In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 89: He Couldn't Resist Her Sexiness

Isabella looked at the multitude of clothes in front of her, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Did she really have to try each and every one of them on? She had no idea when this would end.

"Or you could just pick out some that suit my style," Isabella suggested. "I don't think I need to try on these particular sets; they look good enough to keep."

"That's fine too, but, Isabella, now that you're the queen of the Mafia, you can't just wear one style of clothes. You should experiment with various styles. For instance, this sexy dress," Grazia said as she sifted through the rack, selecting a black velvet gown. Despite being a full-length dress, it featured a single shoulder and a high slit from the thigh down. It wasn't hard to imagine how sensual it would look when worn with each step revealing more thigh.

Looking at this seductive dress, Isabella couldn't help but recall a previous occasion. Grazia had given her a similarly sexy dress to wear at a party, which had infuriated Emanuele. He had insisted she cover her legs with his clothing as if fearing she would be exposed.

Thinking about it now, Isabella suddenly became certain of something.

Could it be that Emanuele actually likes her? Why else would he react so strongly to her dressing provocatively and insist on covering her up?

But at that time, they had only recently met, and they had been in a constant struggle. Emanuele had shown several times that he wanted to harm her.

Isabella began to doubt herself once more. She thought, maybe she was mistaken in her interpretation. Even though they were married now, Emanuele had said he only wanted to have some fun with her, claiming to consider her as family, and he protected her like family to prevent any harm to her, which could tarnish his reputation, and that was all.

Emanuele had just walked in the door and was greeted by the sound of laughter and chatter in the house. The women's laughter was like joyful music flowing through the air.

It had been a long time since Emanuele had experienced this sense of home. How long had it been? Since his mother's death, their home had turned cold. His father frequently worked long hours and rarely stayed at home. Their family now consisted of only him and Grazia, and he had grown increasingly somber over the years, often locking himself in his room or going to the shooting range to practice.

Now, listening to the laughter and chatter inside the house, Emanuele felt a surreal sensation.

Emanuele's gaze landed on the many clothes in the room, as well as the unfamiliar faces.

The familiar faces belonged to Grazia and Lilly, and, of course, Isabella.

Emanuele almost instantly fixed his gaze on Isabella, and then he couldn't look away.

Isabella was wearing a red spaghetti-strap dress that resembled flames, accentuating her already fair skin, making it even more radiant.

Her figure was curvy, and the low-cut dress perfectly revealed her sexy cleavage.

Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, as smooth as silk.

Her eyes glistened under the soft lighting, clear like amber.

The dress reached just above Isabella's thighs, leaving her long, fair legs exposed below, as bright as pearls. Emanuele couldn't help but recall the way she had wrapped those legs around his waist the night before.

Emanuele felt the heat in his entire body concentrating towards his lower half, and his gaze found it hard to move away from Isabella. Isabella, too, noticed Emanuele's intense gaze and stared back at him, her expression nervous. She was dressed so provocatively, would Emanuele be angry?

"Emanuele, come and have a look at your wife. How does this outfit look?" Grazia greeted Emanuele as he entered the room.

Emanuele approached Isabella, his gaze still fixed on her. It made Isabella's breath slow down, and she felt like she was almost breathless, not due to her fear of confined spaces but because she was extremely nervous.

Emanuele's gaze was so raw, and he came up to her, still staring at her. "Is this outfit nice?" Isabella asked him, trying to sound calm.

"It's nice," Emanuele replied, and it was nice enough to make him want Isabella immediately. However, he restrained his desires in the presence of so many people.

Emanuele reached out and pulled Isabella into his arms. She was small and curvy, her flesh soft and warm, and she carried a sweet scent. Emanuele couldn't help but want to hold her for longer. He held Isabella, and from his angle, he could see her cleavage, brilliantly bouncing before him. It made his eyes flame.

He lowered his head and bit her earlobe, saying, "But this kind of outfit should only be worn in front of me."

He liked these little moments that were just between them, a playful little secret. He didn't want other men to see her like this; it would drive him insane.

Emanuele's words made Isabella's heart race, as though it might burst out of her. When he nibbled her ear, her earlobe still tingled with his searing touch, burning her soul.

Soon, Emanuele let her go. But Isabella was still longing for the warmth of his body.

This was bad! Although she didn't want to admit it, Emanuele had indeed won her heart. She felt herself gradually succumbing to him in their battles.

Get a grip, Isabella, you shouldn't be like this. She scolded herself inwardly. In this game of emotions, if she got in too deep, she would likely end up in a miserable situation.

After Emanuele released Isabella, he looked to Grazia on the side and asked, "Did you pick out many clothes like this for her?"

"Not too many, just these few," Grazia pointed to the clothes neatly arranged on a nearby rack, the ones they had already selected. They would be placed directly in Isabella's closet later. Emanuele looked at all these sexy dresses and frowned. "That's enough, these are sufficient. Choose some of a different style."

With that, Emanuele picked out a few black outfits and said to Isabella, "I like black, Isabella, you should like it too."

"Are you trying to wear matching outfits as a couple?" Grazia exclaimed, "So sweet, and I think it's nice."

Isabella knew that Emanuele had a particular fondness for black clothing. He could wear it even with a pile of bloodstains, and she wondered if that was the reason he always chose black. Isabella didn't mind this color either, so she selected several sets of black outfits.

"How can I not fulfill my husband's small request?" Isabella flashed a faint smile at Emanuele.

In this attire, her smile became even more seductive and alluring. Emanuele couldn't resist pinching her waist.

"I think this sky blue dress is nice," Grazia suggested, pulling out a sexy fitted dress that she thought would accentuate the figure.

Emanuele, however, snatched it away and tossed it aside. "This one doesn't look good," he declared. He felt that if Isabella wore it, most of her behind would be exposed.

"How about this blouse, you surely won't have any objections to it?" Grazia offered another shirt.

But when Isabella put it on, revealing her seductive cleavage, Emanuele couldn't hold back his exclamation, "Damn it, throw away this piece of clothing!"