Chapter 69

Isabella turned around, her hands gently caressing Michael's neck.

Michael suddenly felt weak, like he couldn't stand. He leaned against Isabella, their bodies pressed together, supporting each other.

Their noses almost touched, and they gazed into each other's eyes.

Michael smiled, his lips lightly brushing against Isabella's.

Isabella shivered, then leaned in closer.

Michael kissed her deeply, biting her lips, pulling them into his mouth. He wanted more, using his tongue to draw out hers, inviting her to tangle with his.

Michael's kiss was urgent, fierce, filled with primal desire.

The sound of running water drowned out their heavy breathing.

At the top of the city, they kissed passionately.

The water overflowed from the tub, flowing over their feet.

Michael pulled back and said, "Isabella, do you know? Last night I waited for you at the hotel entrance all night, but you didn't show up."

Isabella didn't expect that someone as proud as Michael would wait at the hotel entrance late at night. The thought made her heart ache.

She took off her outer clothes and then unbuttoned Michael's shirt.

Michael,always impeccably dressed, had his clothes piled up at his feet.

She held his hand and stepped into the tub.

Isabella let Michael sit down and scooped up water to wet his hair. His

hair, once wet, clung to his scalp. Isabella squeezed out shampoo,lathered it in her hands, and applied it to Michael's hair, her fingers skillfully weaving through it.

Michael stared intently at Isabella, her soft hands brushing over his eyes,making him hide his intense gaze, letting her do as she pleased.

Isabella's hands, one in front, one behind, slowly massaged Michael's head.Her fingertips gradually moved down, sliding over his face, tracing his rugged features, and gliding over his firm chest.

Michael's breathing was deep, his hands clenched into tight fists,veins bulging on his arms.

He felt that if Isabela continued to touch him, his life would flow away with the water in the tub because of the pleasure she gave him.

He opened his arms, hugging Isabella, kissing her flat stomach, his hot kisses moving downward, tearing away the fabric at her waist. His lips found the hot spring between her legs, his nimble tongue exploring as he was sucking.

Isabella's legs trembled, losing their ability to support her. She leaned against the glass beside the tub. Although she knew no one outside could see them, the open view still made her feel ashamed. With Michael's sucking, waves of desire surged within her. She looked at the twinkling lights outside the window with dazed eyes. At that moment, everything felt like a ridiculous dream. For a long time, the lights of Evergreen Valley became the most beautiful scenery in Isabella's memory.

Just as Isabella felt her legs trembling violently, and she was about to collapse, Michael lifted her and placed her in the water.

Before Isabella could react, Michael pressed her down.

The bathtub was slippery, and Isabella couldn't find a grip. Her long arms

wrapped around him like vines, and her legs hooked around his waist,letting him take control. Their bodies pressed tightly together, Isabella felt his strength between his legs, pressing against her.

Isabella freed one hand, threading it through Michael's hair. She lightly kissed his nose, givinghim a radiant smile.

Michael seemed bewitched, or provoked, or invited. He lifted Isabella's hips,thrusting his hardness into Isabella's warm, soft cave.

The insertion in the water wasn't as smooth as imagined. He thrust in impatiently. Isabella felt like she was being torn apart, unable to hold back a painful moan. Michael swallowed her moan with a kiss.

With Michael's thrusts, the water in the bathtub surged like waves,crashing against Isabella's breasts, like two big hands, kneading them.With each wave of rising desire, Isabella enjoyed the dual impact of pain and caresses. She couldn't help but lift her head, actively kissing Michael.

Her nimble tongue licked Michael's palate, slid over his teeth, teasing his tongue,chasing it.

Michael couldn't catch Isabella's nimble tongue, so he took all his revenge on her body. He thrust mercilessly, as if the Isabella beneath him wasn't his lover but someone he had a grudge against. With each thrust,he was killing her.

Isabella couldn't take it, shouting loudly, moaning, calling Michael's name,begging for mercy.

At this moment, Michael was like a mad beast. Isabella's pleas for mercy only made him more violent. With a series of rapid thrusts, Michael roared,releasing inside Isabella's body.

Isabella's body went limp. As soon as Michael let go,she collapsed in the bathtub.

Michael picked up the showerhead, rinsing them both clean. Isabella, like a doll, let him do as he pleased. Soon, she was lying on the edge of the bathtub,asleep.

Michael chuckled. After enjoying himself, he should clean up. He dried Isabella's body, patiently washed her hair, placed her on the bed, and held her as they fell into a deep sleep.

They slept well through the night.

However,someone couldn't sleep.

Vaughn lay on his luxurious suite's comfortable bed, tossing and turning,unable to understand how Michael got involved with Isabella.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Vaughn decided to find someone to think with him.

He called Jeremy, "Jeremy, did you know Michael is in a relationship?"

Jeremy, woken up from his sleep by Vaughn, said irritably, "Yes, Isabella from Eric's department in your branch."

"You found that out earler, didn't you?" Vaughn was furious. It turned out he was the last one to find out. He questioned Jeremy, "Why didn't you tell me? You used to say he was with Eric."

Jeremy, also angry, said, "You're blaming me? You hang out with them every day and didn't notice, and now you're questioning me?"

With that,Jeremy hung up the phone.

The more Vaughn thought about it, the angrier he got. He was angry that they didn't tell him Isabella was Michael's, making him look foolish. If word got out that he confessed to Isabella, they would definitely laugh at him.

Vaughn picked up his phone and sent Isabella a message: [Let's pretend that never happened.]

However, he didn't receive a reply.

Vaughn, full of frustration with nowhere to vent. howled like a wolf in his room all night.

Fortunately, the soundproofing of the luxurious suite was good.