**Isabella**
I gazed at the mirror, admiring the beautiful red lace bodycon knee-length dress. It was indeed stunning, but I felt an overwhelming irritation that Razor had bought it, and I had no say whatsoever, even in my clothing. Even now, he was the one who had chosen this dress, and I dared not oppose him.
I was still standing in front of the mirror when I felt strong hands wrap around my waist from behind, his woody, masculine scent teasing my nostrils. Gosh, I wanted him to swallow me whole; he smelled amazing.
His lips were mere inches behind my earlobe, sending electrifying shocks all over my body. "Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous," he husked, sending shivers down my spine. "You're lucky we're going out right now; I would have taken you right now from behind and fucked you hard."
