was going to hit Kane with an “I toldja so,” but he could see that it was not the time for that. It was very rare for him to see Kane genuinely hurt, especially emotionally. Apparently, Kane actually felt something toward Isabel and was not just playing around with her for the simple fact that he was a pest of sorts or because she was just damn sexy. Had Cupid managed to shoot the wild man that was Kane? Manny was starting to believe that an arrow was probably in the dead-center of his friend’s heart.
“You okay?” Manny asked Kane with some concern in his voice.
“She hates me, doesn’t she?” Kane muttered, sounding disappointed and appalled with what he knew to be a fact. He did not even have to ask the question, but maybe he was looking for some hope that things were different from what he knew.
Manny wanted to let out a loud “duh!” but it was not the time for that. He helped Kane into the house, which the smaller male did need assistance in doing, while everyone else got thing set back into place to do another take of the fight scene. Isabel watched Kane go off; he was limping slightly. It would seem that blocking her lower kicks with his shins had already caught up with him. She felt a clenching around her heart; damn guilt, she thought with a huff.
It had to be guilt, Isabel told herself almost immediately. Her heart felt like it was being wrapped in barbed-wire, which was being gradually tightened. There was a burning in her throat that most people would have thought was nervousness, but since she was almost never nervous, she marked it off as symptom of guilt as she thought that was the illness that she was currently suffering from.
Why was she feeling guilt about throttling Kane? He deserved it, in her opinion. He had ruined one of the biggest scenes in the movie that she had put a lot of time in. She was just trying to prove herself and he was messing everything up. He was such a jerk. And why the hell did he have to look at her like that! It was not like she had enjoyed giving him what for; it was just to teach him a lesson, so he did not have any right to look at her like that, in her opinion anyway. He was the one that was wrong, she mentally insisted. She had only given him what he deserved. Right, so there was no reason for her to feel guilty, she insisted. It did not stop her from being that way.
Isabel only began to feel worse when Kane resumed his pesky antics the next day, sporting a lot bruises, especially ones on his face. His smile seemed to be the same to everyone as he limped around, except for Isabel. He was finally leaving her alone, which she swore that she wanted, but it was suddenly bothering her. He was not flirting with her, getting in her way, or even grinning that stupid, almost lazy grin at her. He was keeping his distance and that bothered her, which she did not want to acknowledge because she thought that was just plain crazy. Why was she bothered by him getting away from her when that was what she wanted in the first place?
Watching Kane from a distance, Isabel rapidly started to think that the little guy was not so bad. He was pleasant to everyone, even though he did flirt with all of the ladies, but there did not seem anything real between any of them. He threw his money around like water, offering to take everyone out on the town every night, which most people took him up on. He never complained about anything, even if he knew that people were hanging around him just because he paid for everything. He still made his mistakes, walking through the shots and things like that, but they did not seem so major anymore. And Isabel amazingly just seemed to feel worse about herself as she watched him.
She realized that Kane probably thought that she was a jackass. It would explain why he was now avoiding her. He probably hated her now and that did not sit well with her any more than her guilt did. She felt such turmoil inside of her, like her insides were forever falling into a bottomless pit while churning against each other. How could such a pest of a man cause such a reaction inside of her? Maybe it was because he did not seem to really be a pest, she dared to consider.
Isabel felt unsure of herself; it was not a common occurrence. In fact, it typically only happened when she was in the presence of her mother. But, her mother was thousands of miles away and there was a large ocean between them. No, the cause of her current anxiety was not her mother. It was Kane and it seemed like there was just as much distance between them as there was between her and her mother. Yet, there was only a door between them; a rather elaborate, elegantly designed pair of doors, but only a door nonetheless.
The crew was gone, moving on to a new location, but she had stayed behind making the excuse that she wanted to explore Italy for a few days. She assured them that she would meet them back in the States before they needed her again. No one argued with her, knowing Isabel to be a woman of her word and very professional when it came to her business. Besides, there was no way that she would screw up her first time doing her job on her own. She just did not want to leave on a sour note, which was why she was standing outside of the door of the room that Kane was currently in.
Isabel took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. Kane answered in his lighthearted voice, granting whoever was at the door permission to enter. Isabel wordlessly went into the room, finding out that it was little gym. Kane was on the far side of the room, kicking a heavy bag. He had good form, she noted. Apparently, he was not a total idiot, although she would have guessed that he had some intelligence on hand-to-hand combat if she had been looking to give him any type of credit in regards to anything at all.
“Oh, hey…Isabel,” Kane said when he noticed who came in. Saying her full name seemed to come as an afterthought and it did not roll well off of his tongue for some reason. It was almost as if he was speaking another language that he did not know well when saying her name.
“I’m sorry if I’m interrupting,” Isabel replied as he halted his exercise to pay her some mind, although she did not seem to have his full attention.
“Oh, no. I just thought everyone was gone and I needed something to do. Not much fun in this place when I’m the only one around,” Kane explained with a half-smile and a shrug.
Isabel nodded; it was something that she could guess at, but not understand. She imagined that being alone in such a vast mansion was a lonely existence. It never occurred to her that he lived there on his own. But, there were no servants around and Kane did not seem to have any family. She had learned through Manny that Kane’s parents had died less than a year ago in a car accident and his extended family just left him to his own devices because he was sort of the black sheep of them all. He was actually known as “the wild count” by his friends and family. He seemed to like being on his own, but now that she thought about it, he had to get lonely sometimes if it was just him around.
“So, what can I do for you…Isabel?” Kane asked, once again forcing her full name out of his mouth.
Isabel shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet, her black sandals making a slight clicking noise because of the movement. His tone was making her feel uneasy and she felt like she had made a mistake coming to set things straight with him. As soon as that thought entered her mind, she gathered her resolve. She could not leave there, allowing him to believe that she was the devil incarnate. After all, she was actually pretty friendly if given the chance.
“I just came in because I wanted to say sorry,” Isabel informed him, forcing the apology. Despite the fact that she could admit fault if it was necessary, she was not in the habit of apologizing and disliked it a great deal. Her tongue had to force the words passed her teeth, which also tried to offer up some resistance to keep her from speaking that dreaded, awful word.
“Sorry? For what?” Kane asked curiously, as if he honestly did not know what she might be apologizing for. Manny had told him that everything that happened was his fault for bothering Isabel after being told several times that she was under a lot stress and he agreed with that assessment. He was pressing her at a bad time, a bad time that he was vaguely aware of, so she had been in the right to flatten him after a while.
“The way I’ve been treating you. I mean, you’re annoying as hell, don’t get me wrong. But, I’ve been really mean to you and you deserve most of it,” Isabel said and she would have continued, but Kane cut in.
“Um…so, why are you sorry again?” the auburn-haired male inquired since it seemed like according to her it was all his fault too.
“Sorry, this apology isn’t going the way I want it too either. I don’t think you’re a total jerk, though and I don’t want you to think I am,” Isabel explained, going simple to avoid getting into the fact that she did think that he was irksome.
Kane shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t think you’re a jerk at all,” he tried to assure her.
“Okay, that’s good. I don’t want you to hate me or anything,” she said with a small smile. She was relieved and happy to know that he did not think that she was a bad person because she did not view herself as such.
“Hate you?” Kane echoed as if she was insane. Hate her? Yeah, right. It was not possible at all in his opinion. Someone that was interesting and lovely as her could only be a matter of intrigue for him, and that was at the least. He did not even conceive what the most was that could have laid between them.
“You do hate me?” Isabel asked because she could not place his tone.
Kane did not respond. He marched over to Isabel and looked up at her; it was a bit embarrassing to him that she, the object of his interest, was so much taller than he was. It was bad enough that he thought she detested him, but to not measure up physically was not helping him as far as he was concerned. After she had dropped him that last time, he started considering that she did not respond to him as he would like because he was short, which he thought might be seen as a sign of being unmanly. Someone like her probably went for the tall, dark, and handsome type; well, two out of three would not be so bad, or so he hoped.
“You’re kidding, right? Hate you? Yeah right,” Kane replied with a smile and a scoff to brush that idea off.
Isabel almost sighed in relief, but she caught herself. With him standing so close now, she could smell the effort of his workout. It was attention grabbing, in a good way. She eyed him a little bit, finally taking in his form. Yes, he was short, but he was built wide at the shoulders. He was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt, so she could not see his torso completely, but his arms were plainly on display and they were thick and cut with muscle. She suspected that his chest and abdomen was the same. As she recalled punching him in the stomach, she could remember her fist colliding with tight muscles. He was probably ripped under that shirt, she thought; she tried to ignore the excitement that rushed through her with that notion. It did not work.
Isabel flushed at the thought of what Kane looked like without his shirt and then she shook that away before the blush was very noticeable. To get that off of her mind, she did something awkward. She placed her hand on the top of his head and petted him, almost like a pet or a small child, he noted. He did not like that; after all, he already thought that she looked at him as less of a man for his height and now she was petting him.
“Glad we cleared that up then,” Isabel stated with a bright smile as she continued to caress his head. She had a wonderful smile, he noted, but he still did not like what she was doing to his dome.
“Now, we’ve got one other matter to clear up,” Kane commented. He would not have said anything if only she was not petting him like he was some poodle.
“What other matter?” she asked curiously.
Kane’s mouth was on hers before she realized what was going on. Her first instinct was to push him away, but before she could act on that, she noticed that his lips were sweet and gentle against her own. It was not a harsh embrace in any way, but delightful, almost loving. So, instead of forcing him from her, she returned the kiss, pressing his head to her since her hand was already resting on his head. They ended up pulling away for air after a minute.
“God, you are so damn hot,” Kane said in a heated whisper.
“This is what you want from me?” Isabel inquired. She did not sound insulted, only curious. She supposed that it made some sense; maybe he had been being a pest because he thought that she would find it cute. Somewhere underneath all of her annoyance, deep underneath it, a part of her did think that he was just plain adorable.
“If you don’t want it, you’re free to leave right now and never see me again, bella,” he pointed out. He was not looking to force her into anything or even lead her on. If she did not want him, then that was the way things were. He would accept it. He would not like it, but he would accept it.
Isabel seemed to think on the matter for a couple of seconds. Her mind and body were not adverse to the idea of being with Kane. He was a fascinating little fellow with tantalizing body and interesting personality, even if he was a pest. He was not a bad guy from what she could tell. Plus, his kiss was just about the most pleasant thing that she could think of at the moment.
The raven-haired beauty leaned down and planted a blazing kiss on Kane’s soft lips. It was his turn to be shocked; part of him actually thought that she would walk away from him. It was fear-inducing thought that was banished from his skull when her mouth was on his, kissing him fiercely, almost possessively. She cupped his oval-shaped face with her hands and gently rubbed his jaw as their mouths continued to touch in a passionate way like heated whirlpools mixing.
Kane eventually lapped at Isabel delicious, full lips like a cat taking in milk. She gave him what he desired, opening her mouth for him to enter. His tongue attacked hers; the contact intense, making it seem like lightning had shot through them. The energy that she was feeling thanks to him made her want to touch his skin. She moved her hands from his face, caressing his torso with some pressure and getting very annoyed that his shirt was in the way of the terrain that she wished to explore. She decided to move the cotton barrier without his permission, having to break the contact from their kiss to do so. As soon as the shirt was gone, her hands were on his firm chest, her fingers loving the smooth, olive skin.
“Bella…” Kane muttered, panting slightly because of her caressing. It felt like he was being massaged by cool river water on a hot day, even though the rubbing was serving to ignite his desire further. He was not too sure what he really wanted to say thanks to those distracting fingers of her. It would seem that her hands could do much more than bruise his form.
“What?” Isabel asked, almost as if she was annoyed. He was taking her from some rather interesting work in her opinion. He felt perfect; it was the only way that she could think to describe it. Touching him felt like she was touching a solid cloud, soft, but stable and strong.
“Should we go to my room or were you just expressing hatred for my shirt?” Kane inquired, hoping that she wanted the latter, even though he knew how she felt about his clothing.
“Room,” she answered without thinking. It was what she wanted and she did not need to think on it. She was glad that he brought it up or she might have just jumped him in his home gym.
Kane grabbed Isabel by the hand, not having to be told twice. He pulled her out of the gym and they had to go down a long hall that was covered in several paintings; they had been his mother’s decorating scheme, like the ivory and golden walls mimicking the palaces of ancient Rome, but he certainly liked all of it. They even passed a couple of marble statues. Entering his room was like entering a different world from the rest of the house.
Kane’s bedroom was expectedly dirty, clothing thrown about the place, magazines littering the floor, and sporting equipment everywhere. Isabel did not care about the state of the room, not even taking in the setup. She just needed to know where the bed was and it was at the back of the room. She pushed him onto the messy king-sized bed, shifting the black, crumbled comforter more than before. Before he could even figure out what just happened, she descended on him, burying him in a burning, hot, romantic kiss. Her hands returned to a place that they decided was great to be, Kane’s ripped chest.
Kane surprisingly met her energy with…some of his own; it was more energy than she was used to him putting into something. He moved his hands to her shirt, taking apart the buttons, but he was going too slowly for her tastes. She pulled away from him and made short work of her own white blouse, flinging it somewhere behind her to become friendly with his dirty clothes. She also took off her lacy white bra because she did not want to wait for him to do it; it might have taken all night if left to him after all. She would not be able to last that long.
Purple eyes opened wide with appreciation when they beheld the pale bounty that was Isabel’s torso; his mouth followed suit. She smiled softly to herself, enjoying his reaction to her, although it was not an atypical response to her. It just meant a lot coming from him for some reason that she did not know and really had no intention of thinking on right now.
“If you like what you see, feel free to touch,” Isabel whispered to Kane in a seductive tone before placing a small peck to his still-gaping mouth.
Once again, the auburn-haired male did not need to be told twice. His hands began to caressing her and it felt so good, inflaming her passion-fueled body, but he was agonizingly slow. God, was he a tortoise in a past life? He was filling her with desire and ache from his pace.
“Kane,” she said in a growl, expressing her anger and want for him.
“Yeah?” he asked in a distant tone. He was very intent on his current task, touching her and he was focusing on that as if she was some puzzle that he was going to solve come Hell or high water.
“More,” she demanded. She felt like she was on fire and he was only making it worse rather than putting it out.
“More? You want more from me?” he inquired almost as if he was surprised by that, but she knew that he was teasing her.
“Don’t fucking joke around,” she ordered, getting more frustrated thanks to him and his smooth, heavenly touch.
Kane did not take offense to her commanding him and he tried to give her more. She noticed the effort, but he still was not going fast enough for her. He was adding the perfect amount of pressure and touching all of the right places, but dear god, he needed to go faster. She wondered if he was doing it on purpose, getting revenge for all of the things that she had done to him.
“Kane, you bastard,” she hissed and she did not get a chance to scold him further because he was suddenly attached to her, hands and mouth. “You wonderful bastard,” she corrected herself in a long breath.
Isabel actually whimpered like an enchanted puppy as Kane worked her out like he was doing his heavy bag before she showed up, but in a much better way of course. She had never experienced anything like Kane was doing, like he was turning her inside out and playing wonderfully romantic music with her body, making her feel like magic was coursing through her veins. Now, if only he could just pick up the pace to bring the music to the high point, she would never say another bad word against him…that night anyway. Kane continued to pluck her strings, gently and professionally, but never reached the speed that she wanted, but she was too busy panting to scold him for acting as if thick molasses flowed through his veins. She did cry out for more, but he never delivered. She suspected it was because it just was not in his nature to go beyond the pace that he was moving at.
Kane was totally wrapped up in what he was doing, focusing solely on touching Isabel as if it would bring him the answers to the meaning of life. Her pleas never even reached his ears, let alone his brain. He was hell bent on memorizing the perfect, creamy flesh exposed to him with his mouth and hands, especially since he had been granted exploration rights. Being so close to her, he noticed that she smelled like spicy strawberries; the spice undoubtedly came from his actions. As he tasted her, he was certain that he now knew what ambrosia was like or maybe even that he had gone beyond the food of the gods. In fact, as his tongue wrapped around a small, delicate light pink gem, he decided that the king of the gods himself would be jealous of the feast that Kane had before him.
In her frustration, Isabel took control before Kane could wind her any tighter and then just leave her more taught then finely played. The auburn-haired young man merely smiled with a glazed look in his eyes, appearing like he was intoxicated, as Isabel forced him back further onto the bed and then ripped his pants away as if they had been warm-up breakaways that athletes wear. In any other situation, he might have wondered if he would ever be able to wear them again. Under current conditions though, he was glad to be rid of those damned pants. And much to his delight, she got rid of her own damned peddle-pusher pants too and her panties with them.
Kane’s mouth practically hit the floor, having to go through the bed in the process, as she made herself bare before him. Isabel smirked like a predator when she saw his expression, although on the inside she was pretty much mirroring his reaction. She was a bit thankful that she could hide her emotions well because she did not want Kane to get full of himself for the simple fact that she was impressed with all that was him. It just would not sit well with her if he was aware that she thought that he was picture perfect. She guessed that he had been made short just to give him a human flaw.
“Bella…you are a goddess,” Kane stated, sounding in awe of her, as if he actually wanted to worship her.
Isabel found herself doing something quite unlike herself, she blushed at his words. She did not know why or how Kane had gotten such a reaction out of her, but she did not mind it for the moment. She decided to just accept the compliment, flattered that he would openly say such a thing as if it was the stone-cold truth.
“You read that off a matchbook or something?” Isabel teased him when she recalled how to make words.
“Aw, you actually think I can read. Your opinion of me must be on the rise,” he shot right back.
“Shut up,” she playfully ordered him and then leaned down to enthusiastically kiss him before he could say anything else.
Kane’s reaction to the kiss was instant, returning it with fervor as if that was an instinct. The raven-haired female plundered his mouth with her tongue like an enthused bandit trying to steal all his riches. Kane, on the other hand, moved around her mouth like a beach bum looking for a place to take a nap. The two styles did not clash surprisingly enough. Kane took the hint that he was deeply desired by her while Isabel understood that underneath Kane’s sloth-like, annoying nature, there was a man that wanted to be sweet and tender with her. She mentally conceded that he could be just that with her, but she was taking the reins for what was happening that night. Kane did not object, giving into her as he often did when she went to strike him a first time. He just surrendered his will to his goddess.
“Holy shit!” Kane uncharacteristically cursed rather loudly as he was suddenly and seemingly unsuspectingly sheathed in her magnificent warmth. He had achieved Elysium without even knowing it; hell, he certainly had not expected it.
Isabel chuckled a bit, having to force the amused sound out considering the fact that she was really right with Kane on the feeling of their union. Her body was practically singing with joy from connecting with him. He figured there should be a “welcome to paradise” sign somewhere to have at least warned him that things would feel like that. Isabel thought that such a thing would have been a good idea, although the slight tremble in her leg just from mounting him was somewhat of a warning for her. Kane was just caught totally by surprise and was glad that she did not start moving immediately lest he have a major cardio-episode from the shock and overload of pleasure; a heart-attack certainly would have ruined the night, after all. He had to adjust almost as much as she did to their newly discovered state of heavenly bliss. Unfortunately for him, she was faster to get herself together and she began to rock her hips before his mind was ready for the ecstasy shooting through him like a high-speed rifle bullet.
“No, no, no!” Kane begged, putting his hand on her strong thighs with the hope that he would get her to cease her divine actions.
“Too slow, Kane,” Isabel teased him, as if she knew exactly why he was pleading with her to stop.
Isabel persisted, if only to get on his nerves while making her own nerves dance in elation. She did hope that the decision to taunt him did not come back to haunt her with him finishing before she had a chance to do so. Kane implored her for a few seconds to just give him a moment to gather himself, which she did not, and then he was lost forever in a delighted confusion, never able to catch up to her. For some reason, the fact that he just surrendered to her and also never seemed to reach her pleased Isabel and she had to smile to herself because of that.
Isabel’s movements stated soundly that she was the one in charge and Kane could not challenge that; he actually would not have challenged it if he could. He was not looking to compete with her, which was something new to her since the few lovers that she had in life were intimidated by her and tried to keep up or dominate her to prove their worth. Kane seemed to think that he did not have anything to prove. There was some odd form of confidence in his lack of trying, which she noticed and would never figure out why, but she found it sexy. He just lay there for her, presenting himself to her like a sacrifice, which ignited the fire in her veins to the point of boiling.
The most that Kane did throughout their intense activity was reach up to caress Isabel. She was quite all right with him doing that, even though he was still going at his same slow pace. She whimpered and whined as he kneaded all sorts of flesh bits on her body. A sweat built on her powerful form while she made sure to keep going, crashing her hips against his in a steady, mind-numbing rate while he kept on caressing her, revering her with his large, strong hands.
Kane could barely think as time pressed on, along with Isabel, and his body began to sweat from the heat blazing in and around him. He realized before anything was even over that he had been caught in a trap. He was snared and never getting away. She had him, had his soul within her; he was hers. She was now his goddess and he, a lowly, devote worshipper of the divine.
The auburn-haired teen was distracted from his own plight as he noticed Isabel shuddering above him, clenching around him, threatening to tear him from heaven before he desired to leave. She placed her palms on his chest, pressing in his ribs, to keep herself balanced. He did not mind, even though it caused him a little breathing trouble. Seconds later, when she had finally managed to stop seeing nothing but white and feeling liquid bliss course through her body like a raging river, she realized that he was still there for her. She looked at him with tired, but amazed eyes.
Kane seemed to read her thoughts through her emeralds eyes and he just shrugged his shoulders, not sure if he needed to say anything since he doubted that she upset with him for being able to hold off. She frowned, as if she was vexed with him, but then smiled wickedly at him as she picked up her pace. Damn it to hell, he hollered in his mind; she was a demon as much as she was a goddess. Kane gritted his teeth and an almost animalistic growl escaped his throat as he tried to hold on to what little sanity he had left since she was introduced to him. No such luck, though.
Isabel arched her body, came in at a different angle, and yelped in pleasure as she hit a new spot. Kane was so surprised by the noise that escaped her mouth that all thoughts flew out of his head while his essence escaped him. Isabel, feeling the full affect of her actions also, trembled while throwing her head back before collapsing onto Kane in exhaustion. His stocky frame had no problem supporting her. He politely covered her with a sheet that was near his hands.
“Don’t take this as meaning I don’t think you’re annoying or anything,” she remarked with a smile that he could not see because she had her head buried in his comfortable, firm chest.
“Don’t worry, I don’t recall accepting your apology anyway,” he retorted while bringing a hand up to stroke her hair.
Isabel did not respond to that, having fallen sleep right after hearing that last sentence. He was just so comfortable and the way that he was caressing her head had not helped in keeping her awake. Kane stayed awake a little while longer, enjoying having her body against his own. Part of him knew that what happened was a fluke of nature, once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing, but another part of him dared to hope that something more would come of things. After all, the woman on top of him owned him now and he was willing to bet that she was will aware of it. He would have been surprised to find out that she assumed that she was little more than a bit of entertainment for Kane and she could not fault him for that because she was going to tell herself that he had been the same for her.
The next chapter is up to you guys, either a look at Kane and Isabel with their kids as little bits or we go back to our favorite trio.