Isadora was soaked.
Not with water. Not with tears.
With need.
There was a sticky heat pooling between her thighs that had no right to be there. Her cunt was trembling, dripping, f*****g pulsing like it hadn’t just been humiliated—like it didn’t remember the way those bastards used her, stripped her, mocked her and sucked her n*****s.
Her n*****s were still raw from their mouths. Her chest still burned from the slap. And yet all she could feel was the filthy throb of arousal rising inside her like it wanted to devour everything else.
It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
She wasn’t supposed to ache for him now. Not while she was still chained, still naked, still smeared in dried sweat and someone else’s spit.
But Dominic was close.
She could feel it.
Her chest rose.
Her hands tw
