Chapter 68. 

 Author’s Pov.   Isabella watched his eyes as they darkened with desire, his words invading her spine with series of sensational sparks.   Ignazio dropped his head on her boobs, pressing her boobs together and licking on his lower lips.  “Go away.” Isabella chuckled helplessly, loving the feel.   Ignazio raised his gaze to hers.   “You smell….” he returned his head to her cleavage, buried his face against her boobs, and sniffed in, slow and sensually.  “You smell like mine. Like my possession.”  Isabella giggled. Her cheeks flushed at the realization of his words.  “I am your possession.” She replied wholeheartedly.  The soft-spoken whisper from Isabella left Ignazio beaming from inside. That was it! That was what he needed to hear. Her words were the validation he needed to hear. Accepting that she was his possession is just a way to say she loved him and would be willing to be his. This was the hardest moment for him. Trying to keep this feeling so she doesn't find out about