In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Her Life Is Not a Game

"Baby, you're amazing!" Emanuele couldn't help but praise Isabella.

He could feel Isabella's tongue swirling around, her head bobbing up and down. She seemed to know precisely how to please him.

"Suck harder," Emanuele commanded.

Isabella obeyed, all the while looking up at Emanuele.

This was a scene Emanuele had fantasized about since the moment he met Isabella. Back then, he had imagined Isabella's pink lips enveloping his manhood, and her bright, shining eyes gazing up at him. Now, this fantasy had come true, and it satisfied Emanuele both physically and mentally.

God, he was on the verge of climaxing! Emanuele held Isabella's head and compelled her to take all of him. When he felt her throat clench around him, he thought he was going to transcend this world.

At this moment, Emanuele was no different from Isabella a while ago. His actions were dictated by desire.

"Oh, my God, Isabella, you're amazing!" Emanuele exclaimed, looking at Isabella as she gagged and teared up. The pleasure coursing through his body intensified.

This was it. He grabbed her hair and started thrusting relentlessly, increasing his pace.

The intense climax made Emanuele's body shudder, draining all his strength, and it felt as if his muscles were melting away.

He released everything into Isabella.

Watching her swallow everything he had given her, Emanuele felt a satisfaction he had never experienced before. Not even with the women he had been with before did he feel such intense pleasure.

Now, Isabella looked relaxed and triumphant. "Well done, Emanuele. You're stronger than I imagined, but you need to up your game."

With that, she hopped off him and walked towards the bathroom. She needed a soothing shower and a good night's sleep. God knew how she had endured this period, especially last night when she had barely had two hours of sleep.

Watching Isabella's swaying hips, Emanuele clenched his teeth and had the urge to spank her. He felt like she was growing up rapidly.

Thinking about it, Emanuele couldn't help but smile with a touch of pride. In reality, he wasn't sure if Isabella could become a suitable Mafia queen, as she was too innocent and hadn't been through much. However, he suddenly realized that she was highly adaptable. She always managed to find her rhythm within his rules and attempted to turn the tables.

Watching her grow little by little would undoubtedly be fascinating.

After their showers, Isabella explored the room, and even the master bedroom alone had everything they needed to spend three days without going out, and they wouldn't get bored.

Soon, Emanuele finished his shower and joined her, walking up from behind and asking, "Are you satisfied with this place?"

"Satisfied," Isabella replied, turning to face Emanuele. She found it hard to take her eyes off him. At that moment, Emanuele was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his upper body bare. Water droplets, not yet dried, flowed over his smooth abdominal muscles.

He looked as strong as a mountain, blocking her view and making her appear delicate in comparison.

Emanuele noticed the way Isabella couldn't tear her eyes away and couldn't help but smile. It seemed she was quite pleased with his physique, which made Emanuele both delighted and proud.

At this moment, Isabella was looking at the clothes inside the wardrobe, rearranging her things according to her own habits. This reminded Emanuele of something.

"You said you donated the money I gave you? How much did you donate?"

"Forty thousand," Isabella said, "I kept one thousand for myself."

"You did a fantastic job!" Emanuele couldn't help but pat Isabella's cheek. "Why didn't you donate it all? You're so charitable."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone.