Chapter 67: I Will Hate You


    Chapter 67: I Will Hate You


    Passionate tears welled up in Isabe''s eyes as she felt desire building inside her under


    Emanuele''s control. But with a determined look, she told him, "I will hate you."


    The conflict between her body''s desires and her rational emotions didn''t align. She yearned for


    Emanuele but that didn''t mean she didn''t resent him.


    Emanuele, as if he had heard something amusing, twitched his lips and burst intoughter. "Hate


    me all you want, baby, but that won''t stop me from taking you." Emanuele was now highly aroused.


    He proceeded to unbuckle his belt and removed his clothes. This time was entirely different from


    their previous encounters; Emanuele intended to take things to the next level.


    Isabe could hardly bring herself to look at Emanuele. Shey on the bed,pletely nude,


    bracing herself for what was about to unfold.


    Isabe''s body was nearly bare, and she couldn''t help but fear what awaited her next.


    Soon, her legs were forced apart, and she grimaced as Emanuele entered her, causing her to moan


    in pain. He was immense, and he lingered for a moment, allowing her to adjust before picking up


    the pace.


    He seemed like an unrelenting warrior, thrusting deeper and harder with each move, making


    Isabe whimper involuntarily. Emanuele tugged at her hair and passionately kissed her, biting her


    neck.


    Isabe thought of him as a hungry wolf who had finally captured a piece of meat, feasting


    voraciously. "Isabe, can you feel me inside you? Do you like this?" Emanuele''s hoarse voice


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    Isabe could only emit moans at this point, unable to articte any words. Her abdomen was


    tightly wound, and she could feel the approaching climax.


    The man atop her had well-defined muscles, bulging pectorals, and visible biceps. He thrust into her


    with wild abandon, rendering Isabe incapable of coherent thoughts.


    She had only experienced sexual intimacy once before, and it was nothing like the ferocity of


    Emanuele''s passion. He was overpowering, and Isabe found herself struggling to keep up.


    Desperate, she pped Emanuele. "Too fast, too much, slow down," she screamed.


    In response, Emanuele delivered a stinging p to her buttocks, causing Isabe to shriek in pain.


    Yet this only seemed to further excite him.


    "Your ass is so firm and perky, amazing!" Emanuele eximed excitedly.


    Isabe had little capacity to think at this point. She felt her body twitching uncontrobly under


    Emanuele''s movements, and she sensed her climax approaching. She tucked herself under the


    covers, trying to catch her breath, but Emanuele swiftly pulled her out again.


    He forced her to straddle him, feeling the profound collision of their bodies. "Isabe, do you like it?"


    Emanuele inquired, wearing an evil grin.


    Undeniably, Isabe did enjoy being intimate with Emanuele, but that didn''t mean she didn''t harbor


    resentment.


    "I like it, but I still hate you..." Isabe said through gritted teeth.


    "Your body says otherwise. You''ve soaked me so much. You say you don''t like me?"


    Isabe''s body was responding even as she bit down on her teeth, trying to hold her feelings in


    check. Emanuele intensified his pace, plunging deep into her until she reached her second climax.


    Isabe felt her mind exploding with fireworks, and she screamed, clutching Emanuele. She was


    convinced she might not survive Emanuele''s passionate encounter.


    But Emanuele wasn''t done; he flipped her over, pushed her down, and entered her once more,


    relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.


    Isabe gazed at Emanuele''s handsome face and found him more captivating than ever before.


    Every line on his face seemed to be etched with desire. He leaned down and kissed Isabe''s lips,


    his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Isabe clung to Emanuele''s body, surrendering to his


    intense advances.


    It was too fast, too big, too savage; she felt like he was piercing her bodypletely. After what felt


    like an eternity, apanied by Emanuele''s low growl, Isabe felt her body heat up. Emanuele


    had finally found his release.


    Exhausted, Isabey back on the bed. Passion had given way to rationality. She thought back to


    the wild encounter they''d just had and felt nothing but shame and confusion.


    Emanuele''s gaze lingered on Isabe. He looked at the marks he had left on her body, her skin


    flushed from the climax, and her eyes sparkling with tears. It was all so captivating.


    Emanuele''s hand caressed Isabe''s cheek, feeling her soft and smooth skin. His face, previously


    filled with desire, now appeared calm. "Admit that you like me taking you," Emanuele squeezed


    Isabe''s chin, telling her.


    "I don''t," Isabe said, "I hate you."


    Emanuele''s hand brushed her lips, and he said, "If you don''t want me to shut you up, then admit it."


    Isabe''s body trembled at Emanuele''s words. Her eyes held pain, struggle, and humiliation. She


    finally whispered, "I like it when you take me."


    When Isabe spoke those words, she felt overwhelmed by humiliation. Emanuele was pleased


    with her admission, but he suddenly realized he was getting aroused again because of it. He


    couldn''t help but be affected by Isabe more than he thought.


    Emanuele quickly got up, headed to the bathroom, and washed himself off, resisting the urge to


    sumb to his desires.


    He used Isabe''s sweet-scented shower gel and shampoo, which had a sweet and fruity fragrance


    that seemed tailored for her but didn''t quite suit his style. Meanwhile, Isabe sat on the bed, trying


    to collect herself, changed into a new set of pajamas, and waited patiently for Emanuele to return.


    She was still in shock over what had just happened. They had crossed a boundary by being


    intimate, and she had toe to terms with it. How would she define their rtionship now?


    Isabe''s thoughts were in disarray, but she remainedposed as Emanuele emerged from the


    bathroom.


    "Let''s talk," Isabe initiated the conversation, her gaze at Emanuele devoid of the previous fear.


    However, Emanuele replied, "I''m tired and want to sleep."


    "Alright," Isabe seemed somewhat disappointed but didn''t push him. "We can talk when you wake


    up."


    "Okay," Emanuele found Isabe''s response adorable. Heid back on her bed and pulled her close


    to his chest. The sweet scent of a woman and her petite, soft body once again stirred his desire.