Isabella’s POV
Fucking Hell what is with these Irishmen and pushing me into the walls.
That was all my brain could process before Asher kissed me. His hand wrapped around my throat as he devoured me.
I felt like I was drowning in his desire and my need to be touched.
With one yank he ripped the outfit from my body.
“Asshole,” I shouted before he turned my body to the wall.“You get something better, banphrionsa.” Asher said as he bit at my jaw.
“Asher,” I moaned as I felt his other hand brush against my wet swollen lips.
“So impatient and ready,” he chuckled as he gently kicked my legs apart.
God this man knew exactly what he had to do with my body.
I laughed. “You are taller than me big fella. Doubt you want to bend down to my level,” I teased. Before I could react he quickly
