Massimo's POV
“And what makes you think I’ll want to f**k you?” I growled, my voice low and rough as I stared into her eyes. She was straddling my lap, completely naked, her wet p***y pressed right against my hard c**k through my pants. The heat from her body was driving me insane.
Isabella smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. “Isn’t it obvious?” she whispered. “I heard you don’t like being touched…but here I am, sitting on your lap, and you’re not pushing me away.”
She was right. My hands were still gripping her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin. I should have shoved her off. I should have walked out. But something about her touch didn’t make my skin crawl like every other woman’s did. It burned in a different way…hot, addictive, dangerous.
I grabbed her chin
