After Marrying My Boss

Michael moved quickly. He leaned close to my ear and spoke sensually.

When he spoke, I could feel his warm breath puffing against my ear, tickling it.

Michael grunted as his expression turned even more solemn.

“How desperate are you? Even words can make you feel aroused. Didn't Nicholas satisfy you on the bed?”

Michael continued speaking beside my ear. However, when I heard what he said, I had an urge to punch him.

If he wants to do it, just do it! Why must he drag Nicholas into this? There's nothing between Nicholas and me—absolutely nothing. Why is he saying this now? Does it feel good to insult me?

“I think that his is much bigger than yours. Also, he lasts longer than you. Compared to doing it with you, it felt much better and satisfying with him!”

Since he had already insulted me like that, there was no need for me to show him any mercy. Despite knowing how possessive Michael was, I went on to say that. I wanted him to experience how I felt.

When he heard what I said, he stopped mid-action. He propped his arms beside me while a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

“Did you say that you felt more comfortable doing it with him? That his is bigger than mine and that he lasts longer?”

Michael gritted his teeth furiously. There was a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared at me, making me feel like the surrounding air turned colder.

Gazing into Michael's eyes, I started to feel flustered. I did not know what he would do next, but I did not want to give in. After all, he was the one who insulted me first.

“Yeah! His techniques are better than yours!”

Looking straight at Michael, I suppressed my panic and replied loudly.

However, I regretted it the second after I said that. Michael started moving violently and I could barely stand it.

I pressed my hand against his chest, wanting to lessen the pain. However, it was like he had gone mad—he did not even care that I was in pain.

“Michael, stop! You're... hurting me!”

I frowned in agony. Although I was aroused by how passionate Michael was, my body would not be able to take it for a prolonged period of time.

“You can't take it anymore? Didn't you say that Nicholas' was bigger than mine and that he lasts longer in bed? Since I haven't satisfied you in the past, I'll let you enjoy it tonight. Let's see who can make you feel even more satisfied!” spat Michael resentfully.

Even though he was speaking to me, his body did not slow down at all.

I had never seen Michael act so crazily. At that moment, I regretted saying those words to provoke him—I was digging my own grave. If I did not say that and just endured his mocking comments, I would not have to suffer like this.

That night, I barely had any time to rest. Michael kept wanting more and more.

The entire night passed by in a rush of madness. I screamed so much that my throat became hoarse. Michael only spared me when morning arrived, but he did not forget what I said.

I lay on my bed like a ragged doll, my limbs spread wide apart. When Michael gazed at my face, a look of heartache flashed across his eyes before disappearing quickly.

He leaned down beside my ear and demanded frostily, “Did it feel good last night? Did you hit climax many times? Is he better on bed or me?”

Michael's voice was tinged with coldness and fury. According to my understanding of him, he was furious about what I said.

I closed my eyes, no longer looking at him. There was no energy left within me and I did not want to argue with him anymore.

Based on my personality, I would never give in to him. However, I knew clearly that if I continued to provoke him, I might not be able to withstand what would come next.

After this experience, I learned a lesson—never praise another man in front of someone like Michael, especially when it came to their skills in bed. Otherwise, he would not let you off the hook easily.