Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 23

Nikolai was on fire.

Enemies, betrayals, and wars had tested his patience, but never like this. Alessia was teasing him, pushing him to the edge, and everything was becoming too much for him to control.

Alessia knew he was accustomed to control, to submission, to women bending to his will and allowing him to do whatever he wanted. She understood that in the end, he would take charge, but that couldn't stop her from relishing whatever little control she had over him.

Her fingers danced along the ridges of his chest, leaving a trail of heat behind. His fingers moved up her back, raising goosebumps wherever he touched her. His fingers expertly unhooked the bra and tossed it away like the most hated thing.

Alessia gasped when his palms squeezed her bosoms tightly, his fingers tugging at her nipples.

Alessia inhaled deeply, her hips rolling over his torso on their own.

Suddenly, Nikolai sat up, wrapped his arm around her, and pressed their bodies together, chest to chest. Their breaths mingled as she looked up; it was anticipated.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer.

“I imagined you begging me to stop.”

One side of Nikolai’s lips twitched into an amused smirk.

“Oh, I have other plans!”

She began moving against him deliberately; the friction sent sparks of electricity through his body.

He let out a low, guttural groan before he lost control. His eyes burned into hers, and in the next second, he flipped her onto the mattress once again, pressing his body against hers.

His hands slid up her thigh, gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her core. He ground his hard penis against her vagina, and heat pooled in her stomach. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders.

But before he could take full control, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place.

His breath hitched, his patience wearing thin.

“You’re driving me insane, Alessia.” He dipped his head into the crook of her neck and bit at her pulse before soothing it with his tongue. Her body arched instinctively. “I should punish you for it.”

He wrapped his fingers tightly around her throat, his grip pressing just enough to make her feel his power and his control. The slight choking sent a rush of heat between her legs. With his free hand, he squeezed her breast tightly, making her cry out, though even she couldn’t tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. He was playing with her body as if he had known it for years.

"What do you think, Dolcezza?" His voice dripped with amusement, his eyes dark with desire.

She sucked in a deep breath when his hands trailed down her stomach. He pulled on the strings and discarded her panties as if they meant nothing.

Now she was naked beneath him, exposed to his hungry gaze.

Her breathing became labored as his fingers pressed against her clitoral area, rolling slow circles. Her skin was on fire. Her body was reacting in a way that neither she understood nor wanted. Another cry escaped her lips when he pinched her clitoral. He chuckled darkly at her reaction, pleased with her responsiveness.

Alessia’s cheeks burned as realization hit her. She had wanted to play with him, to tease him, to make him ache the way she did. But right now, he was the one playing with her.

The push and pull between them was maddening. Neither was willing to surrender.