“What are you even talking about?” I asked breathlessly as his thumb kept drawing slow, lazy circles on my clit that made my walls clench and unclench.

He licked my bottom lip, his voice turning raspy. “You know what I’m talking about, sweet girl. You’ve seen how much Alexander cares for you.”

I scoffed weakly. “You call that care?”

“Yes, Isabella.” His thumb left my clit, and his hand left my thigh. He moved higher to my chest. “I call that care.”

He licked my lips as he grabbed my breast. He kneaded it roughly, and that did nothing but arouse me even more. His touch was rough on my...