Chapter 85

Aiden's voice came from outside, but Michael couldn't hold back any longer.

The door was locked from the inside. He looked at Isabella, who was barely covered by a piece of fabric, his eyes filled with an overwhelming desire that seemed ready to devour her.

"Isabella, I have gave you a chance, but you came to me. So, are you going to do it yourself, or should I?" His voice was hoarse to the extreme, but he wouldn't let go anymore.

Meeting Michael's predatory gaze, Isabella tensed up, feeling a faint pain somewhere in her body.

"Michael, you are really a bastard. If you love sex so much, go find Bianca. Don't touch me!" She was hurt so badly last night that she could barely walk. He couldn't possibly be unaware of her condition, yet not even a day had passed, and he dared to do that again. He was a complete madman.

Without waiting for an answer, Michael didn't give her any more chances.

His long fingers unhooked her bra, and her breasts bounced free, swaying in front of Michael. Especially with the bite marks he had left still visible.

Michael's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swiftly pinned Isabella's hands above her head, his possessive gaze no longer hidden. "Isabella, you can't escape tonight."

"Michael, you lunatic, you're a pervert! Grandpa is right outside. Let me go." Isabella resisted, and as Michael pressed down on her, she bit his collarbone hard.

Michael grunted, showing no more mercy, and forcefully entered her.

His movements grew faster, and stormy kisses rained down on Isabella.

Isabella trembled in pain, going from cursing to crying.

Aiden, not hearing a response, was about to return to his room when he heard Isabella's muffled sobs and the increasing commotion inside.

Aiden's face darkened, and he turned to shout at the door, "Michael, come out! Isabella is your wife. How can you treat her like this?"

"Michael, you're crazy! Do you want Isabella to hate you?" No matter how much Aiden shouted, Michael inside showed no signs of stopping, instead becoming even more relentless.

Let her hate him, then.

Although she would hate him then, she belonged to him at least at this moment.

Isabella's hair was disheveled, her lips swollen, her eyes wet with silent tears, and her body stiff.

Michael felt the tightness beneath him, and her lack of cooperation made him uncomfortable too.

After last night's experience, he knew every inch of Isabella's body.

He withdrew and replaced himself with his fingers, mimicking his earlier movements inside her.

A moan escaped, and Isabella, in disbelief, covered her mouth tightly.

Sensing danger, Isabella struggled to resist. "Michael, get off me. Take your filthy hands away. You make me sick."

Isabella lay beneath him, her strength like cotton to the towering Michael. As she lifted her legs, Michael pulled her closer.

He flipped her over and entered from behind.

A more intense pain shot through her, making Isabella feel like she was being torn apart.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and she didn't know if it was from the immense humiliation or the physical pain.

She shouted,"Michael, I won't let you get away with this! You better wait. If I can't fight you, the Wilson Family will. I will make you pay dearly for today."

She wanted him to feel a hundred times the pain she felt, only then could she ease her hatred.

She was a heiress of the Wilson Family. How could she be humiliated like this?

But then, a threatening chuckle came from behind her, slowly reaching her ears. "Angering me now, what good does it do you? If I were you, I would be to relax and enjoy the pleasure like last night."

Michael's hand, like magic, caressed her smooth back, planting kisses on her shoulders.

Michael's anger had dissipated with their intimate entanglement.

His tone and actions became unintentionally gentle, luring her to follow his rhythm. "Isabella, I know you like it. Don't hold back."

But to Isabella, this was just Michael's tactic to get her. She would rather he be as rough as before.

Let her body remember this torment, this pain, and sever all her fantasies about him.

"How do you know I like it? Yesterday, I was just following my body's instincts. It doesn't mean I'll feel the same today!" Isabella buried her face in the pillow, sneering. "Michael, this is your second time having sex, and you're still so clumsy. Was that your first sex too last night?"

Hearing that, Michael's body stiffened slightly.

Isabella seemed to guess something, turning her head to look at Michael's darkened face, and couldn't help but smirk. "Really? Mr. Brown, the man every woman in Evergreen City wants to be with, almost thirty and still a virgin?"

Michael pulled her up, making her sit on him, letting her feel for herself. "What do you think?"

She looked at his cold face, her fingers lifting his chin, deliberately saying, "I don't remember last night, but today, I'll see if you can prove yourself."

Michael's large hand pressed her waist down, but the more he wanted to prove his perform, the more he seemed stimulated, ending quickly.

Isabella burst into laughter. "So it's true. Mr. Brown really can't do it. Looks like I made the right choice to divorce. You should take better care of your health. Being so young and already having performance issues."

Grabbing this handle, Isabella felt much better.

But she underestimated Michael's pride in this aspect.

Seeing Isabella laughing on the bed, Michael's eyes narrowed, desire and anger rising within him, surging towards a certain part of his body.

Noticing Isabella trying to escape, Michael grabbed her ankle, pulling her beneath him, firmly holding her waist, and thrusting into her.

Isabella gasped in surprise, "Michael, you..."

Michael, satisfied with her reaction, bit her ear. "The night is long. Whether I can do it or not, you can conclude after we're done."