His movement came suddenly and unexpectedly, leaving Isabel Smith unprepared. A wave of intense pain instantly swept through her entire body.
Isabel's body spasmed with pain, and she instinctively reached out to grab the bedsheets beneath her. She swallowed hard twice, trying to alleviate the pain.
However, her endurance was futile; she felt the pain only growing.
She furrowed her brow, trying to push him away, but he reached out first, grabbed her wrist, and placed it over her head. He stared into her eyes, his own flashing with a cold light, and said slowly, his tone deliberate: "Do you understand, this is what a bed|**|partner is!"
Isabel's trembling lips couldn't utter a single word.
Percy Stanton's eyes were still filled with barely concealed anger. He stared at her, his face filled with mockery, and asked, "Have you not wronged me?"
A hint of sorrow surfaced in Percy's eyes. In that moment, he felt an urge to strangle the woman beneath him.