Isabel twisted her arm, still trying to pull free, but his grip didn't loosen. He backed her up until her back hit the wall. His chest pressed into hers, she winced from how her t**s pushed up against the fabric of her outfit.
Her breath caught.
"Get off me," she snapped at him, her voice rising and even louder than when she had been outside.
"Stop fighting me."
Her palm shoved at his shoulder. "Let go of my damn wrist, Isaac."
He didn't flinch. His chest rose and fell against hers, the air between them getting hotter by the second. Her free hand pushed again, but he had her locked in place.
"I need you to listen to me," he said.
"I don't want to hear anything-" she hated how weak she felt beside him and how she was unable to free herself from his hold when she'd only come to let h
