ISABELLA.
Michael’s eyes changed the second he ripped his right hand free. The silk scarf tore with a sharp sound that cut through the room. Before I could even react or say anything, he surged up with raw strength and grabbed my waist with both hands now. His grip was tight, almost bruising, fingers digging into my soft flesh as he flipped me over in one fast motion. I landed on my stomach with a surprised gasp, and he immediately pulled my hips up so I was on all fours.
He was breathing hard behind me, chest pressed against my back for a second as he lined himself up. His c**k was still rock hard, slippery from my juices, and throbbing against my ass cheek.
“Isabella…” he growled low, voice rough and needy. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to f**k you like this.”
I should have told h
