Looking at myself in the mirror I studied
my reflection. I exhaled a long surrendering sigh into the quiet that was my bedroom. I kept telling myself to keep it together, I had to be strong; I am Isabella Martin del Campo, my father is capo to the...
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Isabella pov :
All my life I had been taught to be honorable, to do what was expected of me. Today I went against it all.
Dark and tall, Anthony and if appeared in the doorway, come to claim his prize. His eyes roamed over my naked body, and mine did the same.
He is cruel like the stories portray him to be.
I should have been disgusted by him, but I wasn’t. Not by his body and not always by his nature.
He killed my father... I can't forgive him
He began unbuttoning his shirt then shrugged it off. He moved closer, stopping right before me. “You remember my touch princess. It's been a long time since your little body was under me" And I stiffed.His touch looks familiar. My body ache for it. My body craves it. I carve him.
He twisted one of my wild strad of hairs and inhaled my scent. " You always smell intoxicating, princess. Finally you are here where you belong. With me. As my queen. Touch me and break all the sackles of hatred and betrayal that's holding you back. Free yourself "
