ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Lorenzo muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like thank f**k before claiming my lips with his. It was as if whatever leash he had kept on himself snapped because his hands couldn’t stay in one position. He ran them over my body and ignited a trail of fire wherever they touched.
“If you rip this dress, I will f*****g kill you,” I spoke against his lips once I felt his hands at my back. “It is the prettiest one I own.”
“I’ll buy you another.”
“I’ll burn your shirts if you even consider it.”
His lips pulled up in a smirk and I felt his bulge twitch between my legs and I scoffed.
"Don't tell me you're turned on by the idea."
He pulled back and stared at me. “Take it off then but do it quickly.”
He stood there watching me and as much as I wante
