Trigger Warning: s****l Abuse
Isabella’s POV
What the hell is wrong with this guy? His words, his smirk—it all screamed insanity. He was clearly a nut job, just like his brother.
“To have your coochie to myself permanently, I will marry you,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. His eyes held a seductive glint, but all I felt was a deep, crawling disgust.
My stomach churned as I glared at him. “You’re nothing but a dickhead,” I snapped, my voice sharp with unfiltered annoyance. “I’ll forever regret letting myself sleep with someone as vile as you—a man with no morals, no decency, no respect.”
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, a wicked grin stretched across his face as his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with deliberate force.
“Morals?” he said, his tone mocking. His fingers trail
