After Isabelle walked into her room, she had been sitting at the end of the bed, letting out a sigh. Suddenly, the door opened.

“Is this the room you used to stay in?”

Surprised by Richt’s sudden appearance, Isabelle jumped to her feet.

“What’s going on?”

His gaze, calmly surveying the room, finally fell on her. The sharp eyes were piercing, without even a blink.

“Not that look again. Since when did I become someone inferior to you?”

His thick dark eyebrows arched downward. A scowl crossed his otherwise flat face.

“Is it because of him?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about Viscount Ross.”

Richt didn’t ask directly. Isabelle had said it wasn’t because of another man, but the fragile trust he held onto evaporated the moment he saw Eden.

“Don’t talk about Eden like that, for your own benefit.”

“He’s a scoundrel, trying to get his hands on another man’s wife.”

Isabelle was bewildered. Why would someone who was so good at judging situations make such an assumption. If it was a ridiculous misunderstanding, it needed to be clarified.

“He’s not like that.”

“Are you taking sides now? Be honest with me. You’re lying when you say you don’t have a man, right?”

Richt refused to listen to Isabelle. She flinched as his dark eyes flashed frighteningly. He looked more dangerous than when she’d brought up the subject of divorce with him in Barsk. A sense of foreboding made Isabelle take a step back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You seem out of your right mind.”

“You’re right.”

“What?”

“I’ve been out of my mind since I realized you moved out of the house.”

“We’re getting a divorce anyway, does it matter where I live? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

Not knowing when he would come back to Barsk, she couldn’t just wait indefinitely. She could see the look on Diana’s face, and she couldn’t tell him everything anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Richt sneered, his mouth set in a bad line.

“Are you determined to get a divorce?”

“I’ve already made up my mind. I apologize for stating it so bluntly, but please respect my decision.”

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t divorce you.”

“Why?”

Isabelle didn’t understand.

“Why? That’s what I want to ask. Why should I do what you want?”

Richt took a step forward. A dangerous scent emanated from him as he approached. Isabelle flinched and stepped back. Having seen his unfamiliar demeanor before, her heart pounded.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“What do you want?”

“What could a husband possibly want from his wife?”

Richt brushed the back of his finger across Isabelle’s face. Desire was clearly visible in his dark eyes. Even with a slight touch, her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t accept it. Isabelle swiftly swatted away the hand that touched her cheek.

“If you need a woman, go find one somewhere else. Visit a brothel or something.”

“Why would I, when my wife is right here?”

Richt pulled her waist firmly, bringing their bodies close. His lower half had been hard. The feel of his p*nis was felt in her lower abdomen.

Since when did Richt become so bold?

“And with a very lewd body at that.”

“Stop it.”

“Just a touch, and you’re soaking w*t, refusing to let my c*ck go as you clenched me tight.”

“I don’t want to hear this.”

“Until the bed is soaked, taking me in until you can’t breathe.”

“Please!”

“Did I say something wrong? It’s the truth, Isabelle.”

Such vulgarity. Isabelle wanted to cover her ears. Why did he have to be so mean?

“Divorce?”

Richt chuckled and grabbed her a$s. A small, short groan escaped her mouth.

His grip on her a$s was hot as if on fire. The groping hand moved toward the center through the gap in her clothes. Though it was over the clothes, the sensation was vivid. The touch conveyed persistent desire. Richt had no intention of backing down.

“Do you have any idea how much money your brother took from me?”

“Are you going to blackmail me with that?”

“Does that sound like blackmail to you?”

“Isn’t it?”

“If it sounded like that, maybe it is. I’m just stating the facts.”

Even so, Richt wanted to soothe the anxiety within him. His wife had never refused to share a bed with him. So, he earnestly hoped that she wouldn’t push him away, as she always did.

“Do it, then.”

Isabelle looked up at Richt with defiant eyes. He couldn’t fathom the sadness that had always shone in her bright blue eyes.

“How many times do you want me to do this?”

“Are you going to behave like a wh*re now?”

“You treated me that way.”

The conversation was getting off track. Richt swore he hadn’t come here to have this kind of conversation. He wanted to set everything back to its original place.

But the gentle soft words wouldn’t come. He didn’t know what Isabelle really wanted, how to change her mind, how to mend their broken relationship.

“I’ve held you so many times already. I wonder if you’re worth enough to repay your debts.”

Pressuring her using Timogere’s debt, insulting her, it was all beyond his plan. The fact that she left Calitheon Mansion without a word and shared affection with Viscount Ross paralyzed his mind. Petty jealousy surged through his veins.

The image of Eden caressing Isabelle’s delicate white ankle was stuck in his mind. He could barely restrain himself from snapping the viscount’s wrists.

Isabelle’s white cheeks grew paler and her eyes reddened at the insult in Richt’s words. He knew he shouldn’t be holding her like this, but at the same time he had a conflicting desire to knock her down and pound her from the inside.

No matter how many times he tried, his thirst for Isabelle remained unquenchable, growing stronger by the day. For three years, he had suppressed his desire for her. Then, it all burst out that night. Once the dam broke, it couldn’t be restored to its original state.

“Do not expect me to treat you kindly.”

“You’re not the same person I knew.”

“Yeah, that’s right. The Richt Calitheon you knew is gone now.”

If he couldn’t undo it, he wanted to let her know clearly. When she wanted to laugh, when she wanted to cry, and whose arms she should be in.

“I don’t know you.”

“If you wanted me to be the same, you shouldn’t have mentioned divorce.”

Richt tore off her dress and quickly stripped off her clothes. It didn’t take long for the outerwear and slip to come off. Isabelle, who became n*ked, huddled her body.

The memories of that night came rushing back. Richt, who indulged in thrusting like a wild animal, spouting incoherent words. Her first violent and lewd affair. The pl*asure was horrifying. The experience of being penetrated all night long was vividly engraved on her body.

“On your knees.”

Richt ordered, unbuckling his pants. Isabelle hesitantly bent her knees. The cold floor touched her shins.

“Open your mouth.”

Her damp blue eyes fluttered. Isabelle grabbed his c*ck with her trembling hand. She sensed what he wanted, but it was too huge to fit in her mouth.

“Don’t just stare at it, suck it.”

With a sinister aura, Richt’s reddened m*mber plunged into her mouth. Just the gl*ns alone, her mouth was already filled to the brim. She tried to roll her tongue around and licked it, but Richt didn’t seem satisfied.

He grabbed the back of Isabelle’s head with one hand and pushed his p*nis further inside. The overwhelming size made her gag. It felt like her throat was going to be blocked.

“You have to enjoy it. It’s what you like.”

Richt moved his hips, watching his c*ck slide in and out of her lips. Isabelle sucked on it with great effort. Pre-c*m and saliva mixed and flowed down from her small red lips, making a mess of her chin.

“You’re mouth’s quite good too. I should have done it sooner.”

Richt continued to rock his hips. Isabelle barely breathed as she took him in.

Despite her clumsy mouth work, he quickly came. Richt pulled his p*nis out and took his t*sticles into her mouth.

“Lick it.”

Isabelle did as she was told, teasing him with her tongue, and Richt grabbed his p*nis and gave it a quick jerk.

He thought about ej*culating in her mouth, but he wanted to spray his c*m all over her tear-stained face, and the thought of her gasping for air, covered in his seed, made him want to c*m right then and there.

Richt quickened his strokes, enjoying the feel of Isabelle’s soft tongue. After a few quick strokes, the milky, sticky l*quid splattered out. Her face and hair were a mess with sperm stuck all over them. Looking at her soiled cheeks, Richt pushed his load into Isabelle’s mouth.

Seeing her covered in his c*m, a perverted sense of satisfaction rose deep in his chest. He was conscious that he was doing a terrible thing, but he had no intention of stopping.

“Suck it all up. Don’t leave a single drop.”

Her tongue licked around her lips as she sucked Richt’s finger, which was very seductive. The occasional gasps of her labored breath also aroused strange excitement.

It was such a stimulating and lustful sight that he wanted to tease her again and again, greedily, if he could. His p*nis, that could not be satisfied with one ej*culation, quickly became hard.

Richt grabbed Isabelle by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He laid her down on the bed with sheets as white as her skin and climbed on top of her.

The next few moments went according to Richt’s wishes. A menacing object was felt between their entangled bodies. The p*nis that stabbed her thigh was sharp.

She dreaded what was to happen next, but her body was getting w*t. A thick hand slipped inside her thighs, holding them together. Fingers slid through her p*bic hair and into the crevice of her p*ssy.

“Ah.”

“Look at you. You’re already w*t.”

Richt lightly laughed after noticing her dampness.

“You can’t live without me.”

As if burning with jealousy, he teased her several times before withdrawing his hand. Her unsatisfied p*ssy was tickling like crazy. If he had touched her more, harder, faster, and scratched her all the way inside, like he did last time, she would have made a mess of herself…

Isabelle gasped as her thoughts went that far. She was surprised to find herself wistful, wondering if he was right and she really couldn’t live without him. Unlike her desires to release her urges, her mind was complicated.

“Let’s take it slow today. We won’t end it in a hurry like last time.”