In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 98: His Dominating Claim

Chapter 98: His Dominating Claim

Upon learning that Emanuele was returning, Isabella promptly rushed downstairs to wait for him. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

It had been several days since she had seen Emanuele, and thinking about how he had been busy with work, without a moment's rest, Isabella couldn't help but feel concerned for him.

Isabella missed Emanuele, despite their habit of bickering during their time together. She had to admit to herself that she held feelings for him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to marry him at the wedding.

But liking Emanuele was one thing; pretending not to care about him in his presence was another. In reality, the two aspects didn't conflict.

Today, Isabella chose to wait for Emanuele in the downstairs living room. She was just so tired. As she waited, fatigue overcame her, and she fell asleep.

In a drowsy state, Isabella felt herself being lifted. She opened her eyes to find Emanuele carrying her.

The room was dimly lit, and the man's handsome features, under the faint light, appeared particularly stern, cold, and devilishly handsome. Yet, Isabella was no longer afraid of Emanuele.

She took the initiative, wrapping her arms around Emanuele's neck and resting her head on his chest. She even nuzzled him, much like an affectionate little kitten.

Seeing Isabella act so affectionately, Emanuele realized she hadn't fully woken up yet. Once she was awake, she'd be a fierce little tiger, quick to pounce.

Only in bed could Isabella manage to be somewhat well-behaved.

Emanuele carried Isabella back to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He kissed her before lying down beside her.

Feeling the sweet scent emanating from Isabella's body, Emanuele didn't feel the least bit sleepy. His blood was boiling, and his desire was pulling him in a particular direction.

Damn it, Isabella naively thought that he could just lay next to her without doing anything?

Not for Emanuele, though.

He began to kiss Isabella, starting from her forehead, down to her nose, then her lips, and onto her neck. He then started to unfasten her clothing, his lips trailing down to her chest.

Emanuele continued downwards, ultimately reaching Isabella's intimate area.

Isabella, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly found her body growing more and more uncomfortable. It felt as if a fire was burning within her, and as if ants were crawling on her skin. The sensation was unbearable.

Was she in the middle of a wet dream?

Isabella slowly opened her eyes, and once she saw what was happening, she couldn't help but cry out.

Oh, God! This was no dream.

At that moment, Emanuele was passionately engaging with her, his mouth expertly tending to her needs. Isabella's body was responding to the excitement, and she instinctively grabbed his hair.

"Emanuele, stop, please stop," Isabella implored.

Emanuele looked at her, a hint of amusement on his face. "I can stop, but can you?" He teased.

Indeed, when Emanuele ceased, Isabella found herself in agony. The pleasure was so close to its peak, and she couldn't help but writhe and grind her legs together.

Seeing Isabella like this, Emanuele couldn't help but chuckle. He parted her legs and said, "If you beg me, I'll help you."

He pressed his lower body against Isabella's entrance but hesitated, as if he were patiently waiting for her. Isabella moaned, gazing at the man who held her life in his hands.

"Please," she implored.

"No, you should say, 'Emanuele, please make love to me,'" he replied.

It was so humiliating, how could she say that?

Isabella had never uttered such words before, and she bit her lip, not wanting to say them. However, her body was aching, her desire had been awakened, and she considered taking things into her own hands.

But Emanuele stopped her, his eyes dark even in the dim light of night. Even with a hint of desire in the air, he appeared utterly composed.

"Isabella, as long as you beg me, I will make love to you."

He continued to grind against her, tantalizingly close but not entering her. The sensation was maddening for Isabella.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she eventually gave in. In a voice filled with despair, she whispered, "Please, Emanuele, make love to me."

In the next moment, Emanuele entered her.

Isabella sighed, her silent cries of pleasure mixed with a few tears. The intense sensations assaulted her, making her feel like she was coming apart. She was in pain, yet pleasure continued to wash over her.

"Baby, you're incredible. Your body was made for me. I love you so much," Emanuele praised.

The arousing words, coupled with his actions, brought Isabella to climax swiftly. The world exploded inside her, and she couldn't help but scream. In this passionate moment, Isabella couldn't believe how much she enjoyed making love.

Emanuele also climaxed shortly after Isabella.

Afterward, the two lay together, Isabella feeling the strength of Emanuele's solid, muscular arms. She sighed, "I thought I wanted you to come back and rest, but I didn't expect..."

She hadn't expected to be up all night.

"Do you think I can sleep peacefully with you next to me?" Emanuele replied, giving Isabella's butt a playful pat.

Her butt felt so good, with plenty of elasticity, making it hard for him to let go.

With such a goddess by his side, how could he simply sleep?

Isabella felt a bit exasperated. She said sternly, "Emanuele, Phillip told me that you haven't rested properly in a long time. So, now, you lie down and rest."

She had already fallen asleep once, only for Emanuele to wake her up.

"I hope you don't get up too early tomorrow. If I wake up in the morning and don't find you, you're in trouble," Isabella said in a fierce tone.

She hoped her tough words would make Emanuele listen to her.

Emanuele chuckled as if he didn't take her words seriously. "We'll see about that." He held Isabella and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Listening to Emanuele's steady breathing as he slept, Isabella knew he must have been exhausted. Letting him hold her, she soon drifted off to sleep as well.

The next morning, when Isabella woke up, she looked up to find Emanuele still asleep. It seemed he had taken her words to heart and hadn't gotten up early.

It was 9:30 in the morning, and Emanuele rarely slept in this late. Typically, by the time she woke up, he had already left.

Gazing at his calm sleeping face, he still furrowed his brow as he slept. His aura, while not as intense as when he was awake, was far from weak. It was evident he had been under immense stress lately.