Chapter 77

He sighed, "When did you get so tough?"

Isabella traced her finger down his face, fromn his forehead to his Adam's apple, and said sweetly, "Mr. Johnson, you said I could do whatever I wanted and you'd handle it. Does that not apply to you?"

Michael's breath hitched as he tried to keep his cool. "So what if it does and what if it doesn't?"

Isabella laughed softly, got off him, and sat beside him. She wrapped one arm around his neck and let her other hand wander between his legs,teasing him. She whispered in his ear, her body pressing against his, "Mr.Johnson, what do you think?"

Michael was loving this side of her. He figured she must've been riled up by what happened at the bar. Even if she wouldn't admit it,she was definitely jealous.

Isabella thought, 'You like those wild girls at the bar, huh? Well,I can play that game too, and better.'

She stopped holding back and decided to get her revenge. She kneIt on the seat, leaning over him with a playful glint in her eye. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, Mr. Johnson, what do you think?"

Michael cursed to himself, 'Isabella's such a tease! I'm still mad,and I haven't even dealt with the whole Austin thing. I can't let her seduce me.But she smells so good, she's so soft, so irresistible. Who could possibly resist her?

He couldn't help but pull her into his arms. He flipped her beneath him and whispered in her ear with a husky voice,"I can handle whatever you do, but you gotta pay a protection fee!"

Isabella was speechless. She thought, 'You're loaded, and you're asking me for money? Would you even take it if I gave it to you?

"How much do you want?" she asked.

Michael replied, "I don't need money. No matter how much you offer,I don't want it. The protection fee has to be something I like."

Isabella pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around his neck,her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Mr. Johnson,do you like this?I'll give myself to you. Will you accept this protection fee?"

Michael's hand gripped her waist, pressing her soft body against his desire.He stared at her intensely and said, "Whether I accept it or not depends on how you give it to me. I like it when you gve it willingly."

Isabella was taken aback. She thought, 'Give myself willingly? I'm supposed to be in control here! How did I end up in debt? It seems like you're the one benefiting. No way. If you want to play, I'll play along.'

Isabella gave Michael a light kiss on the corner of his lips and said, "Since you like it when I give it willingly, don't move, Mr. Johnson. Otherwise, it's a foul!"

Michael flipped her onto his lap, giving her more room to move.

Isabella ran her hands through his hair, messing up his neat style. The tousled look made him even more irresistible. But she was a bit lost on what to do next.

After thinking for a bit, she took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, from his neck down to the last one, revealing his chiseled abs. Then she looked at his belt, her small hands trembling as she attempted to undo it, but nerves got the better of her. Whether it was from nerves or shyness, her face reddened,glowing like a summer sunset.

At some point, Jerry had alreadly parked the car in the villa's driveway and quietly left.

Michael watched theflustered but determined Isabella and chuckled,grabbing her hand and asking, "Should we go to the room or continue in the car?"

Worried that someone like Ava or Robert might see her if she got out of the car, Isabella shyly said, "Can we wait a bit before getting out?"

Michael couldn't help but poke her cheek, teasing. "Weren't you just being bold a moment ago?"

He suddenly had an idea and whispered in her ear, "Isabella, how about we make love in the car?"

He lowered his head slightly, gently kissing her earlobe, his tongue tracing her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Isabella's body trembled slightly, her heart racing, and she flushed as if the whole world had disappeared,leaving only the two of them.

"Do you want to, Isabella?" Michael's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of seduction, like a feather tickling her heart.

"Honey," she called softly, her voice trembling.

"Isabella, cal my name!" Michael coaxed gently but firmly.

"Michael," she whispered, her red lips barely forming the words,filled with shyness and tremor, like the morning breeze brushing over dewy rose petals.

Michael's hand gently caressed her back, moving like a snake, igniting a fiery trail. His face slowly approached, and he kissed her forehead, her eyes,her nose, their breaths mingling. He said, "Isabella, kiss me!"

Following his lead, Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her kissing skills were a bit clumsy, their lips and teeth bumping together, lacking any technique, yet it was more captivating than any skilled kiss.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, and Isabella felt something hard against her abdomen. Feeling playful, she grabbed his hand,making him undo his belt, then her nimble right hand slipped inside, gently kneading his penis through the thin fabric.

Michael closed his eyes, unsure if he was enduring or enjoying it. Isabella brought him a new, unfamiliar sensation. He was torn between the urge to enter her fiercely and the wish for time to stop at this moment.

Isabella could clearly feel Michael's erection growing harder under her hand, the veins bulging even through the fabric.

"Isabella, let me in, please," Michael pleaded, regretting giving her the initiative.