ISABELLA’S POV
The silk gown clung to my skin like sin, shimmering under the low lights of Dominic’s penthouse. I hadn’t chosen it , of course I hadn’t. A maid slipped it over my body with trembling hands, avoiding my eyes. But when Dominic finally appeared, dressed in a tailored black suit that looked like it was made to command nations, the first words out of his mouth made my stomach knot.
“Bellissima,” he murmured, his eyes trailing down my body as though he owned every inch. His lips curved into that dark, lethal smile that always left me short of air. “Perfect. I should drag you back upstairs and strip that dress off right now.”
My cheeks burned, even though my voice snapped back sharper than I felt. “You don’t get to compliment me.”
Dominic stepped closer, the heat of him
