Harry Hunter turned Isabella Weaver over, letting her lie on the bed as he leaned in to love her in the closest embrace.
He used a bit more force than usual, even gripping with his fingers, becoming more intense, more frenzied.
This was his woman.
No one else could hold her!
That bastard Alexander Parker must have held her many times before!
Jealousy ignited a fire in Harry Hunter's heart!
His strength gradually went out of control, causing Isabella Weaver to cry out again.
Was Harry Hunter going crazy?
Why was he so forceful tonight, even rough!
Her eyes reddened, almost in tears: "Harry, you're hurting me!"
Harry instantly stopped and gently cradled her in his arms, kissing her softly: "Does it hurt?"
He didn't feel like he was using that much force though!
What a little princess!
Isabella burst into tears: "I don't want this anymore, let go of me, you're a brute!"
