Isabella's POV

I stood in the center of the dark bedroom wearing nothing but a thin silk slip that barely reached the tops of my thighs. My wrists were bound loosely behind my back with a soft black tie, and my heart was already racing.

Damien sat in the armchair across from me, his legs spread, watching me with a calm, predatory patience that always made me weak. He hadn’t touched me yet, he simply looked at me, his dark eyes tracing every curve of my body, every shallow breath I took.

“Turn around slowly,” he said, his voice smooth.

I obeyed, turning in a full circle so he could...