ISABELLA
I found it hard to sleep after my encounter with Agosti and although I would love nothing more than to blame it on the fact that I was still thinking about the gun to my head, I knew I was thinking about him.
The way his dark eyes had caressed my body.
The last thing I had wanted to do was cover it up… I wanted to be worshiped and he seemed like he could do that quite well.
I turned over, sighing as I drew the duvet under my chin, my fingers slipping into it to touch my throbbing p***y.
It did not help that it was a cold night and the object of all my fantasies and desires was a stride away from me.
I wondered if he was thinking about me just as much as the thoughts of him ravaged the recesses of my mind.
My legs parted of their own accord and I let out a pent up breath, my
