Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 411 Venting His Desire

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?”

There was a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared at me, making me

know what he would do next, but

are better than

at Michael, I suppressed my panic

I said that. Michael started moving violently

my hand against his chest, wanting to lessen the pain. However, it was like he had gone mad—he

stop! You’re… hurting

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

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

was speaking to me, his body did not slow down at

him—I was digging my own grave.

to rest.

throat became hoarse. Michael only spared me when morning arrived, but he did not forget

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

my ear and demanded frostily, “Did it feel good last night? Did you hit climax many times? Is he

with coldness and fury. According to my understanding of him, he was

no energy left within me and I did not want

personality, I would never give in to him. However, I knew clearly that if I continued to

a lesson—never praise another man in front of someone like Michael, especially when

mean that you’re still unsatisfied? Do