Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 14

The kiss wasn’t just a claim; it was a brand. His hands moved to my back, pressing me closer as if he wanted to mold me to him permanently.

And I melted.

I melted in his arms perfectly, as if I were made for it.

A traitorous moan escaped my throat when his lips moved to the sweet spot behind my ear, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline. He wasn't just kissing me with his lips, but he was worshipping me. With each kiss, it felt like he was burning his name in my flesh.

My fingers curled into his damp hair to push him away but instead, I found myself holding him tighter.

My body was betraying me.

“See?” he smirked against my collarbone, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin. “You can deny me all you want, but this…” His hand slid down, squeezing my thigh possessively. “This reaction? It’s all mine.”

I gasped when my breathing became erratic. My resolve was crumbling under his gentle touch. My body was melting, becoming a putty in his hands. The undeniable heat roused in between my legs.

A whimper of shame and desire passed my lips. I wanted to push him away and scream at him for treating me so brutally but my body... My body had other plans.

His hand moved to the front. With his knuckles, he grazed the curve of my bosoms and I shuddered.

With a smirk on his lips, he leaned down, kissing his way to my chest. His tongue flicked out to lick my exposed cleavage. My grip on his hair tightened as I squeezed my legs tightly, bringing him closer.

I needed friction down there. Any kind of friction that could soothe the ache.

"I will give you what you need, Dolcezza, but first say that you feel it too," he asked in a dark and demanding voice. "Say that your body belongs to me. Only me"

My eyes grew wider and I gasped loudly when he squeezed my bosoms in between his palms all of a sudden.

Despite the cold water that was constantly drenching me, my entire body was on fire. And I was totally helpless, completely at his mercy.

My rational brain kicked in, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I don't belong to you!"

He just chuckled at my response.

"But your body, Dolcezza, already knows who it belongs to."

He pressed his lips against the nerve pulsing in my neck. One of his hands rested on my shoulder while the other moved down to my hip, adjusting himself against my core, rubbing into me more, pushing me to the edge, leaving me breathless.

"And the truth is, you were made for me.”

My breath hitched as my body trembled. My hips bucked up, moving along with him as he kissed me again, this time slow and deep.

I had never felt like this with anyone before. Then why him?

I was losing myself in him without the fight having even started and this terrified me more than anything else.

He knows how to play with my mind and he is taking advantage of exactly that.

"You can do whatever you want but remember that I am always one step ahead of you," he warned. "Dare to think of another man, and I’ll make you watch as he burns before your eyes. First I will kill him and then I will show you to whom you belong!"

He paced, making it hard for me to even breathe. The fabric of my pants was now scrubbing against my sensitive area. I needed something else.

Heat coursed through my veins, but a small part of my brain still fought to resist.

"But... But what if I am already touched and tainted?" I asked, gasping.

And he stopped.

A moan of disappointment passed my lips.

His eyes darkened and his hold on me tightened.

"I don't care about your past. But now that you are mine, I can't let anyone touch you. You belong to me now, body and soul. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

His palms moved up to my waist, his rough thumb caressing the mark on my stomach. He stroked it gently as if trying to make it disappear with his mere touch.

And then one of his hands started moving downward. My hand immediately grabbed his wrist from going further.

“Shhh,” he hushed in a dark and hypnotic voice. “Let me feel what’s mine.”