Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 22

Third-person POV

After locking the door, Nikolai turned to face Alessia. The silence in the room was broken by the sound of his footsteps.

Alessia's heart pounded faster with each step he took toward her. Her mind was still trying to connect the dots.

Alessia always wanted to know the truth of the mark on her stomach. Her father told her that she got it in an accident but that was the only thing that she could never accept.

The storm in Nikolai's dark eyes showed that there was a lot that he was hiding a lot. And she wanted to know everything.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment."

Wrapping one of his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. His knuckles brushed against her temple slightly.

"And now that the moment is right here, I can't wait any longer."

Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. His hand moved down to the hem of her t-shirt. Just as he was about to pull it up, she caught his wrist, taking him by surprise.

"I will do it," she said.

One of his eyebrows shot up and after a moment of silence, he stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her as if she were about to give him a strip show.

Slowly, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. Nikolai’s gaze darkened as his eyes roamed over her, lingering like a slow burn. But she didn’t stop. Keeping her chin high, she slipped out of her lower, standing before him in her undergarments.

Nikolai's jaw ticked as he pressed his palms deeper into the mattress to restrain himself. The intensity with which his eyes roamed on her body sent shivers down her spine.

"I am nothing more than an object to you, right?" She asked, unable to control herself, "One that you won in a war."

She hated how her chest tightened at those words. Hated how her body still betrayed her, despite the anger in her veins. And more than anything, she hated the tears that stung behind her eyes, threatening to fall. She blinked rapidly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Nikolai reached out to her and pulled her between his legs until there was no space left between them. His hands skimmed her hips, fingers digging in just enough to make a point.

"For me, Dolcezza, you are something to be worshipped."

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her stomach, right over the mark she had spent years questioning. The touch of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, but she clenched her fists tightly, refusing to give in to the pleasure.

He found the same mark fascinating, which she thought was a flaw.

Nikolai's eyes were dark with desire as his head tilted up to look into her eyes.

"I was already too late, and I wasn’t going to risk seeing you in someone else’s arms.”

She looked away, not liking his sugar-coated words. His words were always contradictory to his actions. All he wanted was control over every aspect of her life.

His hand slowly moved down to her butt and he squeezed it tightly, making her gasp in surprise. He chuckled at her reaction.

His fingers made their way inside her panties, but she stopped him again. Without giving him a chance to react, she pushed him back onto the mattress and climbed on the bed with her knees on either side of his body.

A slow smirk curled his lips as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Now what do you think you’re doing, Dolcezza?”

"Taking control," she murmured, fingers reaching for the first button of his shirt.

But his hand shot up, catching hers mid-action. One side of her lip twitched up both in surprise and admiration.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Dolcezza,” he warned.

"I have learned it from you, Capo," she said seductively.

She rolled her hip against his crotch, making him grip her waist tightly. But before she could push him further, the world spun.

A gasp escaped her lips as Nikolai flipped them in a heartbeat, pinning her on the bed. Dark, stormy eyes locked onto hers.

"I can't..." His voice came out rough.