5
Isla’s POV.
I woke up sore, exhausted, and utterly satisfied. My body still hummed with the aftermath of last night, of Nathaniel taking me, claiming me, owning me in every way possible. But as I stretched beneath the silk sheets, I reminded myself that I wasn’t supposed to be this affected.
I wasn’t supposed to crave him like this.
The bedroom was empty. Nathaniel had already left, as usual, never one to linger in bed. That was fine. Better, even. It gave me time to pull myself together, to pretend last night hadn’t shaken me to my core.
I slid out of bed, padding toward the bathroom. The mirror showed a woman who looked thoroughly wrecked—bruised lips, marks on her neck, the glow of someone who had been thoroughly f****d.
I smirked to myself. If Nathaniel thought he had tamed m
