The hands clenched suddenly, then slowly loosened.
The slender, delicate fingertips were somewhat cool, trembling uncontrollably with the rhythm of the heartbeat.
Michael Lees seemed to have used brute force.
It was completely proportional to his recent exasperation.
Even.
Wishing he could tear her apart and devour her.
"Damn fool, I love you."
"Seeing you just makes me want to **** you..."
"I want to do what only happens on a wedding night with you every damn day..."
If the last sentence he said was placed at the beginning, then those shameless words he spoke before would have a legitimate reason that was enough for her to accept.
He said he loved her...
Her eyes couldn't help but redden.
The clothes were already almost stripped bare.
The clothes she wore, which belonged to him, were loose, so they were easily peeled away.
A sound came from beside, made by hard plastic rubbing, and Isabella Harrison's eyes froze, reaching out to push Michael Lees away.
