During that night Dominic came to whet Isadora had slept off after f*****g her to lie woth her.
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The morning light bled slowly into the room as Isadora didn’t move. Her eyes were open, but her body refused to shift.
Every inch of her throbbed. Her thighs were sore. Her cunt was pulsing. Her n*****s ached from how roughly he’d played with them. Her ass still held the memory of his palm, his grip, his thrusts.
But the pain wasn’t what held her still. She noticed someone on her body.
It was him. It can’t be.
Dominic Valenzo.
His head was resting on her chest, turned toward her, lips slightly parted, breath warm against the curve of her breast.
One arm was draped around her waist. The other hand, impossibly gentle, was tangled in her hair. Not yanking. Not fisting it to choke he
