By
Steph
Chapter Nine
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Isabelle lay upon the soft covers of her rumpled bed. She could not sleep. There was
this terrible empty feeling lurking within. It had been seven days since she had last
encountered the man that had forever changed her life. She knew this to be the exact
number of days, because she could not help but count them.
This empty feeling was eating away at her very soul. She knew she was in some
way connected to this man and being seperated from him, was clearly causing
her distress.
Isabelle had no idea how to find him,
or if he would ever make his presence known too her again.
She could only wait, But this painful waiting coupled with this raging wanting was killing her.
Isabelle rolled out of bed and dressed in the dark. She had to do something.
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Pik Van Cleaf had finished his duties. He had retrieved the money belt and had seen to the
the proper disposal of the body. Now, hours later he found himself standing here on the
street corner in the darkest hours of the night.
There was a chill in the night air as he placed his hands into his jacket pocket. Pik stood
still and silent as he eyed the darkened window from a distance. It would be so easy to
go to her, yet he could not. Fouchon was aware now and any further contact could
certainly jeopardize her safety. Pik turned and made his way back down the deserted
street to where he left the jeep wrangler.
Isabelle stepped out into the biting cold and was instantly aware of the tall shadowy
figure walking away from her building. Her heart thundered in her chest as she
made her way to where the man had gone. Could it be him ? Could he have been here
watching her window ? Had he been there night after night ? Isabelle wanted to
scream out to him, but she did not.
She quickend her pace and eyed where he had turned the corner. She was trembling.
Not from the cold, but in yearing. Isabelle turned the corner and the street was vacant.
The tall shadowy figure was gone. A great weight of despair washed over her and she
leaned back against the cold stone building.
Isabelle closed her eyes and stood there for the longest time, not wanting to go, but
neither wanting to stay. She was so deep in her troubled thoughts that she did not
realize that someone was standing a few feet away, lazily slumped against the same
building.
"Nice night for a walk, eh ?" Pik mumbled. Isabelle stiffened at the voice and her
eyes flew open and she drank in the sight of him.
She wanted to run, shout and scream all at the same time but all she could do was
stare back at him in disbelief. Isabelle gathered her wits and walked towards him.
There was nothing that could have stopped her from going to this man. He wore no
expression upon his face yet his eyes revealed so much. Isabelle watched fascinated
as his jaw muscle twitched. She ached to touch him and to have him touch her. But
Isabelle held her ground.
"Yes, it is a pleasant evening for a walk. Allow me to introduce myself. My name
is Isabelle Grant." Pik eyed her and responded by removing one hand from his jacket
and raising it to her face. He reached out as if to touch her cheek but he made no contact.
"Miss. Grant.....it is a pleasure....Perhaps we could walk together..." Isabelle could
feel his resistence at revealing his name, strange at this moment it did not matter.
He extended his hand and Isabelle did not hesitate. His hand was warm and strong as
he wrapped his long graceful fingers around hers. The contact was overwhelming and
Isabelle could not remove her gaze from his full, lucious lips. She secretly willed him
to kiss her.
Pik smirked as if understanding and pulled her closer until she was leaning against
his lean muscular form. Isabelle could not breathe let alone think as she allowed her
body to melt into his. He consumed all of her senses and ability to form a single
thought. He was lowering his mouth and Isabelle could no longer wait. She would
willingly die a thousand deaths to have this single kiss.
Van Cleaf obliged. The first brush of his lips upon hers sent shockwaves throughout
her body. He was toying with her, barely kissing her and drawing her lower lip into
his mouth until she was becoming dizzy with desire. Isabelle reached up with her free
hand and traced her fingers along his broad neck and then his jaw line.
He was incredibly soft and warm and she slid her hand around to the back of his neck
and gently pulled his head closer to deepen the kiss. It was bliss as she responded to
him so intensly. Pik moved his tongue inside her mouth and Isabelle was lost.
She tightened her grip on his hand and her other hand slid from the back of his neck
down to his waist and into the folds of his coat until her hand rested upon the barrell
of his silencer that was tucked into his belt.
Pik broke the kiss and grasped her hand away from the gun. He said not a word as
he pulled her just a few steps into the alley and shoved her against the wall.
Roughly he tore at the buttons on her oversized sweater and she did not fight him.
Isabelle gave no thought to the fact that they were in an alley in the dead of night, her
only thought was to feel him inside her. Pik made quick work with the buttons on her
jeans and lifted her up against the wall and held her in his powerful embrace.
Isabelle cried out as he entered her with one upward thrust. She clung to him as
again and again he moved within her bringing her overwhelming pleasure. Isabelle
ran her lips over the side of his neck and jaw and then to his lips. How could it be so
perfect with this man ? He was truly destined to be hers now and for all eternity.
Pik crushed her to him as wave after wave of delicious pleasure coarsed throught his body.
Isabelle joined him in his release and savored it. He leaned against her in
exhaustion and she comforted him.
"Van Cleaf....my name is...Pik Van Cleaf....." He whispered hoarsely against her
ear. Isabelle smiled with satisfaction. He had given his name freely to her.
"Well Mr.Pik Van Cleaf, it is very nice to meet you !" Isabelle whispered into his
ear and he flashed her a devilish grin.