Isabe realized this was the office and immediately stopped Emanuele.


    “Emanuele, wait, this is the office,” Isabe said, looking around the bright surroundings. The office door was unlocked and the ss panes, though covered with privacy film, still seemed like one could vaguely see through it. Their bodyguard stood outside the door, and it would be really embarrassing if he heard anything.


    While Emanuele kissed Isabe, he whispered, “Don’t worry, Isabe, they wouldn’t daree in.”


    Despite Emanuele’s reassurance, Isabe felt nervous and worried.


    “They can see and hear,” she said. Seeing that Isabe was too anxious to pay attention to him, Emanuele felt dissatisfied. He furrowed his brow and lifted Isabe up in his arms.


    “You’re such a troublemaker,” Emanuele said, nibbling on Isabe’s ear. He wanted to unlock a new ce, even in the office it was possible, but Isabe’s attention couldn’t be focused here. So, Emanuele had no choice but to carry Isabe to the adjacent room.


    Emanuele’s private office space was quiterge, with a resting area styled like an apartment. Isabe was stunned when Emanuele carried her in. She had been to Emanuele’s office before, but she never paid much attention. Usually, she just sat with Emanuele in the main office area. She never expected that Emanuele had such a spacious bedroom inside.


    The expansive bed,fortable sofas, and entertainment devices like a TV and game console gave it a feeling simr to their apartment.


    As Isabe carefully observed her surroundings, suddenly, everything before her was covered in darkness by Emanuele’s towering figure. Emanuele held her chin, staring at her with a trace of dissatisfaction.


    “Isabe, I don’t like it when you’re distracted,” Emanuele said, rubbing Isabe’s chin, his voice hoarse and tinged with annoyance.


    “Alright,” Isabe said, looking at Emanuele. “Now, I’m only looking at you.”


    Isabe felt that Emanuele was being childish, to be jealous even in this situation. They were alone in the room, yet Emanuele was jealous because her attention wasn’t solely on him?


    Emanuele smiled and kissed Isabe’s lips, slowly removing her clothes.


    “Darling, now you can finally be at ease here, right?” No one would disturb them here. Isabe couldn’t help but smile. Indeed, Emanuele was right; here, she didn’t need to worry about any external dangers.


    Emanuele passionately kissed Isabe, moving down from her lips to her neck, breasts, and abdomen. His actions made Isabe feel her body heating up, bing increasingly sensitive, yearning for more.


    Watching Isabe pant and moan, her reactions excited him even more. A man’s satisfaction often stemmed from this. Seeing the woman he desired lying beneath him, excited because of him, all of this made Emanuele feel aplished.


    He parted Isabe’s legs and gazed at her. “Isabe, look at me and say you love me.”N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    “Husband, I love you,” Isabe said, squirming, feeling it was unbearable to endure such torment.


    Under Emanuele’s teasing, her body became as soft as water. But frustratingly, Emanuele didn’t seem to be in a rush to have her. His lower body pressed against her entrance, but instead of the usual quick movements, he was teasing her slowly.


    For Isabe, this was torture.


    “Can you please hurry?” Isabe whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. This torment was too much for her.


    Emanuele was also feeling uneasy, but for some reason, he suddenly recalled Isabe’s resistance to making love in the office earlier. He wanted to torment her.


    “Who was in no rush just a moment ago?” Emanuele chuckled. “I couldn’t wait to have you in the office, but you kept resisting. Now, all of a sudden, you’re in a hurry?”


    Feeling Emanuele’s teasing, her whole body itching unbearably. “Emanuele!” Isabe was getting annoyed. His touch sent shivers down her spine.


    It felt like a feather tickling her heart, that ufortable feeling of being unable to scratch an itch, made Isabe want to cry.


    “Don’t be so mean, Isabe,” Emanuele said, also feeling ufortable, but he restrained himself. He touched every inch of Isabe’s skin, kissing, sucking, licking, but he didn’t take her fiercely.


    This made Isabe incredibly sensitive, with no release.


    “Isabe, I want to hear you say you want me. Say you’re a wanton woman who wants me to take you,” Emanuele demanded.


    Tears filled Isabe’s eyes. Sobbing, she said, “Emanuele, I want you to take me. I’m a wanton woman, please, take me.”


    After hearing Isabe’s words, Emanuele couldn’t hold back anymore and entered her body. The collision of their bodies brought relief to both of them, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of their passion.


    Isabe noticed that Emanuele’s body had fully recovered. This man was like a fierce wolf in bed, always capable of finding various ways to please her.


    Finally, Isabe was exhausted andy weakly in Emanuele’s arms. Before falling asleep, she touched the scar on Emanuele’s knee. It had turned into an ugly scar, and she wondered how long it would take for these scars topletely fade away.


    Emanuele saw the sadness in Isabe’s eyes as she looked at his knee. He couldn’t help but smile and said, “Isabe, you don’t need to worry about it. I’m fine now, aren’t I?”


    At least, now he seemed to be walking normally.


    “You’re lying. I can tell that even though you can walk normally now, you still feel pain when you use that foot,” Isabe replied. Emanuele didn’t want to talk about it and just held Isabe close.


    Isabe understood that Emanuele didn’t want her to see his vulnerability. Sometimes, this man’s pride was truly strong. She felt she should be understanding; after all, this man was the famous head of the Chicago Mafia.