230 Inconvenient Night
âStop!â
Isabella screamed. She was half lying under the bed. She maintained the difficult position and shouted, âJoseph, you are so shameless! I said I donât want to play!â
Joseph dragged Isabella back and cuffed her hands onto the headboard.
Isabella was dumbfounded.
Joseph looked at Isabella, who was completely frozen and was unable to resist. He calmly straightened her legs. Then, he clamped down on both of her knees with his legs and looked at her.
âThis is how you use it. Do you think itâs fun?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Isabella was about to cry. âItâs not fun. Please let me go.â
Joseph lifted Isabellaâs clothes and pressed his hands on her belly. âIs this interesting?â
âStop! Itâs itchy!â
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Isabella twisted her body and laughed. âI was wrong. Stop, please! Let me go, please!â
âI wonât let go.â Joseph deliberately pretended to be dull, like a stubborn child. He kept scratching her âIs it interesting?â
âYou are so wicked!â
Isabella was about to burst out laughing, âItâs interesting! Please let me go! Please...â
Isabella laughed fiercely because of the scratch. Joseph finally stopped.
Isabella could finally catch her breath.
Isabella panted.
Isabella gasped for breath and said intermittently, âI heard that tickling people was the torture of the feudal society in the past ... Joseph, arenât you too despicable...â
Joseph suddenly pinched her chin and kissed it.
âYou...â
Isabella moaned as she felt Josephâs burning body temperature.
Because her hands were fixed by the âtoyâ, Isabella had no way to resist, so Joseph was particularly close this time.
It was so close that his hard and hot chest and her soft chest were tightly pressed together, and their heartbeats could be felt.
Isabella clenched her fists nervously. This helpless and completely confined posture made her nervous.
What an annoying toy! She was too naive.
She was really scared that Joseph would treat her like the games in the movie.
âJoseph!â
Isabella struggled to escape from Josephâs mouth and quickly said, âPlease, please, donât whip me. Iâm afraid of that...â
Joseph held her waist affectionately. Seeing her escape, he hurriedly kissed her lips again and answered vaguely, âI donât beat woman...â
When Isabella felt the buckle of her pajamas being undone and a strange feeling appeared in her very private territory, she began to feel dizzy.
âJoseph, wait...â
Isabella was on the verge of crying. She had fallen in love with Joseph, but she felt that his actions made her feel unsecured.
She had been beaten and scolded by Carl for many years. She was also bullied by Rosy and John. She was a very insecure person.
The means she relied on to survive were her cunning tricks and cleverness.
She could throw flirtatious glances at the man and flatter them. She allowed the men to look at her with lustful eyes and even ignore their perverted actions.
However, she had always been very conservative in sealing herself in a shell. She was very afraid of being deprived of her sense of security.
She had a lot of pursuers since she was young because of her outstanding appearance. However, besides Lukas, she had never had intimate actions with anyone.
But now, she had no way to escape. She was confined by Joseph in his domineering arms, unable to move.
He would remove her guards, and he would decide her future.
What was waiting for her? Was it the happiness of eternal life, or a short marriage?
Isabella shivered, and tears of fear crawled out of her eyes.
Joseph stopped moving and pulled his hand out.
There was a bit of glaring red on his fingertips.
The storm of passion in his dark eyes gradually subsided. Joseph was stunned. âAre you still having a period?â
Isabella nodded as tears welled up in her eyes.
âThen you should tell me. Donât cry, Idiot.â
Joseph leaned over and gently kissed the tears on her face. His voice was soft. âWhy donât you just tell me? Iâm not an inconsiderate man.â
Isabella hissed, âJoseph, can you let go of my hand first?â
Joseph looked at the terrified and aggrieved look in Isabellaâs eyes and suddenly laughed, âWhy are you so afraid of being tied up? It seems that I should tie you up when you provoke me next time.â
When Isabella heard this, her tears surged again.
âAlright, I wonât scare you anymore, silly girl...â
Joseph was speechless. He picked up the âtoyâ box from the ground, found a rabbit ear key, and unlocked the handcuffs on Isabella.
Isabella immediately sat up and pulled down her clothes. âYou donât know what Iâve experienced! Maybe you should be tied up to taste that feeling.â
Joseph smiled. He reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, then dragged the quilt over and covered her with it. âI know, so donât casually accept things like Angelina, you know? Itâs unfair of you to provoke me, pretend to be pitiful, and retreat before the game begins.â
Isabella looked at Joseph, feeling that he didnât know why she was crying.
She was never afraid of the handcuffs, but the despair of losing the sense of security.
This was the pain she had experienced before. Although she appeared to be resourceful, she was very fragile in some aspects. Joseph used the wrong way tonight. She did not like this kind of âtoyâ from the bottom of her heart.
After Joseph covered Isabella with the blanket, he got up and adjusted his bathrobe to cover up his body. He stood up.
âWhere are you going?â
Isabella carefully glanced at Joseph and pulled his clothes.
âYou flirted me and then retreated. Since itâs not convenient for you. I can only handle it myself.
Go to sleep first.â
Then he turned off the light and walked to the bathroom.
Isabella suddenly felt a little guilty.
Twenty days ago, she even warned this man not to touch her, and twenty days later, she felt guilty because she couldnât satisfy his desire.
Maybe it was because he was concerned about her physical condition, and forced himself to suppress his desire. She was moved by his gentleness.
Maybe she had completely fallen in love with him.