Levi’s POV
I adored the way my Isabella yielded to every touch of mine. Yes, she was mine. My Isabella.
Every smile, every tremor, Every moan, I loved. Every time she caved to my influence over her, or as a result of my tender caresses and passionate kisses. The night I saw her radiant and carefree with Franco after our victory in the first race competition, I knew I had to have her soon. All to myself.
I couldn’t resist. I immediately logged into my master account and reached out to her. She belonged to me, and I wouldn’t allow anyone else to claim her.
Despite the responsibilities pulling at me—work demands, and the looming disapproval of my father—I brushed them aside. Nothing mattered except Isabella.
I knew my father would never accept us. Despite the odds stacked against me ha
