*Isabella's POV*
His other hand was a vise on my breast, roughly squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers found my n****e, twisting it in a sharp, punishing jolt that sent a bolt of pleasure-pain straight to my c**t.
I was lost. A mindless, whimpering mess, pinned between the hard wall and his even harder body, being f****d within an inch of my life. The promise I'd made echoed in my head, a desperate mantra against the overwhelming pleasure. Don't c*m. But it was too much. The feel of his c**k pounding into me, the hand on my throat, the rough treatment of my breasts... it was a sensory overload, a perfect storm of sensation, and I could feel my control fraying, thread by f*****g thread.
Just when I was sure I couldn't take another second, when the pressure was so intense I thought
