Page 82 of Dark Mafia Bride

“Is that what you do? String guys along, pretending you’re not interested, just keeping them hanging until you get what you want from them...”

I watch as something flashes in her eyes—something more than anger—but I’m too pissed to stop. I’m on a roll now, unable to hold back.

“I won’t say I’m shocked. After how easily you walked away from our first night together, why should I be surprised you use men to your advantage before tossing them aside?”

“How dare you?” Her voice rises as she storms toward me, arm raised as if to slap me.

I’m ready. I catch her wrist before the slap lands, pulling her arm, pulling her closer, until her body crashes into mine. She’s staring at me, chest rising and falling with each harsh breath.

In the heat of our anger, there’s something else—an undeniable spark, a pull between us that crackles in the air.

Slowly, my grip on her wrist loosens, and I lean in, my voice dropping low, every word a threat, a promise. “You’re my wife, Mirabella. That means you are mine. And mine alone.”

Without another word, I close the distance between us, pressing my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s fierce, possessive, claiming her in a way that says more than words ever could.

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MIRABELLA

Ashocked exhale leaves my lips the moment Ettore’s lips crash against mine. He swallows my gasp, taking advantage of that to slide his tongue inside my mouth. A groan rumbles out from deep in his throat as he kisses me eagerly...hungrily...as if he’s been deprived of kissing me for months.

And I love it. Fuck, I love it far more than I’m willing to admit. The way one hand slides down to squeeze my ass through my jeans while the other grabs my neck to keep my head in place. I love the way he backs me into a nearby wall, pressing his body flush against mine. His fingers are digging into my thighs, and he’s slowly grinding his hardness against me.

I moan, unable to contain the needy noise. It slips past my lips before I can think about holding it back. I’m pissed at him. I’m fucking mad. But the way he kisses me...the way his hand burns every path it touches on my body...it makes me ache for him. It makes me forget everything else except how damned good he’s making me feel.

He pulls away abruptly, running his fingers over my mouth.

“Do you know how crazy you drive me, Bella?” he growls while my brain still struggles to catch up with what just happened—with how we went from me about to slap him to moaning his name in seconds.

“I drive you crazy?” I scoff, feeling my anger still simmering beneath. “You make me...insane.” You are so infuriating! Ugh!” I yell in his face.

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes as he leans closer again, his face hovering over mine.

“Good.”

“Good? You’re?—”

He kisses me again, this time slowly, deliberately. His tongue swipes over mine, and then he pulls back slightly to bite my lower lip. I gasp before sliding my hand over his shoulders and threading my fingers through his thick hair. He’s back to sucking my mouth again. Tasting, savoring.

Another moan falls out of my lips as I arch into him, feeling the hard planes of his muscles against me. He tastes amazing, like an erotic mixture of whiskey and nicotine. His hand slips underneath my mesh top, skimming over my bare stomach before cupping my right breast. I gasp into his mouth as he squeezes me softly before pinching my nipple through the thin lace material of my bra.

“You don’t seem so mad now, Kitten,” he murmurs against my lips before dragging his mouth down the side of my neck.

I place my hand on his shoulders...to push him away...to pull him in, I don’t know. But when he bites my earlobe, I roll my hips against his, wanting more of everything he’s doing.

“Are you wet for me, Bella?” he asks as he tugs my nipple between two fingers.

I bite my lower lip and shut my eyes firmly. When I hear his deep chuckle, my eyes snap open to glare at him. Myglare quickly melts away when his hand slides down past the waistband of my jeans into my panties.

“Ettore,” I gasp as he slides his fingers into my wet folds.

“Hmm...you’re soaked.” His voice is husky, and I hear the restraint in his tone as he forces out the next words. “So tight, so ready.”

“Oh...fuck,” I moan when he slips two fingers inside me and begins to pump slowly.

“When did this happen?” he asks against my lips. “When I pulled you away from that guy? Do you like my possessive side? My rough side?”

I shake my head as I feel tears pool at the corner of my eyes. I can’t say any words. I can’t form any thoughts. His fingers inside me, coupled with the friction from the tightness of my jeans and the heel of his palm pressing against my clit makes me want to run mad.

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