CHAPTER 51
AN OLDER DICK
ISABELLA
His eyes were lost on my body, I could feel them digging holes into my body. His gaze travelled slowly from my face downntothe thin fabric of my night gown, his eyes resting on the swell of my breasts and back up again.
He wasn't even trying to hide it.
The anger from Julien's call was still simmering in my chest, but something else was rising beneath it. Something hotter that made my skin prickle and my breath come faster.
Heat pooled at my core as I drowned in his eyes, suddenly feeling too exposed. The nightgown was white, very light you could see the shape and colour of my erect n*****s by just staring at my chest.
His voice came low across the deck. "Isabella.".
"You're staring," I softly, and I could barely recognise the sound of my own vo
