RAFAEL
She looked like sin on her knees. Isabella knelt in the center of the playroom, still in that soaked yellow bikini, water droplets sliding down her flushed skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, n*****s stiff against the thin fabric, thighs parted just enough to show how badly she was aching. The fear in her eyes mixed with something darker,raw, hungry surrender.
She has no idea what she’s done to me.
I wanted to ruin her slowly and thoroughly until the only name she remembered was mine.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
She rose on shaky legs. I guided her to the large custom bed, pushing her down onto her back. With practiced movements, I secured her wrists to the headboard restraints, then spread her legs wide and locked her ankles to the bottom posts. She was completely open to me no
