The bedroom door clicked shut behind us with a final, heavy thud, sealing out the rest of the penthouse—and the rest of the world which was Gen and Maya.
Isabella didn't hesitate, didn't glance back. She shoved me backward onto the massive bed with both palms planted firm on my chest, her strength fueled by raw, impatient lust she'd been holding despite having fucked them all in an orgy just recently.
Horny goddess.
I landed propped on my elbows, watching her climb over me like predator claiming prey... the very opposite of our first sex used to be.
She did not do some slow sensual strip, no teasing kisses, no whispered sweet nothings.
Just immediate, raw burning need.
She yanked the tiny black skirt up around her waist in one rough motion, fabric bunching high on her hips, exposing the thin black lace thong already soaked through.
