In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: I Will Hate You

Passionate tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she felt desire building inside her under Emanuele's control. But with a determined look, she told him, "I will hate you."

The conflict between her body's desires and her rational emotions didn't align. She yearned for Emanuele but that didn't mean she didn't resent him.

Emanuele, as if he had heard something amusing, twitched his lips and burst into laughter. "Hate me all you want, baby, but that won't stop me from taking you." Emanuele was now highly aroused. He proceeded to unbuckle his belt and removed his clothes. This time was entirely different from their previous encounters; Emanuele intended to take things to the next level.

Isabella could hardly bring herself to look at Emanuele. She lay on the bed, completely nude, bracing herself for what was about to unfold.

Isabella's body was nearly bare, and she couldn't help but fear what awaited her next.

Soon, her legs were forced apart, and she grimaced as Emanuele entered her, causing her to moan in pain. He was immense, and he lingered for a moment, allowing her to adjust before picking up the pace.

He seemed like an unrelenting warrior, thrusting deeper and harder with each move, making Isabella whimper involuntarily. Emanuele tugged at her hair and passionately kissed her, biting her neck.

Isabella thought of him as a hungry wolf who had finally captured a piece of meat, feasting voraciously. "Isabella, can you feel me inside you? Do you like this?" Emanuele's hoarse voice inquired, breathing heavily from his exertions.

Isabella could only emit moans at this point, unable to articulate any words. Her abdomen was tightly wound, and she could feel the approaching climax.

The man atop her had well-defined muscles, bulging pectorals, and visible biceps. He thrust into her with wild abandon, rendering Isabella incapable of coherent thoughts.

She had only experienced sexual intimacy once before, and it was nothing like the ferocity of Emanuele's passion. He was overpowering, and Isabella found herself struggling to keep up.

Desperate, she slapped Emanuele. "Too fast, too much, slow down," she screamed.

In response, Emanuele delivered a stinging slap to her buttocks, causing Isabella to shriek in pain. Yet this only seemed to further excite him.

"Your ass is so firm and perky, amazing!" Emanuele exclaimed excitedly.

Isabella had little capacity to think at this point. She felt her body twitching uncontrollably under Emanuele's movements, and she sensed her climax approaching. She tucked herself under the covers, trying to catch her breath, but Emanuele swiftly pulled her out again.

He forced her to straddle him, feeling the profound collision of their bodies. "Isabella, do you like it?" Emanuele inquired, wearing an evil grin.

Undeniably, Isabella did enjoy being intimate with Emanuele, but that didn't mean she didn't harbor resentment.

"I like it, but I still hate you..." Isabella said through gritted teeth.

"Your body says otherwise. You've soaked me so much. You say you don't like me?"