In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Enjoying This Game

The money from before? Isabella suddenly remembered that indeed, Emanuele had transferred money to her earlier, saying it was for her living expenses. Fifty thousand dollars, no small amount, but Isabella didn't want to spend his money. She felt it was tainted with blood, unclean. So, she had only kept a thousand dollars and donated the rest to charity. During this time, with the loss of her job and unknowingly draining her savings, there wasn't much left.

"I donated the money to a charity," Isabella replied.

"Very good! Isabella, you're truly kind," Emanuele said, extending his hand to stroke Isabella's neck. He grabbed her shoulders, accidentally pushing her into the closet.

Isabella's stomach bumped into a drawer, displaying his expensive watches, ties, belts, cufflinks, and more. At the same time, Emanuele's body pressed against her. His large, powerful body was firmly against hers, and Isabella felt something hard between her legs.

She thought, here we go again. This man only knows this one move.

But this time, she didn't feel as shy or embarrassed as she did the first time. Instead, there was an excited smile on her face as she kept her gaze locked onto Emanuele.

"Come on, Emanuele, hit me harder. I like this feeling!" she said.

Emanuele then smacked her bottom twice. Isabella yelled, "Alright, foreplay is over!"

In the next moment, Emanuele tore her clothes apart. The silk fabric fell like pieces of shattered glass, and he pulled off her underwear, leaving Isabella completely exposed.

Emanuele's eyes blazed with heat as he saw Isabella in this state. His body was pulsing with intense heat, making him feel like he was about to explode. Unfortunately, Isabella, this seductive little devil, kept provoking him.

"Emanuele, come on, use your strength to ravish me!" Isabella longed to be taken by him, to be dominated, until her body and soul were completely satisfied.

With a muffled groan, Emanuele embraced Isabella and pushed her against the glass, her back facing him. He thrust himself forcefully into her, pinning her against the glass and holding her body tightly, smacking her bottom.

In this moment, Emanuele felt his body gradually awakening on Isabella's body. His blood was screaming in his veins, urging him to completely destroy this woman and make her merge into his body.

To take her, to take her forcefully, and make her climax under him to the point of losing consciousness was his only thought at this moment.

Isabella, indeed, lost her sanity under Emanuele's ferocious onslaught. From the initial pain to later pleasure, she felt Emanuele's unrestrained dominance over her. He was so powerful, so fast, that she couldn't struggle or breathe properly, always on the verge of being overwhelmed by him.

At the same time, she felt Emanuele's excitement. He was incredibly excited inside her, squeezing her breasts tightly and kissing her roughly as if he wanted to consume her.

Under this sensory assault, Isabella couldn't help but wear a smug smile. At least it proved that her body had thoroughly captivated Emanuele, didn't it?

Emanuele, through the reflection in the glass, saw the foolish smile on Isabella's face. She seemed to enjoy not only the physical pleasure but also the joy of conquering him with her body.

Emanuele lifted Isabella with ease and tossed her onto the large bed nearby. He then climbed on top of her, gazing into her eyes.

"Do you really enjoy this game?" he asked.