Chapter 11.
“Little slut?” The name bore embarrassment into Isadora, but what made her more embarrassed was the pleasure that came from the fear of being caught.
Mitchell was somewhere away from the door, calling her name while she was here receiving the fingers of her father.
And one would think that Alessio would be so concerned to pull away, but man was anything from concerned. He was smiling, and the trembling sight of her like this seemed to excite him, because he parted her thighs more in ways that made her legs quiver, then said,
“Keep ’em for me like that, little slut. You need to feel every thrust deeper.”
Isadora’s eyes widened at how unfazed he was.
“She… she is coming,” Isadora managed to say in her trembling voice, but as much as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkened into
