"Bend over on the table, Mia Luna. Now."
Nicholas's words rang in Isabella's ears as she stared into his eyes, her heart thumping loudly in her rib cage and her breath stuck in her throat. Nicholas didn't even have to say another word for Isabella to understand what was going to happen if she followed his order.
The punishment he was planning to give her became very obvious to her. Heat pooled into her stomach, and a warm sensation spread through her body as she noticed the unrestrained desire in his eyes behind the dangerous storm. Fuck, it wasn't good. She wouldn't survive it.
"Nicholas, listen. Let's talk. Don't do it." Isabella whispered, her breathing shaky, trying to escape the situation.
But Nicholas remained unshakable as he ordered, his eyes a dangerous storm,
"On the table. Now."
Isabella's soul trembled at his unwavering resolve and the stormy eyes as she recalled their intense, mind-blowing sex from just a few days ago. It was so consuming and so intense.
