Becoming Sir by Ella Dominguez Read Free Book Online

nearly killed her husband. They both deserved the money.
    Dylan shook his head and blinked long and hard. “This di scussion is over, Isabel Young. That money is yours. If you want to give it away or burn it when everything is said and done, that’s fine, but for now, things are moving forward as planned.”
    Sarah moved to the far end of the small room, uncomfortable with what was playing out in front of her. Sawyer reached for her hand and pulled her close, feeling the sudden need to protect her as well, though he wasn’t sure what he was defending her from. She hid her face in his chest, but reached a hand out to Isabel and squeezed her shoulder in a gesture of submissive solidarity and acknowledgement of Isabel’s frustration and pain.
    Isabel attempted to scoot away from Dylan but his strong grip pulled her back by her waist.
    “I didn’t make this decision to hurt you, Baby Girl. I love you…” He paused, before burying his face in her hair. “Oh, hell,” he wavered. “We don’t need the stress; not with the possibility of a baby coming.” Isabel shot Dylan a look of surprise for telling their secret. “I told Sawyer today,” he confessed with an apologetic look and Isa’s alarmed eyes softened.
    “It’s wonderful news, C ookie. You two deserve to have a family,” Sawyer smiled down at Isa, knowing that she found the nickname he had given her sweet.
    Isa immediately returned his smile. She had been through so much and come through it stronger, she was the toughest cookie he knew, all 5’1” of her. Hell, she even stood toe-to-toe fearlessly against Dylan in an epic show down of wills at one point. Even in the face of Dylan’s fierce dominance and threat of punishment, she didn’t give an inch. She was a Domme through-and-through when the situation called for it, as well as a submissive, and it was a beautifully sexy and frightening thing to witness.
    Isabel nuzzled into Dylan’s neck when she heard his voice soften. “I’m s orry for doubting your decision, Master. I know you love me and only want the best for me,” she purred.
    Dylan’s hand snaked up to her neck and he planted a passionate kiss on her mouth, their tongues mingling endlessly. Sarah and Sawyer both watched with affection as the couple displayed their love for one another unabashedly. Sarah’s hand came up and rested on his chest directly over his heart, making his pulse thud rapidly against his chest wall. He wasn’t sure Sarah even realized what she had done as her eyes stayed focused on Dylan and Isabel.  He reached his hand around her back and gently tugged her long hair, forcing her to direct her attention onto him. With the smacking sounds and panting of Dylan and Isabel’s rapidly intensifying make out session, Sawyer planted a firm kiss on Sarah’s forehead.
    Her eyes closed and her mouth parted, a soft breath barely heard. When Sawyer pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, the neediness and confusion hard to miss in her penetrating eyes. He studied her thoughtfully for a moment, sensing she wanted more but was afraid to ask, and perhaps even feeling guilty for thinking about it. He decided to remedy her indecision by taking the initiative of offering her more.
    “W ould you like another?” he lifted an eyebrow at her.
    She nodded slowly, still unable to voice her desires.  Yanking her locks harder and wrapping his fingers deep into her mane at the nape of her neck, he ghosted his mouth over her cheek, trailing small delicate kisses along her jawline. He wanted to invade her mouth and to feel her tongue gliding over his teeth, but he could feel her hesitation when her body stiffened. Stopping just shy of her lips, he left a single wet kiss on the corner of her mouth.  Everything around them faded out and only Sarah’s blue irises shone in the romantically lit room.  She blinked rapidly and focused on Sawyer’s mouth, her nails digging into his chest as if insisting on more.
    Unexpectedly and softly, Isabel