Baseless accusations without evidence are useless.
She was like a fish on someone's chopping block, utterly helpless and unable to do anything to him.
She could only endure and submit.
That day, Alexander Sullivan suddenly told her to change clothes because they were going out for a meal.
Isabella Roscente randomly selected a formal gown in the walk-in closet. Just as she was about to change, Alexander pushed the door open. Seeing her choice, he said, "No need to be so formal. We're just having dinner with my brother today."
He took the gown and put it back in the closet, then picked out a textured, long-sleeved dress in a skin-tone color for her. "Wear this."
Isabella said nothing and took the dress.
Then she waited for him to leave.
Alexander's lips curled into a smile. "Not changing?"
Isabella initially wanted to ask him to leave, but if she spoke, he would surely say something like, "There's not an inch of you I haven't seen." She didn't want to engage in that kind of flirtatious back-and-forth with him.
So she simply started changing in front of him.
As her clothes fell away, her graceful, jade-like body was revealed to the man's gaze. His originally clear eyes darkened abruptly, and his throat moved.
This exquisitely beautiful body, no matter how many times he saw it, could quickly stir a physical reaction in him.
Isabella caught the change in him from the corner of her eye. Quickly, she pulled on the dress she intended to wear and turned to the mirror to fix her hair.
The man embraced her from behind, closed his eyes, and gently rested his head against her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Isabella, we still have some time before we go out—"
Without giving her a chance to refuse, he tore the dress she had just put on. Breathing heavily, he kissed her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. His hand moved down, ripping her panties, and he rubbed her clit and slit.
Isabella looked at herself and Alexander in the mirror. He was like a beast in heat, and she was the helpless prey in his jaws.
He lifted her, carried her out of the walk-in closet to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. He took lubricant from the bedside, poured it into his palm, and slicked his fingers between her legs. Then, guiding his erect cock, he pushed into her.
He thrust into her repeatedly, making her and the bed shake.
Every time he took her, she initially resisted, then yielded to her body's instincts. She felt pleasure, even found it intensely satisfying. But this satisfaction was accompanied by deep guilt and shame.
Her soul seemed torn in two—one half submitting and enjoying, the other half despising and hating.
"Mmm..." A particularly hard thrust from Alexander made her close her eyes helplessly. The pleasure built relentlessly; before she could process one wave, another deep, fierce thrust followed.
She reached out and grabbed Alexander's arm. "...Mmm, enough..."
The man smiled knowingly, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. "Does it feel good? Hmm? Be good, relax. You're squeezing me too tight. I'll make you feel even better—"
He folded her body almost in half, pressing down on her. As his words ended, he drove deep into her, then began pistoning in and out of her like a machine.
Unable to bear it, she arched her neck back. Tears of physical overwhelm slid from the corners of her eyes. As he held her, she clawed at his shoulders and back, her sharp nails leaving bloody red marks on his skin, intentionally or not.
"Ah—" It was like being in the ocean, lifted high by a massive wave, her whole body weightless. She ascended to heaven, then plunged into hell.
The more pleasure she felt, the more her heart tormented her. She felt as if she were dying, her soul tearing, struggling, in agony as if on the verge of death.
The man didn't pause at all. His thick cock slid in and out of her slick entrance, the wet sounds growing louder and faster. Their fluids churned into tiny white bubbles around her vaginal opening, lewd and obscene.
His powerful, muscular body was formidable. Half-holding, half-pinning her, he kept her tightly locked in place. Even when she climaxed and her inner muscles clenched involuntarily, he maintained his fierce, relentless pace. He endured the tight constriction of her first orgasm, but with the second, he could hold back no longer. He released his thick, white cum deep into her convulsing core.
—
Fresh from the tumultuous sex, and short on time, Isabella didn't even shower. She just changed into new clothes and went with Alexander to the hotel to meet Julian Sullivan for dinner.
She had assumed Alexander's brother would be similarly fierce-looking. To her surprise, Julian was completely different from Alexander.
At just twenty-two, he had a fair, handsome face with the youthful softness of his age. His bright black eyes sparkled like stars, and their shape was exceptionally beautiful—so lovely they held a slight feminine quality, which nonetheless suited his handsome, well-defined features perfectly. He was radiantly handsome.
Julian was studying abroad in the UK and was back for Christmas vacation.
"Isabella," he addressed her when they met. "Nice to meet you." He smiled and extended his hand.
Clearly, Alexander had already told him about her before their meeting.
But she guessed, just like when Alexander introduced her to others before, Julian probably didn't know the specifics of her situation with Alexander. If he knew, his attitude wouldn't be so natural; he'd likely be awkward.
Isabella shook his hand and responded flatly, "Hello."
Her coldness left Julian, young and not skilled at breaking the ice, at a loss for words after the initial greeting.
After the three sat down, the Sullivan brothers did most of the talking. The older brother asked about the younger's studies and life. It sounded like Julian hadn't been back for over a year, so they had plenty to catch up on.
Isabella acted as if she were invisible, focusing on her meal.
Alexander served several large shrimp onto his own plate. While listening to his brother, he peeled them, then gave all the shrimp meat to Isabella.
Julian looked slightly surprised. In his memory, his brother wasn't the type to do such things.
"Bro, you're really good to Isabella. You weren't like this before," he said with a laugh.
It was another small attempt to engage Isabella in conversation.
However, Isabella gave him no reaction at all.
Naturally, Julian felt somewhat awkward.
Alexander reached out and gently stroked Isabella's cheek, smiling. "Before I met her, I wouldn't have believed I could become like this either." His face wore a doting smile.
Isabella used her napkin to wipe her mouth, subtly avoiding Alexander's touch. She offered a slight smile to Julian across the table as an acknowledgment, then said to Alexander, "I'm full. I'm a bit tired and would like to go back."
She wanted to leave, afraid that if she stayed longer, she might vomit right there in public. She felt nauseous—partly because she hadn't cleaned up properly after the earlier encounter, and partly because she was disgusted by Alexander's act in front of Julian.
Hearing this, Alexander's expression darkened slightly. "I saw you didn't eat much. Have a bit more."
His eyes already held a warning.
She guessed Julian must be very important to Alexander. In the past, in similar situations, she could leave whenever she was unhappy.
Of course, he's his blood brother.
She didn't want to risk something like Jacob being scalded by hot water over such a small matter. She glanced at Alexander and submitted. "Alright, I'll have a bit more then."