Isabella slipped out of the hotel room just after dawn, her legs still shaky from the long night. Kai had walked her to the door, kissing her so thoroughly that she almost dragged him back to the bed. Instead, she had forced herself to leave, pulling her coat tight around the wrinkled crimson dress.
The town car waited downstairs. As it pulled away from The Meridian, she leaned her head against the cool window and closed her eyes. Every inch of her body remembered him. The way he had pinned her wrists above her head while thrusting deep and slow, whispering how tight and wet she felt. The way she had moaned his name like a prayer when he took her from behind, his hand fisted gently in her hair. “This p***y is mine tonight,” he had growled, and she had come harder than she ever had in her
