ALEXANDER MOREAU
She was trembling when I pulled her away from those pathetic hyenas.
Isabella Reyes, or whatever version of her had decided to finally crawl out of hiding looked like a frightened little bird in my arms. Wide eyes behind those new sexy glasses, flushed cheeks, one now noticeably red from being hit, and a body that the new outfit was doing a fantastic job of advertising. She was soft. Innocent. Breakable.
She was a Perfect prey.
I’d always had a weakness for women who didn’t know their own power yet. There was something delicious about watching them realise how fragile they were… right before I made them feel safe. Just safe enough to open up. Just safe enough to trust the wrong man. One night with her would be exquisite. I could already imagine it; those full lips par
