Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 3

"I am engaged," I announced.

Silence.

Pin-drop silence.

The air surrounding me became suffocating and dark. My throat went dry as I watched him put my costume back in place and slowly turn around to face me.

My eyes widened, and my body pressed against the wall even more when I saw that terrifying beast unleashed in his eyes. The cold wall bit into my spine, but I barely felt it over the suffocating heat radiating from his body.

The muscles in his neck flexed when he tightened his jaw. His fists clenched to his sides, fingers curling so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His emerald-green eyes no longer held amusement; they were now bloodshot red with rage.

He rotated his neck anticlockwise, a gesture he often used to control his anger.

My stomach twisted. I knew I had provoked the Devil himself.

Lub, dub.

Lub, dub.

Lub, dub.

My heart thudded violently with every step Nikolai took toward me. I shivered as chills ran down my spine.

This was a mistake.

I should have let my father handle him. He would’ve dealt with Nikolai on his own.

But now… I am trapped. I caught myself in my own web.

I held my breath when he stopped walking but he didn’t maintain his distance this time. Instead, he towered above me, his 6'4" tall frame confining me.

The sheer dominance in his gaze made me swallow hard.

“Say that again.” His voice was dripping with deceptive softness yet laced with a lethal threat that prickled my skin.

My lips parted, but nothing came out.

His jaw clenched so tightly; his eyes darkened as his patience snapped. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hand and yanked it up.

A small yelp escaped my lips as his rough fingers wrapped around my ring finger. His grip was tight but not enough to break it. Yet I knew he could if he wanted to.

His eyes were dangerously narrowed at the ring on my finger. And judging from the storm brewing in his eyes, it seemed he wanted to...

But he didn't.

Instead, a humorless chuckle rumbled in his chest before his lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

“This?” he scoffed, lifting my hand higher. “You think this little piece of metal will protect you from me?”

He laughed mockingly at me. A painful gasp escaped my mouth when he began pulling out the ring forcefully.

“Seems like your family has a death wish,” he murmured darkly, his teeth clenched tightly.

He was so rough in pulling out the ring that, for once, I thought he would break my finger. He tossed the ring aside, and I saw its diamond break. Before I could react, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my now-bare finger.

Slow. Possessive.

A shudder raked down my spine.

“If you or your family think that an engagement will save you from me..." His lips curved into a dangerous smirk against my skin.

"You’re dead wrong."

Abruptly, he wrapped his arm around my waist possessively and pulled me against his chest.

I gasped in surprise.

"Alessia Rossi was, is, and always will be mine."

The heat of his body engulfed me like a blanket. His intoxicating scent wrapped around me like a cage.