This chapter contains explicit language, mature themes, and emotionally intense scenes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Kian pushed Isabella's dress up and forced her knees apart, his movements rough with need.
He was met with a thin slip beneath her dress; he didn't like the obstruction one bit.
He didn't hesitate as his hands reached out and ripped it apart. The sound of tearing fabric cut through the air, quick and sharp.
"Oh," The sound slipped out as she bit down on her lower lip. Her chest rose too fast, breath tangling in her throat.
Kian did not bother looking up at that moment as his eyes were glued on her slick folds.
He used his thumb to trace the edges, then slowly slid his index finger in. Isabella's breath hitched.
"Ah—" The sound escaped Isabella before she could stop it. Her breath came shallow, quick, her pulse hammering against her throat, as she watched Kian, his movements shameless.
