ANASTASIA’S POV

My back hit the sheets hard, the air catching in my throat as Isaac spread my legs wide, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder.

His face hovered above mine with his breath ragged and eyes wild with hunger. “So gorgeous, sweetheart. That sweet pussy…” His cock slid against my clit, slow at first, then harder, tapping it like he owned me.

“You like it?” His voice was gravelly and sharp with lust. “You like being fucked like a slut, huh?”

The sting of his palm ...