In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 67: I Will Hate You

Chapter 67: I Will Hate You

Passionate tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she felt desire building inside her underEmanuele's control. But with a determined look, she told him, "I will hate you."

The conflict between her body's desires and her rational emotions didn't align. She yearned forEmanuele but that didn't mean she didn't resent him.

Emanuele, as if he had heard something amusing, twitched his lips and burst into laughter. "Hateme all you want, baby, but that won't stop me from taking you." Emanuele was now highly aroused.He proceeded to unbuckle his belt and removed his clothes. This time was entirely different fromtheir previous encounters; Emanuele intended to take things to the next level.

Isabella could hardly bring herself to look at Emanuele. She lay on the bed, completely nude,bracing herself for what was about to unfold.

Isabella's body was nearly bare, and she couldn't help but fear what awaited her next.

Soon, her legs were forced apart, and she grimaced as Emanuele entered her, causing her to moanin pain. He was immense, and he lingered for a moment, allowing her to adjust before picking upthe pace.

He seemed like an unrelenting warrior, thrusting deeper and harder with each move, makingIsabella whimper involuntarily. Emanuele tugged at her hair and passionately kissed her, biting herneck.

Isabella thought of him as a hungry wolf who had finally captured a piece of meat, feastingvoraciously. "Isabella, can you feel me inside you? Do you like this?" Emanuele's hoarse voiceinquired, breathing heavily from his exertions.

Isabella could only emit moans at this point, unable to articulate any words. Her abdomen wastightly wound, and she could feel the approaching climax.

The man atop her had well-defined muscles, bulging pectorals, and visible biceps. He thrust into herwith wild abandon, rendering Isabella incapable of coherent thoughts.

She had only experienced sexual intimacy once before, and it was nothing like the ferocity ofEmanuele's passion. He was overpowering, and Isabella found herself struggling to keep up.

Desperate, she slapped Emanuele. "Too fast, too much, slow down," she screamed.

In response, Emanuele delivered a stinging slap to her buttocks, causing Isabella to shriek in pain.Yet this only seemed to further excite him.

"Your ass is so firm and perky, amazing!" Emanuele exclaimed excitedly.

Isabella had little capacity to think at this point. She felt her body twitching uncontrollably underEmanuele's movements, and she sensed her climax approaching. She tucked herself under thecovers, trying to catch her breath, but Emanuele swiftly pulled her out again.

He forced her to straddle him, feeling the profound collision of their bodies. "Isabella, do you like it?"Emanuele inquired, wearing an evil grin.

Undeniably, Isabella did enjoy being intimate with Emanuele, but that didn't mean she didn't harborresentment.

"I like it, but I still hate you..." Isabella said through gritted teeth.

"Your body says otherwise. You've soaked me so much. You say you don't like me?"

Isabella's body was responding even as she bit down on her teeth, trying to hold her feelings incheck. Emanuele intensified his pace, plunging deep into her until she reached her second climax.

Isabella felt her mind exploding with fireworks, and she screamed, clutching Emanuele. She wasconvinced she might not survive Emanuele's passionate encounter.novelbin

But Emanuele wasn't done; he flipped her over, pushed her down, and entered her once more,relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.

Isabella gazed at Emanuele's handsome face and found him more captivating than ever before.Every line on his face seemed to be etched with desire. He leaned down and kissed Isabella's lips,his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Isabella clung to Emanuele's body, surrendering to hisintense advances.

It was too fast, too big, too savage; she felt like he was piercing her body completely. After what feltlike an eternity, accompanied by Emanuele's low growl, Isabella felt her body heat up. Emanuelehad finally found his release.

Exhausted, Isabella lay back on the bed. Passion had given way to rationality. She thought back tothe wild encounter they'd just had and felt nothing but shame and confusion.

Emanuele's gaze lingered on Isabella. He looked at the marks he had left on her body, her skinflushed from the climax, and her eyes sparkling with tears. It was all so captivating.

Emanuele's hand caressed Isabella's cheek, feeling her soft and smooth skin. His face, previouslyfilled with desire, now appeared calm. "Admit that you like me taking you," Emanuele squeezedIsabella's chin, telling her.

"I don't," Isabella said, "I hate you."

Emanuele's hand brushed her lips, and he said, "If you don't want me to shut you up, then admit it."

Isabella's body trembled at Emanuele's words. Her eyes held pain, struggle, and humiliation. Shefinally whispered, "I like it when you take me."

When Isabella spoke those words, she felt overwhelmed by humiliation. Emanuele was pleasedwith her admission, but he suddenly realized he was getting aroused again because of it. Hecouldn't help but be affected by Isabella more than he thought.

Emanuele quickly got up, headed to the bathroom, and washed himself off, resisting the urge tosuccumb to his desires.

He used Isabella's sweet-scented shower gel and shampoo, which had a sweet and fruity fragrancethat seemed tailored for her but didn't quite suit his style. Meanwhile, Isabella sat on the bed, tryingto collect herself, changed into a new set of pajamas, and waited patiently for Emanuele to return.

She was still in shock over what had just happened. They had crossed a boundary by beingintimate, and she had to come to terms with it. How would she define their relationship now?

Isabella's thoughts were in disarray, but she remained composed as Emanuele emerged from thebathroom.

"Let's talk," Isabella initiated the conversation, her gaze at Emanuele devoid of the previous fear.

However, Emanuele replied, "I'm tired and want to sleep."

"Alright," Isabella seemed somewhat disappointed but didn't push him. "We can talk when you wakeup."

"Okay," Emanuele found Isabella's response adorable. He laid back on her bed and pulled her closeto his chest. The sweet scent of a woman and her petite, soft body once again stirred his desire.