In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Sharing a Bed

Isabella found herself in Emanuele's embrace, covered by the bedsheets, sharing the same bed. Emanuele's stature was imposing, his chest chiseled with hard muscles, and lying in his arms felt as uncomfortable as resting on a solid plank.

Not only that, but his heartbeat, his scorching body temperature, and his dominant aura made Isabella feel incredibly uneasy. The intimacy of the contact was overwhelming, and Isabella blushed and trembled, desperate to escape.

Isabella made an effort to shift her body, attempting to free herself from Emanuele's hold. However, as she moved, she suddenly felt a rigid object pressing against her legs, poking her like a stick.

At the same time, Emanuele's voice, husky and filled with desire, whispered, "Isabella, you're not obedient at all. Do you want me to have my way with you?"

Emanuele's words sent a chill down Isabella's spine. She stammered, "I just want to sleep."

"It's too late," Emanuele murmured, unmoved by Isabella's pleas.

With a swift motion, he rolled over, pinning Isabella beneath him. His powerful, beastly physique covered her, casting a shadow that blocked out the light.

Emanuele's eyes were deep and filled with desire as they roamed over her. "I'm not... I just want to sleep," Isabella stammered, her words barely coherent.

"It's too late," Emanuele whispered, ignoring her pleas.

In an instant, Isabella's world shattered. Her silk pajamas, which Emanuele had provided for her since she arrived, were torn into shreds with a single pull from him. The sheer audacity of his actions left Isabella exposed, her face flushed with embarrassment and her body trembling.

Emanuele's eyes roamed over her shamelessly, filling her with fear and humiliation. In his gaze, she felt as though he had already violated her.

Why was Emanuele subjecting her to such torment? Isabella couldn't comprehend. She was already compliant, obedient, yet he showed her no mercy.

Isabella felt a sense of despair wash over her. Should she end her suffering by giving in, or endure the continuous torment Emanuele subjected her to?

Isabella couldn't find an answer. She attempted to shield her body, but Emanuele was swift. He seized both her wrists with one hand, effortlessly lifting them above her head and pinning them to the headboard. With his free hand, he touched her exposed skin, his rough fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Emanuele, please, please spare me," Isabella pleaded. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the feeling of suffocation in her chest gradually spread, forcing her to gasp for air.

But her fragile and innocent appearance only excited Emanuele even more.

"Isabella, look at you now, so pitiful. Weren't you always wanting to resist me, wanting to escape our world in the mafia?" Emanuele reached out to wipe the tears from Isabella's eyes. The warmth of her tears heightened Emanuele's excitement.

After wiping them away, he even put his fingers in his mouth, savoring the salty taste of her tears, as if delicately savoring her vulnerability.

Seeing this, Isabella couldn't help but shout, "You're crazy, you madman!"

"Yes, you guessed it right. My enemies do indeed call me the Chicago Madman." Emanuele burst into laughter.

Then he lowered his head and kissed Isabella's lips.

His aggression was strong, forcing Isabella to open her mouth, and he delved in with his tongue, savoring the fragrance between her lips and teeth.

The floral and fruity scent on her body made him crave more, as if he wanted to devour her.

Isabella had to endure Emanuele's kiss, and her heart was filled with despair.