Loving Isaia Del Rossa is like drowning in darkness. And with every possessive touch, every whispered command, I sink deeper under his spell.
On this island, there is no outside world. No past. No future. Only him. His hands, his mouth, his obsession.
He worships me, breaks me, makes me beg for the kind of pleasure I should fear. And he kills for me like it's nothing.
Because to Isaia… I'm everything. But love shouldn't feel like a cage.
He says it's for my protection, that the world beyond these shores is too dangerous. But the longer I'm here, the more I wonder if this island was meant to protect me… or imprison me.
Isaia's not just keeping me safe. He's keeping me his.