Page 25 of Violent Attraction

Sliding the zipper down, I ask. “Is this what you want?”

Inch after inch of silky-smooth skin with a caramel tint to it, is exposed.

I see no bra as the zipper continues to go down the length of her back.

Isabella hums but doesn't answer my question.

“I need words, bella. Is this what you want?” The zipper reaches the edge of the seam and I let the fabric fall to the sides.

Isabella flips back over and faces me. Her face filled with determination, while her eyes are filled with lust.

She sits up and lets the straps of her dress fall, exposing her top half to me.

Her tits are fucking perfect.

The perfect shape and full enough to not only fit in my hands but in my mouth.

Her nipples are already in dark peaks asking to be devoured.

Isabella must notice where my attention is because her right hand lands on her chest. She starts massaging it, digging her fingers into the skin, doing everything that I want to do to her.

Her fingers move to her nipple, and she starts to twist and pull at it, the movement causing my cock to grow harder.

“Santiago.”

The way my name leaves her mouth is as if she’s moaning, and what a sweet moan it is.

I pull my gaze away from how she is playing with her chest and up to her eyes. If I thought that her eyes earlier were filled with lust, I was wrong. Her eyes are filled with so much lust and desire, I have to find something to think about to keep my composure.

She holds my stare, but I see her take her bottom lip between her teeth. I see her hand traveling from her chest down her body, caressing the material of her dress. I see as her hand meets the edge of said dress and as she drags it up to her waist.

I see as she opens her legs just wide enough for me to notice that she isn’t wearing any panties.

I see as she drags a finger along the exposed skin until she meets her inner thigh.

“I want this. I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

Fuck.

Moving my eyes from her to where her fingers are dragging along her pussy, I start to unbutton my shirt.

“Have you touched yourself in front of someone before, bella?”

Say no.

Say no so that I won’t have to kill the bastard that witnessed something that should be mine and only mine.

She shakes her head. “No.”

I nod.

Once my shirt is open, I move to my belt.

“Touch yourself, bella. Open those gorgeous legs of yours and let me see you fuck your pussy. Show me what you’ve wanted me to do to you for so long.”

A small gasp leaves her lips at my words, but she listens. Her legs open wider, her dress bunching up at the waist, her heels digging into the bed, and her pussy out for me to see.

Dark curls cover her mound and every inch of her looks mouthwatering.