Massimo's POV
Her hand rubbed slowly across my chest, fingers pressing into the hard muscle like she was trying to calm the storm inside me. Or maybe feed it.
Before I could react, she pushed me backward with surprising strength. I let her. My legs hit the chair behind my desk and I dropped into it, watching her every move with dark, hungry eyes.
Isabella didn’t hesitate. She sank to her knees right there between my spread thighs. The sight of her like this…on her knees for me, eyes full of fire and need…sent a rush of pure possessiveness through my veins.
Her fingers worked my belt, unbuckling it with quick, determined movements. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops filled the heavy silence. She pulled my zipper down and reached inside. I watched her with intense eyes,
