**Isabella's POV**

"Someone hurt me, Mateo." I said.

He nodded like mentally taking note. Like he knew but was waiting for me to tell him. The glint in his eyes, that murderous glint that soon got masked by desire.

My chin throbbed where his grip had been-tight, possessive, bruising in the best way. I loved it. Loved the way he'd groaned when I took him deep, the way his hips jerked when I swallowed around him, the way he'd called me his good girl while he fucked my throat raw. My core clenched at the memory, slick and aching. I squirmed against the sheets, thighs pressing together, trying to ease...