Isabella’s POV
"Let go of me!" I snarled, twisting in his grip. My voice cracked with rage and panic, but he didn’t move. His hands gripped my arms firmly—not violently, but with a maddening certainty that made my skin crawl.
I screamed as I tried to pull away from him but he held me tightly in place as he parted my legs open even more.
“Shh," he blew against my folds and a shiver went down my spine. "You're already wet for me yet you're trying to fight me,” he said as he chuckled darkly.
That sound did more things to my body than I cared to admit and that made me sick.
“You really are a sick bastard," I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "Kidnapping me—then shoving your face between my legs like I’m just another w***e? What the hell is wrong with you? Is this your routine? Snatch up
