Chapter 85: Her Life Is Not A Game


    Chapter 85: Her Life Is Not a Game


    "Baby, you''re amazing!" Emanuele couldn''t help but praise Isabe.


    He could feel Isabe''s tongue swirling around, her head bobbing up and down. She seemed to


    know precisely how to please him.


    "Suck harder," Emanuelemanded.


    Isabe obeyed, all the while looking up at Emanuele.


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    This was a scene Emanuele had fantasized about since the moment he met Isabe. Back then, he


    had imagined Isabe''s pink lips enveloping his manhood, and her bright, shining eyes gazing up at


    him. Now, this fantasy hade true, and it satisfied Emanuele both physically and mentally.


    God, he was on the verge of climaxing! Emanuele held Isabe''s head andpelled her to take all


    of him. When he felt her throat clench around him, he thought he was going to transcend this world.


    At this moment, Emanuele was no different from Isabe a while ago. His actions were dictated by


    desire.


    "Oh, my God, Isabe, you''re amazing!" Emanuele eximed, looking at Isabe as she gagged


    and teared up. The pleasure coursing through his body intensified.


    This was it. He grabbed her hair and started thrusting relentlessly, increasing his pace.


    The intense climax made Emanuele''s body shudder, draining all his strength, and it felt as if his


    muscles were melting away.


    He released everything into Isabe.


    Watching her swallow everything he had given her, Emanuele felt a satisfaction he had never


    experienced before. Not even with the women he had been with before did he feel such intense


    pleasure.


    Now, Isabe looked rxed and triumphant. "Well done, Emanuele. You''re stronger than I


    imagined, but you need to up your game."


    With that, she hopped off him and walked towards the bathroom. She needed a soothing shower


    and a good night''s sleep. God knew how she had endured this period, especiallyst night when


    she had barely had two hours of sleep.


    Watching Isabe''s swaying hips, Emanuele clenched his teeth and had the urge to spank her. He


    felt like she was growing up rapidly.


    Thinking about it, Emanuele couldn''t help but smile with a touch of pride. In reality, he wasn''t sure if


    Isabe could be a suitable Mafia queen, as she was too innocent and hadn''t been through


    much. However, he suddenly realized that she was highly adaptable. She always managed to find


    her rhythm within his rules and attempted to turn the tables.


    Watching her grow little by little would undoubtedly be fascinating.


    After their showers, Isabe explored the room, and even the master bedroom alone had everything


    they needed to spend three days without going out, and they wouldn''t get bored.


    Soon, Emanuele finished his shower and joined her, walking up from behind and asking, "Are you


    satisfied with this ce?"


    "Satisfied," Isabe replied, turning to face Emanuele. She found it hard to take her eyes off him. At


    that moment, Emanuele was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his upper body bare. Water


    droplets, not yet dried, flowed over his smooth abdominal muscles.


    He looked as strong as a mountain, blocking her view and making her appear delicate in


    comparison.


    Emanuele noticed the way Isabe couldn''t tear her eyes away and couldn''t help but smile. It


    seemed she was quite pleased with his physique, which made Emanuele both delighted and proud.


    At this moment, Isabe was looking at the clothes inside the wardrobe, rearranging her things


    ording to her own habits. This reminded Emanuele of something.


    "You said you donated the money I gave you? How much did you donate?"


    "Forty thousand," Isabe said, "I kept one thousand for myself."


    "You did a fantastic job!" Emanuele couldn''t help but pat Isabe''s cheek. "Why didn''t you donate it


    all? You''re so charitable."


    There was a hint of mockery in his tone.


    "Wasn''t that also to do a good deed for you? You''ve killed so many people; aren''t you afraid of


    going to hell after you die?" Isabe red at Emanuele.


    But when Emanuele heard Isabe''s words, he burst intoughter.


    "Hell? Isabe, do you think I''m afraid? Don''t you think this isn''t hell already?"


    Watching Emanueleugh hysterically, Isabe clenched her teeth. Sometimes, talking to this devil


    was enough to drive her mad.


    Speaking of which, Emanuele, what gives you the right to ruin my life? You know how much I didn''t


    want to get into the Mafia world."


    "Ruining your life? You willingly stepped into it back then, didn''t you? I let you go. It was you who


    wanted to join our family."


    Now Emanuele looked incredibly innocent. Was he really as innocent as he imed?


    Isabe was infuriated, but what he said was not entirely untrue. She was in great pain. "Did you


    threaten my mom not to tell me the truth about the wedding?"


    "No, no, Isabe. In fact, when I give an order, no one dares to defy me."


    "You see, you forcefully dragged me into your world."


    "Still, it was your decision. You didn''t say you didn''t want to marry me when we were in front of the


    priest, did you? When I inserted my manhood into you, did you say a word? You were addicted to


    my body. You can''t live without it," Emanuele cradled Isabe''s face and nted a kiss on her lips.


    "You''re a real bastard!"


    "Show me some respect," Emanuele warned.


    Looking at the man before her, Isabe wanted to bite him to death. He had never respected her,


    yet now he wanted her to respect him?


    At this moment, Emanuele pinched Isabe''s chin, forcing her to look at him. He saw her pain, her


    anger, which only excited him further.


    "Isabe, do you want to win in this game? It''s too early! But honestly, I''vee to love this game


    now."


    Listening to Emanuele''s words, Isabe grew even angrier.


    "My life is not a game, Emanuele. You''ve gone too far!"


    "When we started, it was you who treated all this as a game, wasn''t it? Isabe, you were the one


    who initiated it."


    Isabe struggled out of Emanuele''s grip. With a pair of furious eyes, she stared at him. "Fine, then


    remember to sleep with one eye open, or you might not see the sun tomorrow."


    Upon hearing Isabe''s words, Emanuele burst intoughter. He reached out, scooped Isabe into


    his arms, and then tossed her onto the massive bed in front of them. Emanuele''s body followed,


    enveloping Isabe entirely. He pulled her close, saying, "Alright, let''s get some sleep."


    Isabe was trapped in Emanuele''s embrace, and she felt his overpowering presence all around


    her. It made her ufortable. She wanted to squirm out of his embrace and find afortable


    spot to sleep, but Emanuele held her tightly.


    "Tomorrow, your closet will be filled with items fit for a queen. But for now, get some rest," Emanuele


    said. He gently turned Isabe''s face toward him and nted a kiss on her forehead.


    "Goodnight, wifey."


    Isabe grumbled in dissatisfaction and pulled the nket over herself, ready to sleep. Since she


    couldn''t resist, she decided to go along with it.


    But the next moment, Emanuele lifted her up and ced her on his right side. "Emanuele, what are


    you doing?" Isabeined, wondering why this man was treating her like an object, carrying


    her around.


    Emanuele switched off the lights and pulled her closer to him. "Nothing, just go to sleep."


    He did this only as a precaution, in case anything happened during the night, he wanted to be able


    to shield her from it, standing between her and the door.