Contract Marriage Devil's Trap

"Are you sure you aren't seducing me now?"

Maxwell's voice echoed in Isabella's ears, his voice hoarse and attractive.Isabella felt a chill on her legs.

Looking down, she became so embarrassed that she wished to dig a hole for herself.

She had completely forgotten that she wasn't wearing her pajamas now.

With Maxwell's reminder, everything that had happened last night flashed through her mind and the memory was so vivid that she couldn't help but blush.

Moreover, she was only wearing a white shirt, which belonged to Maxwell.

Fortunately, he was much taller than her, so his shirt managed to cover her upper thighs.

Yet, her exposed legs indeed looked alluring.

Therefore, in Maxwell's eyes, this scene was undoubtedly a seduction.

Since he was already aroused when he saw her just now, he was fighting hard not to conform to his desire now.

Although he was a man with high self-control, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

In the past, any seduction was nothing to him and he wouldn't be affected at all.

However, he found Isabella's actions the most enchanting because she didn't do it on purpose.

Even though he told himself he needed to behave, his body reacted oppositely.

Slowly, he couldn't stop himself from walking toward her.

Meanwhile, Isabella was anxiously searching for clothes and didn't notice Maxwell approaching.

When she finally found the dress she left in the room and wanted to change into it, she was hugged from behind.

With his body pressed against her back, she could feel his unusually high temperature as if he couldn't wait to be intimate with her.

At once, she trembled violently.

In her heart, she almost cursed and wondered whether there would be a day when Maxwell was no longer insatiable.

While Isabella was in a daze, Maxwell was slowly moving his hands up from her belly.

Feeling this, she struggled and fiercely shook off his hands.

"I'm not seducing you, and I'm not interested to have sex with you."

Isabella turned to look at Maxwell with obvious disgust in her eyes.

Under this kind of gaze, Maxwell snapped out of his infatuation and knew being with him was something she had never wanted.

However, he couldn't hold back from hurting her upon meeting her disgusted gaze.

Saying harsh and hostile words to her might be better.

"I thought you enjoyed it very much.It was you who climbed into my bed last night."

Maxwell looked at Isabella coldly.

From the moment she broke free, the desire in his eyes had completely disappeared.

Hearing this, Isabella was exasperated.

it was true that she was the one who got into the bed, she did it when she was drunk and this was where she had once slept

you know why

believed Maxwell was the

you, a thirsty woman, to climb into

made the situation stand

so much that she was trembling with

the

couldn't stop moaning.Are you trying to

insults,

so much that the only

of a retort, her body had

back to her senses, she had already slapped

see whether she had left a mark on

this moment, she

though, she stood

she felt the resentment in her heart was lifted

who had

impulse was not something she

shrouded in the gloom as if the air was running

of Maxwell's expectation that Isabella would

still turning to the side. He realized this was the first time in his life that he was beaten by someone, and it was by a

hand, Isabella thought he was going to hit her and was

going to wipe off

forget what happened last night.Well, I guess I have to refresh your memory.’ His ruthless voice sounded like the prelude to a

felt danger and wanted

already reached out and

to do, Isabella struggled with all her strength and tried to shake

he was exerting so much force that he

or hit

she

and was pressed against the coffee table where Kyra

and fast, his gaze was fixed on

and knew she couldn't overpower him.Calmly, she looked at him

"Do you remember now?"

curled,

need to remember? About

also smiled but

on Maxwell's face disappeared the

lips were showing his suppressed

you've said so, I should

moment, Isabella's expression did not change

as a joke, she couldn't hide her amusement, disgust,

be honest, there was

she could do nothing but act

comforting herself by thinking that she was

she lied to herself, the

a huge rock in her heart, she was

was a little annoyed by

his head, he kissed her

hard he tried, he couldn't break

to take his next action, Isabella

so hard,

stopped his action.Hence, this made their current posture

"Let go of me."

hoarseness, his voice eroded by