ISABELLA
The drive to Rafael’s penthouse was pure, filthy chaos.
I lost count of how many times I came. Rafael was ravenous; one hand between my thighs, fingers deep inside me, the other gripping my hair as he growled filthy commands against my neck. The driver might as well have been deaf for all the reaction he showed. By the time the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. My pencil skirt was bunched around my waist, my red lipstick was smeared, and I was soaked and aching for him.
The second we stepped inside, Rafael’s voice was rough with need.
“On your knees.”
I dropped instantly, heart racing with dark excitement. My mouth was already watering. s*x with Rafael had become dangerously addictive. He knew exactly how to play my
