ISABELLE.
I swallowed hard, ignoring my racing heart. His voice was cold, possessive, and filled with want, matching the look of desire in his eyes.
I could feel my core tingle with anticipation.
Before I could blink, Matt pushed me up against the wall. I hissed softly as my bare back came in contact with the cold surface.
Wait, this was not the plan, right? I wanted to teach him a lesson for thinking he had the guts to tease me, but here I was, under his mercy.
For someone who had a history of being a womanizer —or so I’d heard- the way he looked at me every time was insane. It didn’t feel like lust, but I had no idea what it was either.
Before I could gather my thoughts together and defend myself, Matt grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around, pressing me against the wall.
