Isabella’s PoV
How could he expect me to breathe with him so close on the bed, his presence a seductive, daunting force? His cologne enveloped me, its rich, musky scent tantalizing my senses, while the intensity of his gaze seemed to penetrate to my very core. The air between us crackled with tension, each moment stretched as though a rain of desire threatened to fall into the room.
Didn’t he realize the effect he had on me, especially with the lingering image of him as my master still fresh in my mind?
He had slapped my labia and kissed me in my bathroom, for heaven’s sake!
Why did he even invite me to sit on his bed when we were supposed to be maintaining our boundaries? After all, he had made it clear that what happened between us that night would never happen again.
I struggled t
