Emanuele rarely felt pain. The only time it brought him any was the death of someone close. However, now, Isabella's words had inflicted pain on him, and he was harboring thoughts of killing her. It disturbed him that this woman could so easily manipulate his emotions and make him vulnerable. He had an ominous feeling.
He even contemplated killing Isabella. Anyone capable of influencing him should not exist in this world. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, he gazed at the woman before him. She seemed so innocent, yet she had a strength within her, an unyielding spirit. No matter how he attacked her, she always rose, resisted, and sought ways to defeat him. It was her indomitable spirit that slowly drew him to her and made him want to understand her.
To think about killing her because he might be affected by her emotions? Emanuele immediately pushed aside those thoughts. Instead of killing her, it would be better to ravish her in bed.
Isabella, after hearing Emanuele's words, suddenly thought he made sense. She wasn't attractive, and her body wasn't the type he preferred. The way he spoke earlier was probably meant to console her.
Unable to bear his cold demeanor, Isabella asked, "Why is that? I'm not good-looking, and I'm overweight. I'm definitely not your type. You said it yourself; it must have been to comfort me."
She couldn't believe that Emanuele thought her body was good. There were so many young women with better figures.
"Who said that about you? Chloe?" Emanuele realized what had led to Isabella's insecurity. She carefully hid her sensitive and self-conscious feelings from him, but he could still see through her.
Dammit, she was usually so stubborn and fearless, resisting him no matter how he threatened or intimidated her. But now, for some reason, after what Chloe had said, she was like this.
He swore that if Isabella couldn't handle Chloe as she claimed, he would kill that bitch, so he wouldn't have to wonder what Chloe had done to Isabella.
Isabella sighed, "She said I'm not worthy of you."
"Only you are worthy of me," Emanuele said, approaching Isabella and undoing his pants.
"Isabella, look at it."
Isabella gazed at Emanuele's member, watching it grow slowly. Her eyes widened at the sight. Although they had been together many times, seeing it still made her blush. It was so large that she couldn't even hold it with one hand.
"See? It's excited because of you. Not any woman can do that. Chloe Hurley, that bitch, couldn't," Emanuele said as he pushed Isabella onto the couch.
He thrust his hips forward, becoming one with Isabella. Even though he had only engaged in half of the foreplay, Isabella's body was ready, allowing him to enter her without resistance.
Then, Emanuele began his passionate pursuit. This time, he was more forceful and dominant than before, making Isabella feel like her body might shatter under his intense rhythm.
"Isabella, you probably don't know the attraction your body holds for me. Every time I see you, I want to devour you. You said you don't have a good figure? But it was your figure that initially captivated me. Just look at your gorgeous ass," Emanuele praised while giving Isabella's behind a firm slap. The stinging sensation made her cry out.
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