Isabella’s POV
I opened my legs for him.
Just like that. No fight, no words. My thighs shook as they fell apart, the cool air hitting my wet p***y like a slap. I was soaked, dripping. The sheets under me were already getting dark with my juice. My nurse skirt was rolled up around my waist, the stockings were already torn at the knees from kneeling so long. My top was soaked through with spit and c*m, clinging to my t**s like a second skin. My n*****s hurt. They were hard, aching and begging to be sucked, to be touched.
Lucas hovered over me, big and dark and dangerous. His eyes were black now, no light left. Just hunger. His c**k, God, that tattooed monster, was hard again, pressing against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of c*m and spit across my skin. The serpent’s head looked like it
