The Billion Dollar Heiress
Her face was covered in sweat, her lips bleeding, her hair scattered across her face, her chest rising and falling unevenly.
He tightened his grip on her jaw, his fingers pressing painfully, like he wanted to rip her teeth out of place. Leaning closer, his lips brushed near her ear as he whispered,
“You’re too late, queen. In this life, only one man is allowed to have you, and that man is me.”
His nose trailed down to her neck as he took in a long breath.
“That’s good,” he murmured before dragging his tongue slowly along her skin.
Tears streamed down Isla’s cheeks. The feel of his tongue against her skin made her want to grab a blade and cut it off.