"You think you're so pure, kukla" I rasped, that familiar rush of depravity unfurling hot in my veins. "But I see the darkness lurking behind those innocent eyes. The hunger for something harsh...unforgiving."
She trembled against me, chest heaving beneath that worn-out tee. So delicate and breakable on the surface, yet with a core of spirit that drew me like a fucking drug.
Isabella whimpered, those lush lips parting on a heated exhalation. The scent of her fear was headier than the finest Arabian perfume. "I-I'm not like you. I don't want-"
"Yes, you do." My fingers tightened around Isabella's throat, not enough to strangle but enough to reinforce who was in control.
"Your body doesn't lie, printsessa," I murmured against those trembling lips. "I can smell the lust baked into your sweet skin whenever I'm near. Your pussy gets so wet just from one look..."
