Isabella’s point of view
“I have given you enough space, clearly that was a mistake.” Our faces were inches apart, our breath tangled. My heart almost leaped out of my chest as he pulled his belt off.
He lifted his hands and I flinched in fear, closing my eyes for him to strike me, but nothing came.
“You think I am going to hit you?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
I hated how my pulse jumped at his words.
“You think I regret touching you, Isabella?”
“You said you wouldn’t have touched me if you knew.”
“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you?”
“Neither did I say I wanted you to touch me.”
“I don’t fu*ck virgins, you’re the first.” He said again, softer this time like it was a rule etched on his life.
“Innocence is not something I like, it’s like a s
