Chapter 52 Forced to Have Sex by Brother in the Car

Anna's POV

I gasped softly, totally caught off guard by how tightly Isaac was holding me.

Isaac suddenly lowered his head and looked down at me. After a few seconds of eye contact, I nervously clutched the fabric on his back.

His gaze darkened, with a hint of intensity.

Tina quickly caught up and said to Isaac, "Wait, you promised to spend the day with me. Where are you going now?"

"The hospital. I'll be back," Isaac replied indifferently.

At this moment, Tina stopped in her tracks. Her upbringing prevented her from making a scene.

Isaac carried me to the Rolls-Royce parked in the school's underground garage. Throughout the walk to the garage, I kept my head buried in his chest. If someone recognized us or took a photo, I couldn't imagine how his admirers would treat me.

As we got into the car, he lit a cigar, something he rarely did before. I instinctively reached out to take the cigar from his hand. At that moment, Isaac suddenly fastened my seatbelt, only to unbuckle it the next second.

"Isaac," I called out in surprise.

Hearing me call his name, he seemed to be greatly stimulated. He suddenly stared into my eyes and then cupped my chin and kissed me.

I kept hitting his chest, but he didn't seem to care. He used one hand to untie my hair tie and held the back of my head to deepen the kiss.

His kiss was more domineering than before, filled with possessiveness, completely controlling the rhythm.

My long hair intertwined with Isaac's fingers. If it were when I first met him, I could hardly imagine that the eldest son of the Allen family, who valued family honor the most, would have this side.

When he was somewhat satisfied, he let go of me, holding me in his arms and pressing my head against his chest.

"We can't continue like this," I said, my hair disheveled, looking up at him.

Although he had just forcibly kissed me, my disheveled appearance made it seem as though something much more intense had happened.

Isaac didn't speak, just stared at me seriously as I tidied my clothes.

I couldn't help but frown at him. "What about your fiancée? You should be faithful to your mate."

He finally reacted, looking at me in surprise, his grip on my waist tightening. "You mean Tina? She's not my fiancée yet."

I was stunned for a moment and asked softly, "Really?"

Isaac replied, "When the time comes for me to have a fiancée, I'll be mindful of my actions."

I forcefully broke free from his embrace. "What about me? You'll eventually have a suitable fiancée or a destined mate. I'm just your sister!"

Isaac didn't speak but directly pressed me down. My dress was torn by him, and the buttons on my chest were violently ripped open.

"No, Isaac, we can't do this!" I pushed him, tears streaming down my face.

Isaac cupped my chin, suddenly staring at my tearful face. He looked for a long time before finally looking away.

"I won't force you today. Just behave," Isaac said, his hand gripping my exposed shoulder, kissing me again.

I knew what he meant by behaving. I had to take the initiative, carefully prying open his thin lips, watching his expression as I tentatively explored.

He closed his eyes, his expression showing a hint of enjoyment. Although I had seen him asleep a few times, every time I saw him with his eyes closed, I was still amazed.

At that moment, Isaac's breathing got heavy. He pinned me against the car door, his hands gripping my shoulders tight.

He came at me with this mix of dominance and gentleness, totally in control, dragging me into his world of passion.

"Isaac..." When he finally let go, I was a mess, my body weak, my mind blank.

Instinctively, I grabbed his tie to keep my balance, my eyes dazed as I looked at him.

Isaac leaned in closer, pulled by the tie. When he reached a certain angle, he turned into a beast. His strong arms lifted me like I weighed nothing, holding me up with one hand.

His muscular body thrust upwards, penetrating me. I couldn't help but cry out. His other hand made sure I kept holding his tie.

I was pinned against the steering wheel, completely under his control.

"Whatever you want, I can give you," Isaac said, slipping a limitless black card into my pocket as he unbuttoned the rest of my clothes.

He was inside me, but he didn't force himself, waiting for my response.

I shook my head desperately. "But you'll get tired of me. There will be other girls, or you'll leave me when you find your destined mate."

Isaac looked at me calmly. "I don't know. Right now, I just want you."

He didn't deny he might get tired of me or that there might be others.

My body grew wetter, drawing him deeper inside. I closed my eyes in shame. "But you're my brother. I don't want anything! Isaac, you can't do this. Can you get past that?"

Pain flashed across Isaac's face, his brows furrowing in a struggle. I knew how much his pride meant to him.

"I won't force you. Just take what I give you," his voice whispered in my ear, "Anna, I need to stay inside for a while."

Before I could react, Isaac stepped on the gas, his thrusts synchronized with the car's acceleration. As the car sped up, he suddenly hit the brakes, driving deeply into me with a forceful thrust. A sigh escaped my lips.

"Does it hurt?" Isaac asked, focusing on me.

"No," I said, shaking my head, one hand on his shoulder.

Isaac held my waist again, but then his phone rang. He answered it.

Nick's teasing voice came through, "Isaac, I heard from Tina you blew her off again. She's gorgeous; how could you? Want me to take care of her for you?"

Isaac's face turned cold. "Think about your own life before you try to get near her."

Nick laughed, "Alright, you're so protective that you don't even care about your own brother!"

As I listened to their conversation, the memory of Nick inviting Tina to dance flashed in my mind. Isaac was so protective of her, yet here I was, just a toy. I used to think I was special to Nick, but now I realized I was just another plaything.

The call hadn't ended yet. I tentatively placed my hand on Isaac's neck and kissed him.