Chapter 77

She suppressed the discomfort in her body and was about to leave when a chill brushed across her face.

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and Isabella shuddered.

She looked up and met Michael's cold eyes and his hand gripping her chin. "Look closely, who is standing in front of you?"

"I can see clearly, Michael. Stop blocking my way. Move, I need to go back." Realizing her body felt very wrong, she had to leave here now.

She tried to shake off Michael's hand but found herself pathetically weak, barely able to grasp his clothes with all her strength.

Her feverish body craved the coolness that Michael brought more than she did.

Michael seemed to see through her thoughts, his eyes darkening as his large hand slid from her chin, roaming freely over her exposed body.

Watching Isabella's face turn crimson, biting her lip and gasping uncontrollably, Michael's mind filled with wicked thoughts.

He wanted to make her unable to leave him, to beg him.

Isabella was now emotionally stirred in his hands. How could he not react?

"Isabella, are you okay?" Michael's deep, magnetic voice echoed seductively in the empty bathroom.

It completely shattered the last thread of reason in Isabella's mind.

She looked up at him in disbelief, her unclear eyes meeting Michael's lips curling into a domineering smile. "Beg me, and I'll give you everything!"

The heat in her body was about to consume her.

Michael in front of her was like a block of ice and an antidote prepared just for her.

All she had to do was beg him, and she would be free.

Her body's heat magnified her sensations, and her desire grew layer by layer within her. She clenched her fists tightly, tears welling up.

She was about to lose control, but she didn't want to be humiliated by him like this.

"Michael, you... get lost!" Isabella dug her nails into her palm, the pain bringing back a sliver of reason. "I would rather die than beg you. Don't think you can threaten me now."

She growled through gritted teeth, but inside, she was in turmoil.

Her body's reaction was too abnormal, the desire coming fiercely and without reason. So she realized she had been drugged.

Isabella just wanted to escape now. She took a step forward, but her legs gave way, and she fell into a broad embrace. The cool touch made her lose all reason. "Let, let go..."

Seeing Isabella, who was clearly struggling but still trying to push him away, Michael's eyes darkened. He scooped her up and threw her onto the large bed outside.

Not giving her any chance to escape, Michael pressed down on her.

Isabella was on the verge of collapse.

She wanted to push Michael away, but her body honestly clung to him.

The sensation from his touch made her crave more, but she couldn't bring herself to beg Michael.

At this moment, Michael was also struggling.

Isabella beneath him was clutching his clothes, crying and fussing, then pressing her face against his chest before pushing him away again.

She kept muttering for him to leave.

But the tears in her eyes betrayed her; she wanted him to stay.

Thinking of her sweetly calling out Nolan's name, Michael's face darkened.

He suppressed his impulses and desires, holding her mischievous hands in front of him, gripping her chin to make her look at him.

"Isabella, look at me. Who am I?" His eyes showed anticipation.

"You're Michael." Isabella bit her lip, her eyes half-closed, her body seemingly melting into a puddle, with only her reason struggling at the edge.

"Good girl!" Michael's deep voice coaxed her, his large hand roaming over her body, giving her what she wanted.

Isabella moaned softly in comfort.

"Isabella, call me."

"Michael."

"Keep going!" Michael couldn't hold back any longer and kissed her deeply, trailing down her body, leaving his mark.

His large hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, and he was rewarded with a soft moan from Isabella, like a kitten, so enticing.

His fingers brushed through her damp hair, and Michael gently caressed her face. "Don't worry, I'll give it to you now."

When the pain came from below, Isabella frowned and instinctively pushed Michael away. "It hurts."

But it wasn't just her who was in pain; Michael was also in a difficult position.

"Good girl, bear with it for a while. It'll be better soon." He suppressed his urge to take her wildly, his palm gently massaging her waist.

He kissed her lips, grinding them gently.

Isabella shook her head, but as Michael's tongue invaded, she unconsciously opened her lips, and his tongue entwined tightly with hers.

His kiss was so deep that even the air was filled with the sound of their intimacy.

Isabella's body gradually changed, her voice becoming soft and weak.

Michael no longer held back, his eyes filled with extreme madness. His large hand gripped her waist, pulling her towards him, completely possessing her.

Strong sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room was a mess.

At this moment, Isabella was nestled in Michael's arms, sleeping soundly. Michael woke up, glanced at Isabella in his arms, and tightened his hold on her, continuing to sleep.

Isabella was awakened by the light in her eyes, the soreness in her body reaching her consciousness first, making her hiss in pain.

She slowly opened her eyes and met a pair of devilish eyes that instantly sobered her up.

Seeing the person in front of her and the environment she was in, Isabella sat up in shock.

When she saw the kiss marks all over her body and the obvious finger marks on her inner thighs, she was stunned.

Michael was such a bastard. How hard did he go on her last night to leave so many marks on her body? Even her arms and ankles weren't spared.

She couldn't imagine how she had endured the long night under him.

"Michael, you jerk! Knowing we're getting divorced today, how could you do this to me?" Isabella grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at Michael.

Michael blocked it with his hand, the light pillow not causing him any real harm.

After last night, he was in an excellent mood. "You were the one holding onto me, not letting me go. And, don't you remember your condition last night? If I let you go, who were you planning to find?"

She had some memory of last night, but looking at the satisfied Michael in front of her, she was furious. "It's none of your business, as long as it's not you. Don't forget we're getting divorced today!"

Her body felt like it had been run over by a car. How much did Michael want to get back at her to make her body this sore on purpose?