On the Run

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Finale

Everything in the court room seemed like a blur. Only to things stuck in Isabel's mind. First, the anxiety that racked her body when her eyes met Andreys furious glare. Secondly, The relief that washed over her when the judge proclaimed Andrey guilty of all changes and sentenced to life in a high security prison.

What happened next though, she would never forget. As the guards walked Andrey past her table, he jerked free. Isabel's heart stopped and he rushed her. Mark, who had been sitting behind her, jumped over the half wall at her back. However Andrey was already leaning over the table towards her.

“You think you have won? I will come back for you, I always get what's mine in the end. You belong to me.” He reached out to grab hold of her, but was greeted by her punching him in the nose.

Mark was stuck between being proud with the satisfying crunch Andreys nose made when Isabel hit it and shock. The guards caught up with him then and drug him backwards out of the room cursing and fighting.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked, brushing a strand of brown hair out of her face.

“I’m good.” She responded honestly before adding, blushing. “ I have been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Mark chuckled, “I’m sure you have. Let me see your hand.”

“Later, I just want to get out of here.” Isabel admitted.

“Fair enough.” He kissed her forehead before leading her out.

In the car Mark finally insisted on looking at her hand. He wiped the blood from Andreys nose off of her hand. He was glad to see that while the knuckles were slightly red there was no other sign of damage. He slid his thumb gingerly over the irritated skin.

He leaned forward looking closer at her middle knuckle. He noticed her breathing quicken and looked up to see that her face was right next to his. He leaned in closing the distance. Her lips were warm and soft, and tasted slightly of vanilla.

“I love you.” Mark whispered, pulling away.

Isabel blushed deeply and smiled at him, “We should get going.”

“Okay,” He grinned at her before starting the car.

The drive was quiet. Mark randomly rubbed his thumb across the back of Isabel's hand throughout the drive. When they got back to Marks house Isabel hesitated in the doorway looking over at her apartment.

“Come on in.” Mark encouraged.

“Okay.” Isabel agreed, walking in.

Mark set their stuff on the counter. When he turned around he found her still standing by the door looking thoughtful. He worried about her taking what Andrey had said to heart. He wanted her to know she was okay now.

Mark slid his arms around her waist pulling her to him and whispering into her ear, “You are free.”

“Is that all I am?” Isabel beamed, blushing deeply as she glanced up through her thick lashes.

Mark moaned quietly, “You are so mean to me Izzy.”

“I want to be something else.” She hinted, looking down embarrassed.

“What do you mean?” Mark smiled.

Isabel used her last shreds of bravery to jump into his arms and kiss him herself. Kissing Mark was nothing like kissing Andrey, and she had missed it desperately. She never thought she would crave physical closeness before this.

Mark deepened the kiss, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He slowly made his way through the entrance hall and into the kitchen where he slid her on the counter. Despite her protest he pulled back slightly to see her eyes burning with intensity. She busied herself by undoing his button down before moving on to his pants.

“What do you want to be, Isabel?” He whispered seductively into her ear.

Her back arched as he slid his hand slowly up her skirt. Mark slid his fingers under the waistband of her underwear just as her fingers slid down his solid bulk. He moaned, wanting nothing more than to take her right here right then, but he wanted this to be enjoyable. He wanted to permanently change her view on sex.

Isabel groaned as Mark shifted, hooking one arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees. She wanted him so badly she throbbed with anticipation. She hardly noticed the top down the hall and into his master suite.

“What do you want to be?” He asked again and this time she answered.

“Yours.” She gasped, pulling him back to her.

She could feel the smile spread across his face as he kissed her hungrily. His touch was like electric currents as he slowly undressed her. She slid his shirt and pants off, tracing every muscle, scar, and tattoo they revealed. Then with one quick movement they collided and she gasped in delight.

Mark reveled in the sounds Izabel made they moved together slowly gaining speed. They both came together as one, her crying out in delight as shear bliss radiated through his body. He had wanted this for a long time, and he could never have imagined anything more perfect as he fell into his back. Isabel slid over curling into him, and he was glad that it was just the two of them for tonight.

“You are mine Isabel. I love you.” Mark said gleefully as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too.” Isabel finally admitted what she had been afraid to believe, and she knew the hardest part was over. She had found her family.
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