Isabella’s pov

“Victor, this penthouse is perfect for hiding what we’re doing,” I said, stepping out of the elevator into the sleek top floor space.

The city sparkled below through floor to ceiling windows and my body still buzzed from the car fuck.

Guilt from dad’s messages sat heavy but the desire to keep going drowned it out. We had the whole night ahead with no interruptions planned.

Victor locked the door and pulled me against him immediately. “No more hiding tonight Bella. I’m going to ravish you slow at first then fuck you senseless. Strip for me while I grab some toys I think you’ll like.”

His voice was...