68. ICY TOUCH

ISLA’S POV. Remy’s hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin with an almost tender touch. His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile that sent shivers racing down my spine. "I have something for you," he murmured, his voice smooth and dangerous. "Why don’t you tell your visitor to leave?" Before I could respond, his smile faded, replaced by a dark, simmering intensity. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my lips as his voice dropped lower, a growl vibrating through the space between us. "How dare you bring an ex into my house?" "I—It wasn’t on purpose," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze fell to my lips, lingering there, and I felt the heat of his scrutiny like a brand. "You don’t want to hurt him more by making him watch," Remy said, his eyes locking onto mine. They were dark, filled with a possessive hunger that made my heart race. "How bad I want to kiss you, spank you, and humiliate you with my cock." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as h