Mystery of The Night

CH. 9



Isabella was furious as she stormed down the streets of Gotham, she wanted to hit something, kill something in the least. She was tired of being the Joker's little puppet and wanted nothing more than to allow her anger seethe through her. He couldn’t have been so wrong about her, she never embraced what she does she just accepted it. She didn’t have a death wish, she didn’t want to die she wanted to live her life and he was so wrong on accusing her of being in love with it.



Isabella immediately remembered that there was somewhat of a gym at her complex and decided to take all her anger and animosity out on a punching bag.



Once she got there, she noticed that there were a couple people there but she ignored them. She eyed the bag as her newest and latest opponent, a big burly man who was beside her then started to laugh.



"Don't you think you should be in a little different attire sweetheart? I mean to take on something like this may be rough for you size you may be better off on an Exercise bike or something."



Isabella sneered at him and then quickly slammed her fist into the bag causing it to break from it's chain and fly into the huge mirror. She then slowly tilted her head to the side giving him a dark glare as he stared at her in shock and then quickly ran away.



Isabella smirked to herself as she walked over to the other bag and started to punch it, all the memories… All the memories of her past came flooding through her, the visions of her father and his friends abusing her and molesting her, the visions of the only person she ever considered as a mother and the way her father violently killed her nanny in front of her.



Isabella then did a roundhouse kick causing the bag to roughly sway, as visions seared through her mind. Visions of her childhood blasted through her, her body started to tremble with rage and anguish as she imagined her father.



Never once has he cared enough to love her, all he wanted was a son who reigns in terror just like him. All her life she was told of all the things she couldn't do. All her life they would say that she was not good enough or strong enough or talented enough; they all said that she was the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this. They all would tell her No, a thousand times no, until all the no's become meaningless. All her life they would tell her was no, quite firmly and very quickly, and during all those times, all those times of the heart ache, the pain, the resentment, and the anger all those times they would say no the only response was that she could give them was Yes…



She could do it, she could be everything they thought she wasn’t and that she'd prove it to them, they would all learn. Isabella then roughly slams her fist into the bag causing to bust, powder flying all over the place, Isabella then started to cough as the powder started to fly all around her, she then quickly looked around the room and noticed that everyone in the room had left.



Isabella shrugged figuring that she probably scared them off, it wasn’t the first, Isabella then walked over to the locker room and grabbed her purse and then walked back up towards her apartment and saw Ally leaning against her doorframe, with her arms crossed. "Hey…" Isabella looked up at her and gave her a soft smile. "Hey." Ally looked at her worriedly and then shoved herself off of the frame.



"Look we need to talk Izzy."



Isabella looked up at her as she started fishing for her keys. "There's nothing to talk about Ally, I'm tired of thinking about it." Alessandra then glared at her and grabbed Isabella's arm and yanked her into her apartment. "Izzy what happened to you was very traumatic…" Isabella then rolled her eyes as she walked over to Ally's couch and plopped down.



"Yeah? So what! It's not like it never happened before! It's been worse and you know it!"



Ally frowned as she slowly walked over to Isabella and then sat down in a chair next to her. "Yeah but Izzy they literally plunged a knife next to your heart, that has never happened before even your father never went that far." Isabella's eyes then started to well up in tears. "It doesn’t matter Ally, none of this bloody matter!" Alessandra then glared at her.



"Yes it bloody does! Izzy! You keep pushing me away but I'm the only one who understands what you're going through! I think that what ever is going on with you and the Joker is making you loose yourself entirely."



Isabella sighed as she placed her head into her hands. "There's nothing between us Ally, I was merely his worker and I resigned being affiliated with him after that incident." Ally then arched her brow. "Then why were you just beating the hell out of that punching bag?" Isabella then quickly looked up at her to see Ally have a smug expression on her face. "Yeah I saw… Izzy this is very dangerous, he's very dangerous, he knows how to screw with people's minds and I'm almost starting to wonder if sending you into this was a bad idea." Isabella then glared at her.



"He's not screwing my mind Ally! I'm pissed off because of everything! I'm tired of constantly being some bloody rag doll for everyone to throw around! Harvey and You want me to investigate all these people, well that's what I'm doing! Plus now I have two men who I'm entirely confused as to who I care about more and who I want to stay with and they both have these deep dark secrets to them! I have the Bloody Joker off killing people and claiming that he has to because I quitted on him! And I have Batman trying to figure out whether I'm the good guy or bad! Not to also add on anymore but lets shall we? I have been stabbed and practically mutilated and it took me practically a week to fully heal back to normal so forgive me if I'm not so chipper and wanting to answer any bloody telephones!"



Ally then glared back at her. "Yeah speaking of that who is that bloody bloke who keeps coming to your place!? He comes over late at night, and knows how to get into your place when you're not there and doesn’t leave till the next morning! Izzy do you even know what you're doing!?" Isabella then groaned out of frustration.



"Yes I do! I don't need you mothering me Ally, I'm capable of taking care of myself. Jack is a perfect gentleman and he's been nothing but sweet to me so just let it go!"



Ally then arched her brow. "Jack? The Jack that you met at the club that night!? The one with the scars on his face!?" Isabella then nodded. "Yeah is there a problem with that?" Alessandra then scoffed. "Oh bloody hell, Izzy! You have Bruce Wayne going against this Git!? What is wrong with you!? At least if you're with Bruce your set for life! What does Jack do!?" Isabella then glared at her; she couldn’t believe how her friend was acting.



"Bruce is in love with another woman Ally! Me and him are just taking this relationship one day at a time and so what if he can set me up for life! Jack is a great guy, and there's just something about him. I don't care about his scars, just like you don't care about mine! There's a story behind them and he doesn’t deserve to have people ridicule him because of his differences."



Alessandra then scoffed. "Please… he probably got those scars because he pissed off some mob leader! From the looks of him he's probably their hit man and hit the wrong person!" Isabella then rolled her eyes. "Look, I appreciate you worrying about me; I really do but please let me make my own decisions. I'm very torn right now and don't know how I really feel about either of them. Jack was there for me after that whole situation at the Joker's hideout, and Bruce was there for me as well…" she said softly almost slipping about the time she jumped off that building and he bandaged her up, Alessandra then sighed.



"Well then tell me this. Does Jack remind you of anyone? I mean do you get this odd irking feeling when you're with him?"



Isabella didn’t want to say yes to her because if Ally knew that if she felt that way then she'd lash out on her even more and that was the last thing she wanted to listen to right now. "This is a waste of time Ally; no I don't feel any of that." Ally then sighed. "Alright then, if you don't then I suppose he isn’t as bad as he looks. Look I don’t want you to think I'm some stereotypical bitch here but I'm just looking out for you, you and Harvey are the only family I have left and I'm terrified that something is going to happen to you both. Ever since Maverick passed things have been very strained on all of us and we all need each other to stick together." Isabella then sighed and slowly nodded.



"I know Ally, I know."



She said softly as she got up from the couch and hugged her friend. "Just please don't worry about me, I'll let you know if there's something wrong." Ally nodded as she hugged back her friend, Isabella then released her and gave her a fake smile as she rose fully up and then looked over at her door.



"Look luv I'm going to head back to my place I'm kinda tired."



Ally nodded still giving her a worried look as Isabella walked over to the door, gave her a small wave, and then left. Once Isabella was out of Ally's apartment she then walked over to hers, pulled her keys out, and opened the door, as soon as she walked into her dark apartment she then gently shut the door, threw off her jacket, placed her keys on the table and then pulled off her boots.



Her emotions were completely numb, her heart just didn’t feel anymore and that was the only thing she was yearning for.



She then slowly walked up to her couch and then sat down leaning up against the armrest and pulled her knees up to her chest and then wrapped her arms around them as she buried her face into knees and then started to bawl out in tears…



XXXXX



Meanwhile, while this was all going on. The Joker was furiously trying to pick out the proper weapon as to how he was going to kill her; the way she left him was unacceptable he was the fucking Joker! People feared at him, he was damn will determined to make it a point. "Beneath me... I'll fucking show her." He then takes out a double-barreled shotgun, cracks the breech and loads two rounds.



"Put her six fucking feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one."



He growled as he then quickly rose up, he then walked over to the mirror washed his makeup off and took the hair dye out, he and then pulled on his regular clothes and grabbed his dark brown jacket and his shotgun and stormed out of his hideout, leaving his henchmen fearfully worried.



The Joker hopped into this van and sped off towards her apartment, he was determined to see her blood shed tonight, he was going to end her entire being, and beg him not to hurt her anymore. Oh the begging, now that was his favorite and to hear it from her lips will be more than erotic. He was now finally in front of her apartment, and then quickly parked his car, and slung his gun over his shoulder.



The Joker then quickly jumped out of his vehicle and stormed right in, ignoring everyone in the lobby, he was determined to get to her place. Once he was officially in front of her door, he roughly turned the knob and to his surprise it opened, was she expecting him? The Joker shrugged it off and stormed right in, her entire apartment was pitch black save for the three different sized candles that were lit on her coffee table. The Joker arched his brow but saw her back facing him, her knees hugged tightly up against her chest and her face buried into her arms.



As he slowly moved closer to her, he then smirked and pulled out his gun and aimed it at her, he was just minutes away from pulling the trigger until he heard her starting to cry. This completely caught him off guard, why was she crying? She's stronger than this! She's not supposed to break down in tears! She's a fighter, she doesn’t allow her emotions to take over her, he then allowed out a soft irritated sigh, what was the point to kill a wounded animal? There's no fun in it...



He then slung the gun over his shoulder again and then slammed the door shut. Isabella immediately jumped, she then slowly turned around to face him, her eyes widened in surprise to see the dark circles from the lack of sleep become even darker with the candle light. As he stood before her the darker dominant stance he held was the most alluring he has ever looked. Isabella didn’t say a word to him as she rose up from the couch, she was tired… tired of being a people pleaser, tired of feeling this constant numbness, she wanted to feel, she wanted to know what the definition of emotions meant and tonight she was determined to find out.



Isabella slowly walked towards him, ignoring the gun that was strapped on his shoulder. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans; he was completely confused as to what she was doing. The dark look on her face was indescribable, his heart started to race as he watched her prowl towards him, this was a different side to her a side he has never seen before.



Isabella looked up at him and gave him an unemotional look as she was now mere inches from him, she slowly looked up into his dark eyes and slowly lifted her hand up and traced her fingers over his scars. Jack was speechless, she was looking at him curiously as if she was trying to examine ever inch of him. Isabella smirked and then softly laid a gentle kiss on his scarred lips, as she slowly moved away from him she saw that he closed his eyes and was holding his breath. Isabella smirked up at him and gently took her hands into his.



Jack finally opened his eyes, and slowly looked down at her to see her eyeing his gun. "Had a rough day?" she said softly as she started to pull off his jacket and gun, Jack stared down at her completely confused 'What the hell has gotten into her!?' what ever it was obviously really took effect on her. "Something like that…" he said a little unsure, was the conversation they had earlier cause her to be this way? Isabella then smirked up at him and then slowly started to pull him into the living room. "Want to talk about it?" Jack then slowly shook his head. "Not particularly." Isabella then giggled as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Mmm you're tense luv, why don’t we get those old bones relaxed." Jack was in complete utter shock, what was her game!? What was she trying to do!? Isabella then gently moved away from him, then took his hand into hers, and then led him towards her bathroom.



Once they were inside, Isabella slowlylet's go of his hand, then walks over to the tub, and starts the water. "Izzy what's going on!?" Isabella slowly looked back up at him and smirked. "I'm trying to help you relax silly." Jack was in utter shock, this was so not the Isabella he has spent most of his nights with, it was almost as if she allowed the creature inside of her to come out and play, but no… he saw it in her eyes, this was all her.



"Izzy… I thought you said that you wanted to take this slow."



Hell he wanted to take her right now, but he didn’t want to ruin his cover. Funny how he came here with the complete intent on killing her and now here he was standing in her bathroom while she was checking the temperature. Isabella then slowly rose up and then gently walked towards him. "I think you’re a little too over dressed for a warm bath luv." Jack's eyes then widened. "Uh Izzy." Isabella then gently placed her fingers over his scarred lips.



"Shhh… you had a long day Jack. Let me pamper you."



Ok why did visions of Sweeney Todd flash through his mind once she said that?! Jack watched her cautiously he was no dummy he knew that if she really wanted to that she could kill him in an instantly but there was something different about her, Jack couldn’t put his finger on it but a part of him was quietly thanking himself that he placed a knife in his boot just incase.



Isabella gave him a seductive smile as she pulled up his shirt, Jack willingly obliged and lifted his arms up as she pulled his shirt fully off. Jack stared down at her as she roamed her fingertips from his abdomen up to his chest. Jack allowed out a sigh and closed his eyes, his breathing started to become heavier as her fingertips glided over his scars.



"Will you tell me about them?"



She asked a little brokenly, Jack didn’t know what to feel, he was angry because she wanted to hear about his past, and that was something he never wanted to relive. "Izzy I don't want to go there." Isabella looked up at him as tears started to well up in her eyes.



"Please Jack… please show me that I'm not the only one who experienced Monsters. I'm tired of reliving my past, I'm tired of constantly seeing his face when I close my eyes… Show me that creatures like us aren’t always bad."



So that is what this is about, obviously what he said to her earlier really had taken an impact on her, she was having doubts of what she thought she was for the longest time. In all actuality he couldn’t believe that she hadn’t broke yet, he always figured that she was too strong and full of pride to allow herself to fall down to that level… But seeing her now… well? Maybe she really is alone in this world, but there was one problem, he was probably the worst of them all.



"Izzy… my past is… it's not pretty ok? I don't want you to look at me differently because of what my past was."



Isabella then slowly looked up at him. "Do you look at me differently after I told you?" Well she got him there, how was he to respond to that? Did he feel remorseful that her father was nothing but a bastard? No. He didn't feel bad because he saw how strong she had became because of it… yes if her father was still alive he'd make it a point to show him what real pain was, but it seemed like she took care of that part already.



Jack then slowly shook his head. "Not particularly other than the fact that even though you lived through all that, you still were able to remain sane in mind." Isabella softly smiled at him, and then gently lowered her fingertips onto the top hem of his jeans. "These have to go." She whispered into his ear, Jack shuddered as he slowly closed his eyes feeling her soft gentle fingers slowly unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans and then softly pull his zipper down.



Jack's breath was starting to hitch as he felt her slowly move his jeans down to his hips. Yeah… this was much better than killing her, once his jeans were down to his ankles he then quickly kicked them away never breaking his eye contact from her. Isabella smirked up at him and was about to pull his boxers off but he quickly grabbed her hands.



"Uh… let's just keep those on for now ok?"



Isabella looked up at him curiously and then gave him a knowing smile and nodded, she then pulled him towards the tub and was about to pull him in until he stopped her. "Hey, hey, hey, hey… what about you I think you're way to over dressed for our little dress code." He whispered as his arms wrapped around her waist, with her back crashed up against his chest.



Isabella giggled as she slowly moved out of his hold and turned around to face him. "This is for you not for me; I plan on giving you a massage while you soak your muscles." Jack was liking the sound of this already, where the hell has this woman been his entire life!? He then allowed her to pull him into the tub, as he lowered his body into the invitingly warm water he finally sank himself in and allowed out a sigh of relief, feeling his muscles already relax.



He slowly placed his arms up over the rims of the tub and gently lounged back; he then slowly turned his head to look over at Isabella and gave her a daring smirk. "Why don't you come on in here baby, the waters fine." Isabella smirked at him as she gently shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to go get changed and then I'll work on those muscles of yours." Jack slowly nodded as he watched her walk out of the bathroom, he then slowly sighed and leaned his back and slowly closed his eyes.



How was this possible, he was the most notorious man in Gotham and now here he is lounging in some woman's tub enjoying every minute of it. Sure, he had to admit that the little things she would do would affect him, but not to the point where he would ever give up what he does.



He loves the Chaos and Mayhem, he loves hearing people scream in fear from him and trying to run in terror. He never really cared much for relationships, and felt that women were only good for one thing hence the reason Harley was around but when he met Izzy all of that changed.



Ever since Jeanie left him, he had no tolerance for allowing anything out to the other sex but for some reason this woman was capable of pulling that out of him. He the Joker, the Clown Prince of Gotham was slowly starting to admit that there was something about Isabella, maybe it was because she really could understand how his mind worked, maybe it was because since the day he saw her fighting those vampires in front of the bank he secretly claimed her for himself.



He just didn’t know, it made no sense, but yet neither did she… she lived one hell of a life and yet she still followed by that damn one rule… maybe because in a way she was sort of like Batman that allured him to her, but then again maybe that’s what infuriates him about her.



Sure, on a usual daily basis if some girl kept appearing and making the threats she has made he would've done her in already but Izzy? No… Izzy was his, she was more than a toy and she was more than a use for entertainment she was his Yin from his Yang. Just like with Batman, she also completed him, and that he was damn well sure about.



Just then, he saw her come walking back into the bathroom wearing a black spaghetti stringed tank top and a pair of black shorts, her tank top rising up a bit to show her belly button, Jack smirked at this as he watched her open the medicine cabinet and pull out some shampoo and conditioner.



"Ya know Izzy, this bath would be more inviting if you just slipped yourself in here with me."



He smirked, Isabella giggled as she carried her bottles over towards him and then slowly walk up behind him and then gently pushed him forward and then sat down on the rim of the tub with her legs on either side of him. Jack smirked at this as he felt her delicate fingers roam over him. He allowed out a low groan as her fingers started to work on his tight muscles on his shoulders.



"Izzy…"



He said breathlessly, as her fingers started to work up his neck. "Oh damn that feels so good." Isabella smiled down at him as he arched his back; she then slowly moved her fingertips up into his hair and started to massage his scalp… "So Jack… tell me you're story." Jack slowly closed his eyes, becoming puddy into her hands.



"There's not much to tell Izzy, just know that I'm not a good man."



He said in a sleepy tone just enjoying what her hands were doing to him. Isabella frowned as she opened up the shampoo and squeezed the bottle into her and mixed it with her hands and started to massage his scalp again. "There has to be a reason Jack… I want to know more, I want to learn about you." Jack allowed out an irritated sigh. "Why are you so determined to know my past Izzy, it doesn’t matter…" Isabella then slowly nodded.



"It does… Jack ever decision we make, every single movement we make is because of what our past taught us… You know when I go out and fight every night I almost imagine my father ever time… I have nightmares that he keeps coming back to me to seal the deal… I know he's gone but it's like a part of him still lives in me. A part that refuses to go away, just like there's a part of you Jack… a part of you that won't ever leave no matter how hard you try to hide it… what ever it is, it still lives in you and it always will… I don't care what you do for a living luv, but I care about what's going on in that heart of yours, if there is one anymore…"



She whispered, Jack thought over what she said to him and allowed out a soft sigh.



"You want to know how I got these scars? My father… was a drinker and a fiend… and one night he was CraAzier than usual… Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself; he doesn't like that. Not…one…bit. So, me watching–he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and says… 'Why so serious?' He comes at me with the knife, 'Why so serious?!' He sticks the blade in my mouth, 'Let's put a smile on that face!' And…" he then smirks to himself noticing that she stopped massaging his scalp. "I was able to get away from him fast enough before he could do any serious damage, the scars on my chest were from him trying to carve a smile on my face… you see I kept squirming, moving around crazily and he started to slash the knife into me to get me to stop. I was then able to kick the knife out of his hand and quickly ran to grab it. Once I got the knife I accidentally trip, as did my father, he tried to grab my leg to pull me back and in an immediate flash, I accidentally stabbed the knife into his heart."



He then slowly turned around to face her with his dark smirk still morphed on his lips. "You see Izzy we're not as different from each other as you thought…" Isabella stared down at him giving him an unemotional look. "That doesn’t explain how you got the scars on your face though…" Jack was inwardly laughing, she didn’t even flinch or give out a sight of terror once he told that story, maybe she's a lot like him than she thought.



"I was getting to that… you see. I had a wife, she was beautiful…like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks… One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hm?" his voice then suddenly starts to get more frantic. "I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars!" his voice then went back to normal. "So I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…to myself." he then uses his tongue lick side to side. "And you know what?" his voice becomes frantic again as the memories seared through his mind. "She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! You see Izzy, she was pregnant with our first child and was so disgusted with me that she goes and aborts our child… just because she didn’t want our child to see how much of a freak their Dear old Daddy was… So now, I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!"



He then gave her an eerie grin as Isabella stared down at him. "You're wife left you because she couldn’t stand the sight of you? And aborted you're child because she thought you were a freak!?" Jack then slowly nodded. "That's what I said…" Isabella then scoffed. "What a bitch!" Jack couldn’t help the laugh that started to burst out as she grabbed her cup and started to fill it up with water and poured it over his head, cleaning out all the shampoo and conditioner out of his hair.



"No seriously! The Bloody wench goes out and wastes you're hard earned money on a bloody game of chance and get's her damn face cut up because she was stupid and when you try to make her feel better she sits there and accuses you to being a bloody freak! Bloody Wench! I hope she got what she deserves!"



Jack then inwardly smirked to himself. 'Oh trust me she did…´ he then slowly looked back up at her and noticed that she was about to get up, he then quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the tub, hearing her shriek as he does this. Isabella's back was now against the rim of the tub with Jack now right on top of her. "Jack!" she yelled, Jack then chuckled as he leaned down and kissed her. "It's not fair that I've been in the tub all by my lonesome, I want company." Isabella looked up at him and gave him a soft smile as she placed both of her hands on either sides of his cheeks.



"For what it's worth… you're not a freak."



For some reason that actually touched him, usually he would roll his eyes and slit their throats but hearing it from her actually meant something. He stared down at her sapphire eyes and saw the complete sincerity in them, he didn’t see pity that he was actually expecting or remorse but what he did see was an understanding. Jack was then suddenly compelled to have her; he wanted her more than ever and was determined to have her. He then leaned down and crashed his lips against hers; Isabella was in shock at first but then immediately responded and wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.



Jack then gently moaned against her lips as his hands started to find the hem of her tank top and immediately pulled it off of her, and to his surprise she was wearing nothing under it. Jack quickly broke their kiss and stared down at her giving her a devilish grin as he cupped her breasts causing Isabella to gasp as he rolled his thumbs over her tips and gently massaged them. Isabella softly arched her back as Jack's hands then started to roam down her waist and wrap them tightly around her as he crashed his lips against hers pressing their naked chests against each others.



"Jack…"



She whispered against his lips as his hands slowly started to move his hands down to her shorts, halting for a moment to see how she would react and to his delight she only pulled him closer and arched her hips against his. Jack moaned as she did this, and growled against her lips as he pulled her shorts down and threw them off to the side, making free for the whole world to see.



Jack then quickly broke their embrace, slowly looked down to see her, and admirably admired her. She was completely beautiful, her stomach was tight but not muscular and her thighs were so warm and inviting. He allowed out a shallow breath and then looked up at her with a look of ferocity and yearning.



"God you're beautiful."



Isabella giggled as she leaned up against his lips and had a sweet open mouth smile. "You're not too bad yerself luv." Jack grinned down at her and crashed his lips against hers, causing the water to start splashing all around. He slowly licked her bottom lip begging for permission, Isabella slowly opened her mouth allowed his tongue to slide in and fight dominance with hers.



Jack wasn't able to take it anymore and then quickly ripped his lips away from her and then sat up, Isabella looked at him curiously as he gave her a look of determination and rose up from the tub pulling her along with him and then carried her bridal style out of the bathroom.



"Jack! What are you doing!"



She shrieked, Jack smirked down at her and then placed her down so she can stand on her soft carpet he then turned Isabella around to face him. “Hmm… now what should we do since we are in this nice and yet very inviting room where no one is around and practically have no one but ourselves to entertain?” Isabella giggled and shook her head “You're a dirty old man Jack…” Jack smirked and then roughly pushed Isabella against the bed.



“That is Mr. Dirty old man to you…”



Isabella giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck “like that makes it any better…” Jack gave her a devious grin and kissed her softly on the lips. “It should baby; I mean do you think it wise to be sharin a bed with a man who killed his father and self mutilated himself?” Isabella smirked and started to play with Jack's dark blondish brown curly hair. “And do ya think it wise to be sharin a bed with a Dhampir? Especially a very dangerous one…” Jack then roughly grabbed Isabella around the waist and pulled her tightly against him making her look deeply into those dark brown eyes



“I wouldn’t think of any other way…”



He said in a dark growl, Isabella smirked her eyes now glowing a radiant blue and then wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck and kissed him passionately. Jack then pushed Isabella hard enough against the bed to cause her to fall on her back and him to land on top of her and then gently breaking their kiss giving her a devilish smirk. “Well now I say you are in quite a compromising position here Miss. Raven…” Isabella smirked and gently shrugged her shoulders.



“Parlay?”



Jack smirked as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Oh I’ll give you parlay…” He muttered in a dark husky voice, which sent chills down Isabella’s spine. He then quickly broke their kiss, breathing heavily as he stared down at her as Isabella allowed her fingertips to sit on the hem of his very wet boxers. “Damn you're so beautiful…” Isabella smiled and then started to pull off his boxers in a severely slow manner causing Jack to grow anxious and growled pulling Isabella around the waist lifting her back up and gave her a searing kiss and started to grind his hips against hers causing Isabella to moan against his mouth.



“Oh Jack…”



She said softly against his kiss, Jack smirked and broke the kiss looking deep into her eyes with a growing passion “Do you see what you do to me?” he said in a low husky voice, Isabella smiled up at him as Jack then quickly sat up and quickly pulled his boxers off.



Isabella then sat up, pushed Jack against the wall while they’re sitting on the bed, and started to straddle his hips softly kissing him, which turned into a hot passionate kiss.



Jack openly gave into the kiss making a dominate battle between their tongues, he then wrapped his arms around her naked back pushing her closer against him loving every minute of feeling her soft skin against his.



He then started to tangle her long dark hair with his fingers loving the contact of her breasts against his chest. As Isabella broke, the kiss she looked down at Jack’s chest and started to trail her fingertips against his scars, Jack smiled as he saw Isabella’s fascinated look on the one on his bicep and started to trace her fingers over the design



“It's amazing the stories they can tell…”



Jack smiled and placed a fingertip under her chin and pushed her head to look back at him “And now you know all about every single one of them.” Isabella nodded and was pushed back into a deep passionate kiss. Isabella moaned as Jack then rose up his fingertips against her back and then moved them around the front now placing one of her breasts in his hand softly teasing her nipple with the pad of his thumb making her arch her back and grind her hips against his making Jack moan against her lips.



He then softly laid Isabella onto her back and then broke the kiss now leaving trails of hot kisses down her jaw line to her collarbone. Isabella arched her back now placing her hands onto his back as Jack started to nip and suck Isabella’s neck making her let out an inhuman growl causing Jack to smirk against her skin.



“You like that don't you?”



All Jack got for a respond was a loud moan escaping from his lover’s lips making him smirk even more against her neck. Jack then softly nipped her neck again and then proceeded down from her neck down between the valley of her breasts he then placed one of his hands on top of her breast and started to massage it loving how her breasts fit his hands perfectly.



As Jack took her other one and placed the tip into his mouth he softly grazed it with his teeth making her moan for him. “Oh Jack please…” she said breathlessly, Jack smirked and then kissed down to her stomach and noticed a small scar that curved up the side of her stomach to the front and realized that those were one of the scars her father placed on her.



Jack then softly kissed her scar making Isabella giggle as his kisses were tickling her. Jack then placed his hand on her flat stomach, glided his fingertips down to her inner thigh, and started to draw lazy circles driving Isabella crazy.



“Jack… Baby please…”



She said breathlessly, Jack looked up at her from her stomach and saw that beautiful glow the light was giving off on her making her look absolutely gorgeous with her ocean blue eyes glowing that iridescent blue. Jack then climbed back up to look into Isabella’s eyes and smiled kissing her softly on the lips.



“I love it when your eyes do that…”



Isabella smiled and gently glided her fingertips against his chest and then rested them on the waist gently trailing her fingertips against his thigh making him shudder and moan before her. Isabella smiled as she now glided those fingertips against his member making Jack not able to wait no longer.



Jack then grabbed Isabella’s arms and pinned them above her head causing her to smirk at him her fangs now showing, making Jack just wanting her to sink those sharp pearly whites into his neck as he had envisioned many times.



“So tell me… how badly do ya want me?”



He asked in a dark sultry voice against her ear, Isabella shuddered by this close contact and grinded her hips against his. “Jack… Baby please no more games…” she said giving him a half lidded look her fangs still in place. That was all Jack needed to hear and then quickly spread her legs apart with his legs and then in no time he plunged inside of her causing them both to moan at the same time.



Jack started at a steady pace rocking his hips against hers until Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her hips against him “Jack… Baby harder please…” she said softly, arching her back opening her mouth showing those white fangs of hers causing Jack to be driven over the edge making him thrust harder into her practically filling himself inside her. Jack then pulled back and then thrust harder into her causing them both going over the edge.



Jack knew that Isabella was coming close and then proceeded to thrust harder and harder and then gently bent down and start to bite her neck not breaking the skin but enough to make Isabella instantly climax making a complete flash of white light pass before her eyes. “JACK!, OH BLOODY HELL!!” she shouted causing Jack to moan along with her thrusting harder into, Isabella knew that Jack was coming close since his thrusts were harder and his body was shuddering.



Isabella then looked up at Jack and saw him roll his eyes back knowing he was almost there so she quickly looked up at him and softly whispered. "Trust me…" Jack looked at her curiously but then suddenly knew what she meant and nodded, Isabella then lifted herself up and sunk her fangs into his neck softly sucking the crimson liquid that was coming out and before she knew it Jack finally climaxed spreading himself inside of her moaning her name loudly.



As soon as Jack’s climax ended, he collapsed on top of Isabella giving her a passionate kiss wrapping his arms around her waist as Jack licked the bottom of Isabella’s lip she openly opened her mouth allowing his tongue to enter. Jack then pulled his tongue back as Isabella softly bit him bottom lip making two small punctures on his lip having blood protrude through their kiss.



Isabella softly licked his lips making her moan against his mouth now tangling her tongue with his having Jack taste his own crimson liquid was throwing him over the edge and moaned against her mouth. Jack softly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers both lovers breathing hard.



“Damn Izzy… you're the sweetest sin…”



He said breathlessly, Isabella smiled and kissed Jack’s neck noticing the two puncture wounds clot and were no longer bleeding. “And you are my drug… My most addicting, intoxicating drug…” Jack smirked and looked down at her seeing some of his dried blood on her lips and then softly licked it off causing her to shudder, Jack then softly nuzzled her neck and then placed his lips against her ear.



“How do I taste?”



Isabella smiled and then placed her lips against his ear. “Sweeter than rum…” Jack smiled and nipped her earlobe and looked back at her seeing that her fangs were gone and her eyes were no longer glowing.



“Good because from now on you're mine…”



Isabella smiled and gave Jack a light peck on the lips



“I wouldn’t have it any other way…”



She whispered, Jack smiled and then turned to pull a blanket over their naked forms and then rested his head against her breasts using them as a pillow while Isabella softly played his with hair.



Jack smiled while he listed to Isabella’s heartbeat in a slow steady rhythm, which lulled him into a warm deep sleep a sleep that he hasn’t encountered in a long, long time…