Isabella froze in shock beyond belief—as for a moment her mind refused to acknowledge what had just happened, the icy air thickening around her like a suffocating shroud, every shallow breath echoing in her ringing ears.
But understanding immediately dawned on her as she realized Jordan's intention, the basement's dim torchlight flickering ominously across jagged walls, casting elongated shadows that danced like mocking specters.
A chill ran down her spine, colder than the frost still clinging to shattered stones.
GASP!
Hands flying up to shield her chest, fingers trembling over soft swells, nails scraping futilely against sweat-dampened skin. Her face flushed deep crimson, a mix of humiliated fury and unwanted heat burning her cheeks, veins pulsing hot beneath the surface.
Jordan licked his lips slowly, eyes devouring the sight with hungry intensity, his shadow looming larger as distant drips echoed from unseen cracks.
