Female Novel
Chapter 9: Want To Have Her Right Now
Chapter 9: Want to Have Her Right Now
Isabella stood there, a deer caught in headlights, as the man with golden hair like sunlit strands andeyes deep blue like the ocean gazed at her. His smile, seemingly polite and inviting, was a well-crafted mask hiding the wolf lurking beneath. She could feel it in her bones, a cold shiver runningdown her spine – anyone who ran with Emanuele was anything but simple, anything but harmless.
The Campbell Group, a name that echoed with power and dark secrets, was not just a corporatetitan but a front for something far more sinister. The mafia. Isabella never imagined that Emanuele,a figure shrouded in mystery and danger, would be at its core. The sight of Clark, his lips pressingagainst hers, caused Emanuele's brow to furrow deeply, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. This wassupposed to be a day of joy, yet there he stood, his mood as dark as the clouds on a stormy night.
Pressured by Emanuele's intense gaze, Isabella found herself responding, her voice barely above awhisper, her smile weak and wavering. "Pleased to meet you," she said, her politeness a thin maskover the turmoil swirling inside her.
But Emanuele saw through it all. The gentle smile she offered others, the softness in her voice, theway she moved with such ease – all of it contrasted sharply with the cold, distant, and fearful façadeshe presented to him. It grated on him, the unseen side of her that he never got to see.
Emanuele's anger boiled over. With a grip as tight as iron, he declared to the room, his voicethundering, "Isabella and I need to discuss something." He pulled her along, his hold unyielding,towards the study.
The party continued in the banquet hall, but between Emanuele and Isabella, the air was thick withunspoken words and brewing storms.
At the study's door, Emanuele's push sent Isabella stumbling, her balance teetering on the edge ofcontrol. The door slammed shut behind them, trapping them in a world of their own, charged withtension and unspoken fury.
Emanuele, his face twisted in rage, grabbed her shoulder, yanking her toward him. His words werelike venom, his voice a growling thunder, "Flirting with everyone, are you? Acting like a commonharlot? Do you have any idea how much you're embarrassing me?"
Isabella, taken aback, retorted with a mixture of shock and defiance. "You wanted me to marry,didn't you? I'm just following your script. What more do you want from me?"
Emanuele's expression turned even colder, his eyes burning with a fury that seemed to consumehim. "What do I want? You think you've trapped Clark, my brother. But I have to ensure you'reworthy of him."
His mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, an unsolvable puzzle. He wanted to crush herspirit, to dominate her completely. An irrational impulse surged through him, a fierce desire to breakher defiance.novelbin
In a sudden, aggressive move, he yanked down the straps of her top, exposing the delicate curve ofher cleavage, her skin pale as moonlight. Isabella's scream echoed through the room, a sound ofterror and disbelief. She fumbled to cover herself, her hands trembling, her face drained of color,tears brimming in her eyes.
"You're insane! I'm your stepsister!" she cried out, her voice laced with horror as she scrambledaway, seeking refuge in a corner, desperate to escape his touch. The reality was too grotesque, toounthinkable.
"Stepsister?" Emanuele's smile was cruel, his tone dark and ominous. "Just a title. Remember, I ruleChicago. There's nothing I can't do."
Isabella crouched in the corner, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. Her lips quivered,her breaths ragged and desperate. Her mind teetered on the brink of collapse; she needed hermedication, her claustrophobia clawing at her, threatening to overwhelm her.
"Isabella, be good and obedient." Emanuele suddenly crouched down and looked at Isabella in thecorner. For a moment, he saw that she was really obedient.
Emanuele had rarely seen such a sweet side of Isabella, and his movements had softened a little.
Emanuele reached out and touched Isabella's cheek. The rough rub of the man's hand, thick withcalluses from years of gun handling, touched her skin and made Isabella's skin grow goosebumps.
Isabella wanted to scream and run away, but with no strength left, she was at the mercy ofEmanuele.
He brushed his thumb against Isabella's lip and held it there for a long time.
It was this mouth like a red rose that always said something that made him angry. But at thismoment, looking at her sitting in the corner, slightly open mouth, breathing.
But it gave Emanuele an idea.
Trying to get her down on her knees, kneeling between his legs, holding his genitals, a mouth thatwas born to do that. Like her ass, she was born to be slapped in bed.
Evil thoughts swirled in Emanuele's mind, and desire beat in his veins.
In fact, he disliked the feeling so much that he didn't allow himself to lust after a woman who washating him, which made him feel like he was being played.
So at this moment Emanuele's desire to kill Isabella was even stronger, or else kill her.
The color of lust had not yet faded from Emanuele's eyes, and there was more murder in it.
Just then, Isabella, nervous and feeling dry as Emanuele kept touching her lips, stuck out hertongue and licked them.
Who knows? Accidentally licked Emanuele's finger.
The soft, moist touch on Emanuele's fingers made Emanuele feel as if he had been struck bylightning, and his muscles straightened.
"Can't wait for me to fuck you in a place like this? Isabella, you're such a slut." Emanuele decided tochange his mind. He reached out and pry Isabella's lips rudely open. His fingers went deep intoIsabella's mouth, one, two, three, and stirred rudely in her mouth, mimicking the act of intercourse.
Isabella had no idea what was going on, and was forced to hold Emanuele's fingers, which madeher feel even more suffocated, not to mention that Emanuele's fingers continued to dig deeper intoher throat.
Isabella struggled, but her strength was only scratching an itch for him.
Isabella looked up at Emanuele, asking for mercy, begging him to leave her alone, but her mouthwas blocked and she could not speak.
Looking at Isabella's wet eyes and the drool dripping from her mouth, Emanuele felt that hisgenitalia had become as hard as stone, and he wanted to fuck her in this place.