In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: She Will Die

Emanuele's actions were effortless, and with a single hand, he rendered Isabella powerless to resist or stop his advances. Isabella watched in horror as Emanuele's lips traced a path downward, circling her abdomen before moving even further south.

Emanuele now crouched between her legs, his eyes filled with desire, and he touched her in a way that made Isabella cry out in pain.

"Emanuele, please, I beg you, spare me," Isabella pleaded, her panic rising. She was overwhelmed, feeling as if she were a helpless, frightened dog, struggling to breathe as a suffocating sensation crept over her. Her mind began to reel from a lack of oxygen, causing it to throb and spasm.

Yet, despite her pitiable appearance, Emanuele had no intention of letting her go. There was a faint, gentle smile on his handsome face, a rare sight where Isabella was concerned.

However, in the next moment, he moved closer, and Isabella cried out in shock. She tried to kick him, but she was no match for his strength. She could only surrender to Emanuele, enduring the mixture of pain and physical pleasure. Soon, fireworks exploded in her mind, and her body trembled uncontrollably. It was only when she went completely limp that she realized how red her face had become, her eyes glazed, and tears of post-passion desire flowed.

Emanuele seemed immensely satisfied by her reaction. He stood up, leaning in to taste the scent of her body on her lips.

"Isabella, are you satisfied?" Emanuele asked, his voice a low whisper.

Isabella, now completely powerless, slumped against him.

For a while, she remained disoriented, her eyes still filled with hatred as she stared at Emanuele.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you!" Isabella shouted, feeling tainted. She was overwhelmed with anger, and the thought of what he had just done to her clouded her judgment.

If she had a gun at this moment, she believed she would kill Emanuele without hesitation.

A gun? That's right, Isabella suddenly remembered. Earlier at the restaurant, she had taken a gun from a hitman.

And now, the gun was in the pocket of her skirt.

Isabella immediately moved toward her skirt, and Emanuele, not knowing her intentions, wore a contented expression.

His lower body remained firm, and he desired to take her right there. However, he restrained himself. The game between the cat and the mouse was best played slowly. Killing her instantly would take away the fun.

Thinking about the pleasure he had just received from Isabella, Emanuele licked his lips. One day, he would make her serve him in the same way.

As Emanuele was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly saw Isabella turn around, holding a gun in her hand, the barrel pointed at him.

A hint of disbelief crept onto Emanuele's face. He couldn't believe that Isabella would point a gun at him.

"Isabella, what are you doing?" Emanuele asked.

"You humiliated me. I want you dead!" Isabella shouted, her eyes burning with anger.

She had endured a terrifying nightmare, the events of a few moments ago.

"Really? Then go ahead and shoot," Emanuele said, raising his hands. "You can shoot me."

Isabella had never anticipated Emanuele's complete lack of fear. He actually invited her to shoot him. Isabella's hands trembled, and the person who had been resolute about killing him was now trembling.

"Go ahead, shoot at my head," Emanuele said. "That way, I'll die instantly."