When Isabella had walked into my office earlier, she’d had a profuse pine fragrance all over her body, drifting around the room like a f*****g ghost taunting me. At the time, my wolf had been so overcome with anger and fear that I couldn’t think straight.
Pulling out thick black rope that I kept in our closet to tie Isabella up, I tossed it on the bed and cut my eyes to the door as she walked into the room with her lips curled into a small smile.
Now that I’d had time to sit in our room without her, I knew whose scent it was.
“Take off your clothes and get onto the bed, Isabella.”
She walked toward the bed and hopped up onto it, kicking her legs back and forth. “No.”
“No?” I asked, voice strained. I stepped toward her, trying hard to calm my wolf because all he wanted to do was devour
