Chapter 113: Sins of the Father

Kent crept into the room, not wanting to alert the attacker. The empty bed glared at him in the moonlight. Where was Isabel?

CLANK!

Pain radiated through his head and down his neck. He tumbled to the floor and flipped over to face his assailant. A shimmer of silver filled his vision. He lurched to his left. The oval platter clanged onto the deck where his head had been. A flash of white sped in front of him, and Kent threw out his legs and swept the attacker to his knees. He plunged atop the writhing figure and pinned his arms to the floor.

"Get off of me, you fiend!"

Isabel's sweet vanilla scent wafted over him. Her hair spread on the floor like an auburn halo as she struggled beneath his weight. Each thrash brought her curves crushing against Kent. Every muscle in his body tensed with heat.

"I knew you couldn't be trusted." Isabel's voice quavered. "You are still the lecherous cad you always were." Panting, she ceased struggling.