Page 108 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Fuck you,” she hisses through clenched teeth, her eyes blazing.

I feel a surge of something—anger, frustration, raw desire—all of it coursing through me. Without thinking, I lean down, grabbing her by the neck, and claim her lips in a kiss that burns with everything I can’t say.

She doesn’t kiss me back at first. Her lips are stiff, unyielding, but as the seconds stretch on, I feel her body betray her, her lips softening under mine.

And I hate myself for it. I hate that this feels likeanythingother than what it should be—a final goodbye. But I can’t stop. Not now.

She groans as she slides the palm of her hands up my chest to push me away. But I deepen the kiss, grabbing her jaw while my thumb strokes the curve of her cheekbone. My other hand cups the back of her head to keep her in place while I devour her mouth. She lets out a soft moan before snaking her arms around my neck so she can pull us closer together.

“I can’t believe you did this to me.” My hand slips under her dress while I drag my lips to her neck. “To us.”

She moans again when I bite down just below her ear and grind my erection against her stomach. She gasps when I slip my fingers inside her panties and tease the tip with my thumb.

“Did he touch you like this?” I grit my teeth as my thumb flicks over her clit. She lets out a sound between a groan and a whimper, arching her hips involuntarily towards me.

A hot, white rage sears through me at the thought of the other man even laying a finger on her, the image of her in his arms—moaning his name—enough to push me to the edge.

“I’ll kill him tonight,” I growl, lips tracing her neck with a hard, possessive intent.

“Ettore, please…” Her voice trembles, and I feel the slightest tension in her body. I press myself further against her, making sure there’s nowhere for her to go, no escaping my hold.

“Oh, I already have men waiting to take me straight to his door,” I say, each word dripping with menace. “But first, I’ll take what’s mine—one last time—before I get you out of my system,” I spit. “Because that’s exactly what you deserve.”

37

MIRABELLA

Ettore’s harsh words snap me out of the haze I’ve been drowning in, the fog of lust and confusion that clouded my mind. My wrist jerks from his grasp, and I shove him away with every ounce of strength in me, my body trembling with rage.

“I’m done, Ettore! Do you hear me? DONE!” I scream, not caring if the whole house hears. The words explode out of me, raw and broken. “I never want to see your face again. Not you. Not your family. None of this mess. I’ll get my family out of here. We are DONE!”

He steps toward me, his jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowing with something dark and unyielding. His suffocating presence looms over me.

“Oh, I’ll like to see you try. You know that’s not possible, Mirabella,” he says coldly, his voice like steel. “You signed a contract. Legally, you belong to me. You can’t leave me.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.Belong.Like I’m nothing but some object he purchased. A thing he can possess.

“I don’t give a damn about your fucking contract,” I spit, my voice shaking with fury.

The memory of his words stabs through me. You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut!They replay in my mind like a cruel loop, making my heart ache, my chest tightening so much it’s hard to breathe.

“You can go to hell with whatever favors you think you’ve offered me,” I shout, the bitterness rising in my throat. “Keep your protection. Keep your money. I’d rather work my ass off for every single cent than stay in this hellhole you’ve made. And I’ll pay you back for every penny you’ve spent on me—so you don’t have to worry.”

“Bella…” His voice cracks, but I don’t want to hear it.

I turn to leave, not wanting to listen to the twisted logic or manipulative tactics he’ll use to reel me back in. His footsteps pound behind me, relentless, and his voice cuts through the silence like a knife.

“Mirabella, stop! You’re not being reasonable. Don’t do something you’ll regret just because you’re mad…”

“I don’t give a damn!” I yell, my voice a raw scream that echoes off the walls. I don’t care if anyone hears me. This is it.

“You’re being selfish!” He’s right behind me now, his voice gaining ground as I storm past the living room, where our families sit, watching the storm unfold. They’re silent, but I can feel their eyes burning into me, their judgment weighing me down as I march into the vast, cold lobby.

“Think about your family! Think about the risk you’re putting them in if you leave this house. Think about your mother?—”

“You sick, manipulative bastard!” The words hiss out of me like poison, and as he reaches for me, I duck away, twisting in a blur of motion. I spin back around and hiss in his face. “Don’t youevertry to use my family against me again.”

“You are making a big mistake!” He says through gritted teeth.

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