ISABELLA

My face burned so hot, I thought it was going to melt off. I looked back at Alexander and his filthy language, about to tell him to quit it, but the words didn't come out.

“What?” he whispered in a raspy voice, stepping closer and caressing my backside. “You don’t like being called a slut?”

“I–”

“You do,” he cut me off, grabbing my ass. “I’m sure if I go down there, I’ll find you dripping.”

“That’s a lie,” I whispered, but my voice held no power.

“Hmm. Now lie down and let’s get to work.”

I held his eyes for a few seconds before I did as he...