In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 113 Seeing You Makes Excited

Emanuele rarely felt pain. The only time it brought him any was the death of someone close. However, now, Isabella's words had inflicted pain on him, and he was harboring thoughts of killing her. It disturbed him that this woman could so easily manipulate his emotions and make him vulnerable. He had an ominous feeling.

He even contemplated killing Isabella. Anyone capable of influencing him should not exist in this world. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, he gazed at the woman before him. She seemed so innocent, yet she had a strength within her, an unyielding spirit. No matter how he attacked her, she always rose, resisted, and sought ways to defeat him. It was her indomitable spirit that slowly drew him to her and made him want to understand her.

To think about killing her because he might be affected by her emotions? Emanuele immediately pushed aside those thoughts. Instead of killing her, it would be better to ravish her in bed.

Isabella, after hearing Emanuele's words, suddenly thought he made sense. She wasn't attractive, and her body wasn't the type he preferred. The way he spoke earlier was probably meant to console her. Unable to bear his cold demeanor, Isabella asked, "Why is that? I'm not good-looking, and I'm overweight. I'm definitely not your type. You said it yourself; it must have been to comfort me."

She couldn't believe that Emanuele thought her body was good. There were so many young women with better figures.

"Who said that about you? Chloe?" Emanuele realized what had led to Isabella's insecurity. She carefully hid her sensitive and self-conscious feelings from him, but he could still see through her. Dammit, she was usually so stubborn and fearless, resisting him no matter how he threatened or intimidated her. But now, for some reason, after what Chloe had said, she was like this.

He swore that if Isabella couldn't handle Chloe as she claimed, he would kill that bitch, so he wouldn't have to wonder what Chloe had done to Isabella.

Isabella sighed, "She said I'm not worthy of you."

"Only you are worthy of me," Emanuele said, approaching Isabella and undoing his pants.

"Isabella, look at it."

Isabella gazed at Emanuele's member, watching it grow slowly. Her eyes widened at the sight. Although they had been together many times, seeing it still made her blush. It was so large that she couldn't even hold it with one hand.

"See? It's excited because of you. Not any woman can do that. Chloe Hurley, that bitch, couldn't," Emanuele said as he pushed Isabella onto the couch.

He thrust his hips forward, becoming one with Isabella. Even though he had only engaged in half of the foreplay, Isabella's body was ready, allowing him to enter her without resistance. Then, Emanuele began his passionate pursuit. This time, he was more forceful and dominant than before, making Isabella feel like her body might shatter under his intense rhythm.

"Isabella, you probably don't know the attraction your body holds for me. Every time I see you, I want to devour you. You said you don't have a good figure? But it was your figure that initially captivated me. Jus look at your gorgeous ass," Emanuele praised while giving Isabella's behind a firm slap. The stinging sensation made her cry out.

"Like a wild stallion, you're driving me insane with your looks," Emanuele continued, kissing Isabella as he maintained his unrelenting pace. Isabella was driven to the brink of ecstasy.

Oh, God! Isabella sighed as her pleasure soared, her body growing hotter, her cheeks reddening, and tears forming in her eyes. In the end, as Emanuele continued his forceful thrusts, her body convulsed, and she collapsed in his arms, gasping for breath.

After their passionate moment, Emanuele held Isabella close and led her back to the bedroom. The first round was not enough. In the bedroom, Emanuele guided Isabella to the window and pressed her against the glass.

Her chest pressed against the window as she looked at the city's bustling nightlife. The windows were designed to be one-way, allowing those inside to see outside but keeping those outside from peering in. Now, Isabella stood by the glass, watching the bustling streets below as Emanuele took her from behind.

This intense sensation set her heart ablaze, making her feel like fireworks were bursting within her. They had unlocked a new level of passion.

"Isabella, your figure excites me. Do you still feel self-conscious?" Emanuele's voice came from behind her.

Isabella wanted to cry. For some strange reason, Emanuele's peculiar compliments had restored her self-confidence.

It was strange how her curvy body, which she had always been self-conscious about, seemed to excite Emanuele. He said, "Isabella, I married you because there's something about you that draws me in. Women like Chloe, I wouldn't even look at them. She's like trash. A truly exceptional man wouldn't choose her."

Throughout her life, everyone had praised Chloe, saying she was beautiful, had a great figure, and a fantastic personality. Chloe overshadowed her, and even her own mother praised Chloe more than her, telling her to learn from Chloe.

However, now Emanuele was telling her that Chloe was trash, and he liked her. Being chosen so decisively by someone made Isabella want to cry.

But Emanuele's forceful movements within her brought her back to the present, and her body was too overwhelmed to focus on anything else. Eventually, her body convulsed like an electric shock. Emanuele took a brief pause, but he didn't stop; instead, he changed positions. Isabella cried out, "Enough, Emanuele!" She felt tired and wanted him to stop.

"Not yet, Isabella. I haven't reached my climax. Be a good girl and let me release," he demanded, unrelenting in his pursuit of pleasure.

Who knows how long it lasted, but after multiple climaxes that left Isabella utterly drained, Emanuele finally released her.

At that moment, Isabella felt like she was about to pass out. Yet Emanuele still seemed especially energized. He carried Isabella to the bathroom, where he helped her shower, dried her body, and then brought her back to bed to sleep.

Lying in Emanuele's embrace, at this moment, both her body and her mind found profound contentment.