Lucas’s POV
She was on her knees in front of me, right where I wanted her. The chair felt hard under my ass, the leather sticking to my skin because the room was hot and thick with the smell of rain, smoke, and her arousal.
Isabella. My little princess. The nurse outfit clung to her like it was a second skin, with a tiny skirt barely covering her ass, white stockings up high into her thighs, the top so tight her n*****s poked through like they were begging for my mouth. Her hair was messy, the nurse cap tilted to one side, and her lips, God, those lips, were pouty and wet, parted just enough for me to see the pink of her tongue.
My c**k was out, hard and heavy in my hand. The second I pulled it free, it slapped against my stomach with a wet sound. The tattoo—a black serpent that started
