ISABELLA
I sat rigid in the passenger seat of Rafael’s insane red hypercar as the scissor doors slid down with a soft, luxurious thud. The engine purred to life beneath us, a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through my body. My summer dress was slightly rumpled from his hands earlier, and I could still feel the ghost of his fingers between my thighs, the way he’d pinned me against the wall like he owned every inch of me. My cheeks burned at the memory. The man had no shame.
The car pulled away from my parents’ house smoothly, the powerful machine eating up the road. Streetlights blurred past as we left the neighbourhood behind. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ignore the lingering ache between them.
“You’re quiet,” Rafael said, voice low and amused, one hand on the wheel, the othe
