She tried. Breathed through her nose. Relaxed her throat. Let him use her mouth like it was nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.
And the whole time, she imagined it was Dimitri.
Imagined Dimitri finally wanting her. Finally claiming her. Finally showing her she was worth something.
The man fucked her mouth for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes.
Then he pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping.
"Bedroom. Now."
Isabella scrambled to her feet, led him down the hall to her bedroom, all white silk sheets and soft lighting and the remnants of romance she'd once hoped to share with Dimitri.
Now it was just another place to be used by strangers.
The man pushed her onto the bed face-first, yanked her hips up so her ass was in the air.
"Stay like this," he ordered.
Isabella obeyed, face pressed into the mattress, ass exposed, feeling vulnerable and exposed and desperate.
She heard him moving around the room. Opening drawers. Rummaging through her things.
