Isabella’s POV
The shock of it ripped through me like a jolt of electricity, stealing the air from my lungs. The cold didn’t just sting…it burned, slicing through every nerve ending until the shiver became a full-body tremor.
His smirk deepened.
“Oh… sensitive,” Damien murmured, as though he’d just discovered something valuable. His eyes didn’t leave my face, like he was cataloging every twitch, every flicker of defiance or shame.
I clenched my jaw and forced myself not to look away. Not to give him that satisfaction. But the chill was seeping deeper, crawling up my spine and wrapping icy fingers around my heart.
The water spilled in slow, deliberate ribbons, each icy thread slicing over the most sensitive part of me. It wasn’t just cold…it was invasive, crawling down over my entrance
