Chapter 90

"You...I belong to you...." Isabella's voice was broken by the intensity.Her whole body went limp, completely defenseless.

"Isabella, tell me, who am I?" Michael kept pushing.

Isabella's mind was a blur, and she instinctively said what he wanted to hear,"My husband."

Michael pressed on, "And who is your husband? Say my name."

Under his low, seductive coaxing, Isabella's soft, red lips parted as she whispered his name, "Michael."

It was like a trigger for Michael, and he picked up the pace, thrusting like a storm towards the peak.

Isabella was swept away in the storm, losing herself completely.

In the heat of their passion, they wished they could hold each other so tightly that they became one.

Suddenly,a rapid knock on the door shattered the intimate atmosphere.

Michael paused for just a moment, then ignored it, continuing his assault on Isabella.

Isabella clung to his arm, her whole body tense and trembling with fear.

"What are you afraid of?" Michael kissed her and teased, "We're married.You're not a mistress."

Then he kept going.

Isabella,frustrated, pounded her fists on his chest. She was worried that someone from Michael's family had come, and their first meeting would be

in such an awkward situation. She wondered if they would have a bad impression of her.

"Isabella, stay focused. Don't think about anyone else,okay?" Michael ordered and punished her with a fierce thrust.

"Michael... Isabella... are you in there?" Lucy's tearful voice came from outside the door.

Without waiting for an answer, Lucy started crying at the door.

Michael lost all interest due to her loud crying. With a dark expression, he pulled out of Isabella, hurriedly putting on his clothes. From his stance,it seemed he wanted to throw Lucy out.

"Don't be impulsive!" Isabella quickly dressed as well. She grabbed Michael's hand, pushing him onto the bed, saying, "You sit here, and I'll go see what's going on."

"No need. I'll just throw Lucy into the basement," Michael said through gritted teeth.

Isabella ignored himn, running out ahead of him.

Michael helplessly watched the empty bedroom. Just now, he had been gentle with Isabella, restraining his desires, unwilling to use his full strength. He didn't expect her to run so fast for Lucy. It seemed he had overthought things.

Isabella pulled Lucy outside, running all the way to the villa's entrance.She settled Lucy in the car, then told the driver to leave as soon as Michael came out.

"Where's Michael? What's wrong with him?" Lucy asked,crying.

Isabella leaned against the car door, gasping for breath. She was already

exhausted from Michael's intense lovemaking, and running with Lucy had pushed her to the brink of collapse.

She replied. "Don't look for him. You should be glad I got you out quickly.If he caught you, you'd be sleeping in the basement tonight."

Under the dim streetlight. Lucy could clearly see the telltale red marks on Isabella's neck. Glancing down her collar, she noticed it was covered in kiss marks and bite marks, likely extending to the areas hidden by her clothes.

Thinking about what Michael and Isabella were doing when she knocked,Lucy felt so embarrassed she wished she cold disappear.

Even though she hadn't experienced it herself, she understood enough. No wonder Michael wanted to lock her in the basement; what she did was outrageous.

She figured she'd have to avoid the vengeful Michael for a long time.

"Isabella, maybe I should go!" Lucy said, embarrassed.

"You're already here, might as well say what you need to. Is it about your good friend?" Isabella asked, unable to think of anything else that would make Lucy come to her at night.

Lucy nodded. "Isabella, I'll tell you in detail when I have time. I found him, but it's complicated and can't be explained in a few words. I'll go back first, and I'll find you later. Don't tell Michael."

With that, Lucy had the driver leave.

Watching Lucy leave, Isabella sighed. From Lucy's tone, it seemed things weren't going well, perhaps involving family feuds and entanglements.

Isabella shook her head, thinking it was better to be an ordinary person

from a simple family.

Michael came out. Finding only Isabella standing there, he asked, "Where's Lucy?"

"She left." Isabella replied.

Out of concern for Lucy, Michael asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Isabella remembered Lucy's instructions, speaking mysteriously,"She told me not to tell you."

"When did you two get so close?" Michael asked,feeling something was off.

Isabella complained, "Isn't it because of you? Lucy is a cute kid. Don't always be so harsh on her."

"Isabella, what should I do? It seems not only boys like you, but girls do too." Michael leaned on Isabella, speaking with a hint of jealousy.

Isabella glanced at Michael disdainfully and said, "Why are you still competing with them? In my eyes, they're all kids."

"Isabella, you're good to them. I'm jealous. Can you be nice to me too?"Michael clung to Isabella, rubbing against her and acting spoiled.

Isabella was speechless. Ever since he discovered she couldn't resist him acting like this, he did it all the time.

"You aren't pitiful. Don't act spoiled with me all the time." Isabella reminded him, blushing.

"Isabella, I'm really pitiful. In this world, only you can help me." Saying this,hetook Isabella's hand, guiding her to grasp his firm erection,breathing heavily in her ear. "Isabella, look, am I pitiful?"

Isabella let go as if burned, her face turning red with shame. She thought

Michael was so shameless, doing such a bold thing outside.

Michael picked her up and headed straight to their destination.

Fortunately, the night was still long.

In the repeated impacts, Michael kept asking, "Isabella, tell me,who do you belong to?"

In Isabella's fragmented breaths, Michael's name came out intermittently.