Chapter 2
Isabelle’s POV
Victor’s fingers kept sliding higher under my sundress, tracing slow circles on my inner thigh like he had all the time in the world.
My skin prickled everywhere he touched and I could feel my p***y getting even wetter, the damp spot on my panties spreading.
I shifted my hips just a little, pressing my ass back against his hard c**k that was still throbbing steadily under me through his shorts.
“Victor, honey, did you lock the beach house properly before we left?” Mom asked from the front seat, her eyes on the road while soft music played low.
She sounded so normal it made my stomach twist.
“Yeah, everything’s locked up tight,” Victor answered smoothly, his voice calm like he was just making conversation.
But his hand didn’t stop. His fingers reached
