Isabella's POV
The words sent a dark thrill through me, mixing fear with a heat I couldn’t deny. Carlos was whimpering on the other side of the glass, blood dripping from his face. One of Massimo’s men stepped into view, picking up a tool that glinted under the harsh light. The screams grew louder.
I squirmed on Massimo’s lap, the pressure of his hard c**k against my bare ass making me wetter than I should’ve been in a place like this. His grip on my throat tightened just a fraction…a warning that sent another rush of heat through my body. His other hand slid up my thigh, under the oversized black shirt, fingers teasing right at the edge of where I needed him most.
“No underwear,” he whispered, voice thick with dark satisfaction as his fingers brushed my c**t. I whimpered, pressing my
