As Emanuele was about to be intimate with Isabella, he suddenly paused. His hazel eyes filled with anger.
He grabbed Isabella's leg, and on her knees were several large bruises, looking particularly frightening.
"Where did you get these injuries?" Emanuele was furious. Isabella's skin used to be so smooth, flawless like a doll. His favorite pastime was caressing her silky skin.
Now, however, it was covered in bruises and scars from cuts. How could Emanuele not be angry?
Isabella quickly reassured him, "Don't be angry; I'm fine. These are just superficial wounds, not very painful, and they'll heal quickly."
Emanuele tightly held Isabella's leg, carefully examining it. Confirming that Isabella wasn't lying, he concluded that these scars were indeed only on the surface, caused by bumps and bruises.
Despite this, Emanuele was still extremely angry. The fury within him was like a hurricane, threatening to destroy everything.
Though he had endured countless injuries himself without a word, he felt explosive when faced with Isabella's minor bruises.
He even wanted to interrogate his subordinates, questioning how they allowed Isabella to get hurt.
"How did this happen?" Emanuele asked coldly, although he knew the probable reasons, he wanted to hear it from Isabella herself.
Isabella felt a bit frightened by Emanuele's demeanor.
"During training, it's inevitable to get a few bumps and bruises, but it's nothing serious. Look, it doesn't affect me at all." Isabella seemed nonchalant, patting her injuries as if to show they were insignificant.
"These bruises may look scary, but they're not. You should know, I'm a doctor. I understand the difference in the body structure between men and women. Women have thinner skin. Even if I didn't have these bumps, sometimes accidentally hitting a cabinet would still cause bruising. Don't you remember? After every intimate moment, my body is covered in marks from your kisses and bites. Those are your doing, Emanuele. Why didn't you feel sorry for me then, and now you do?"
Watching Isabella's casual and teasing demeanor, Emanuele pinched her waist and, opening his mouth, bit down on Isabella's neck.
The bite wasn't gentle, causing Isabella to grimace in pain and let out a cry.
Is this man part dog? Why did he bite her so hard?
Isabella was a bit angry as she looked at the teeth marks that would surely swell up and possibly bruise later.
"Since you put it that way, maybe I won't leave too many marks on you tonight. Wouldn't want to do you wrong, would I?"
Emanuele spoke as he began kissing and nibbling on her, starting from her neck, moving down her body to her legs. Isabella never imagined Emanuele's kisses would be this intense. Without a doubt, tomorrow, her body would bear several bruises.
"Emanuele, please stop," Isabella said. She genuinely didn't want Elisa and the others to catch them; it would be quite awkward.
But Emanuele wouldn't listen to Isabella's words. Instead, the more she insisted, the more marks he left on her.
His hands didn't stop either, kneading and caressing until Isabella's body became pliant. Finally, Emanuele stood at her entrance and teased her. Isabella felt an overwhelming desire for more.
"Give it to me, Emanuele," Isabella moaned.
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