ISABELLA
I woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat and a heavy ache in my chest. The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:41 AM. The master bedroom was dark except for the faint silver moonlight slipping through the curtains. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and glanced at the empty space beside me on the massive bed.
Rafael wasn’t there. A stupid, sharp pang of disappointment hit me before I could stop it. What did I expect? He never stayed to cuddle. He never held me after. He f****d me, ruined me, and then left me to deal with the aftermath alone. That was our arrangement. Cold, efficient, possessive. But last night… last night had been different.
He hadn’t taken me to the playroom. He hadn’t bent me over or tied me up. He had kissed me... really kissed me. Deep, slow, alm
