Mafia's Rebellious Bride: His Forbidden Obsession novel Chapter 9

"Careful," he whispered. "You don’t want to cut yourself, do you?”

My entire body tensed and my eyes widened.

He knew.

Blast.

His hot breath fanned my ear shell as he whispered, “What do we have here, hmm?”

Before I knew it, his hand reached in between the valley of my breast and pulled out the knife.

"Surprise, surprise"

My breath caught in my throat as he twirled the small blade between his fingers, examining it with amusement. It appeared that he was aware that I was hiding it here and had done so on purpose.

My pulse quickened as he lifted my chin with the tip of the knife. I met his gaze with equal intensity.

"Your eyes, Dolcezza, are sharper than this knife, and your smile..." He chuckled. "It is enough to kill me"

He tossed the knife away, and it landed on the floor with a sharp click. I gasped. My instinct was to catch it anyway.

"You do not need this," he added.

My cheeks burned with fury and humiliation.

"This time you were too predictable," he whispered, lowering his head until his lips brushed against mine. "Next time, hide it somewhere more... creative."

My eyes widened in horror when his hand moved down from my stomach to between my thighs. He cupped my vagina tightly.

"Probably lower"

I gasped when he applied pressure down there and he chuckled at my reaction.

"Making the game more fun for me."

A sharp breath left my lips. My body was betraying me as I could feel goosebumps all over my skin. He was playing with me. It seems like he knows me better than me.

"You bastard!" I hissed, struggling beneath him.

He chuckled before his grip on my wrist tightened and he brought his face even closer.

"I prefer, husband."

My chest heaved with rage. I opened my mouth to lash out but before I could, his lips crashed onto mine, swallowing every unspoken word.

It wasn't a soft kiss. It was a dominating, ruthless demand.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to gain better access to my lips. He tugged at my lower lip but I refused to open my mouth. His hand moved down to brush my arm and slightly tickled at my underarms. My lips parted in a startled gasp, and that was all the opportunity he needed.

He chuckled before taking advantage and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. He explored, devoured, and dominated, forcing me to take everything he gave.

His hand moved down to my waist, squeezing it, pinning me to my place as he devoured my mouth like his favorite candy.