In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: His Dominating Claim

Upon learning that Emanuele was returning, Isabella promptly rushed downstairs to wait for him.

It had been several days since she had seen Emanuele, and thinking about how he had been busy with work, without a moment's rest, Isabella couldn't help but feel concerned for him.

Isabella missed Emanuele, despite their habit of bickering during their time together. She had to admit to herself that she held feelings for him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to marry him at the wedding.

But liking Emanuele was one thing; pretending not to care about him in his presence was another. In reality, the two aspects didn't conflict.

Today, Isabella chose to wait for Emanuele in the downstairs living room. She was just so tired. As she waited, fatigue overcame her, and she fell asleep.

In a drowsy state, Isabella felt herself being lifted. She opened her eyes to find Emanuele carrying her.

The room was dimly lit, and the man's handsome features, under the faint light, appeared particularly stern, cold, and devilishly handsome. Yet, Isabella was no longer afraid of Emanuele.

She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Emanuele's neck and resting her head on his chest. She even nuzzled him, much like an affectionate little kitten.

Seeing Isabella act so affectionately, Emanuele realized she hadn't fully woken up yet. Once she was awake, she'd be a fierce little tiger, quick to pounce.

Only in bed could Isabella manage to be somewhat well-behaved.

Emanuele carried Isabella back to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He kissed her before lying down beside her.

Feeling the sweet scent emanating from Isabella's body, Emanuele didn't feel the least bit sleepy. His blood was boiling, and his desire was pulling him in a particular direction.

Damn it, Isabella naively thought that he could just lay next to her without doing anything?

Not for Emanuele, though.

He began to kiss Isabella, starting from her forehead, down to her nose, then her lips, and onto her neck. He then started to unfasten her clothing, his lips trailing down to her chest.

Emanuele continued downwards, ultimately reaching Isabella's intimate area.

Isabella, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly found her body growing more and more uncomfortable. It felt as if a fire was burning within her, and as if ants were crawling on her skin. The sensation was unbearable.

Was she in the middle of a wet dream?

Isabella slowly opened her eyes, and once she saw what was happening, she couldn't help but cry out.

Oh, God! This was no dream.

At that moment, Emanuele was passionately engaging with her, his mouth expertly tending to her needs. Isabella's body was responding to the excitement, and she instinctively grabbed his hair.

"Emanuele, stop, please stop," Isabella implored.

Emanuele looked at her, a hint of amusement on his face. "I can stop, but can you?" He teased.

Indeed, when Emanuele ceased, Isabella found herself in agony. The pleasure was so close to its peak, and she couldn't help but writhe and grind her legs together.

Seeing Isabella like this, Emanuele couldn't help but chuckle. He parted her legs and said, "If you beg me, I'll help you."

He pressed his lower body against Isabella's entrance but hesitated, as if he were patiently waiting for her. Isabella moaned, gazing at the man who held her life in his hands.