Isabella's POV
I looked at him intensely, as I was so locked in his gaze that it made me paralyzed where I stood. As always, my body was a slave to his touch, and for a moment I didn't care that I was standing in the middle of the street, so close to the most dangerous man in this city.
His voice was like a siren call, pulling me to my very destruction. And his touch felt like a heap of burning coal on my skin. I knew it was bad for me, but somehow right now my body just couldn't stop yearning for his touch.
'f**k I need to get myself together, I have to regain control of my very own body,'' I said to myself, and so, even though it was hard, and even though I had to fight tooth and nail to regain control of my body, I finally did as I pulled away from his hold.
I swallowed hard as
