RAFAEL
I closed the bedroom door behind me with a sound that felt far too loud in the quiet hallway. My hands were still tingling from touching her. The sight of Isabella tied to the bedpost, wrists bound in my silk tie, body trembling, tears glistening in her eyes while she came apart on my fingers was burned into my mind. She had looked so beautifully broken. So perfectly mine.
And that was the problem.
I paused at the top of the staircase, gripping the railing tightly. My c**k was still hard, straining against my trousers. I hadn’t taken her fully this morning. I’d stopped myself. Punishment, I told myself. Control.
But the truth was darker.
Every time I touched Isabella, the lines blurred more. She wasn’t just a possession anymore. She was becoming something far more dangerous; s
