Isabella’s pov

“Victor pull over somewhere I can’t wait anymore,” I said, gripping his thigh tight as we drove away from the restaurant.

My dad’s latest message still glowed on his phone screen asking for updates on the mentorship.

Guilt twisted in my stomach knowing how much dad trusted Victor but my body was screaming louder.

My pussy was drenched from dinner and the almost fucking earlier. I needed him badly.

Victor glanced at me then at the road. “Bella, you're killing me. Your dad thinks I’m just helping you with career shit and here I am ready to wreck his little girl’s cunt.”

He took the next exit and...