Chapter 46: Possessive Mafia

Chapter 46

10pm, Anna's hotel room....

Anna’s petite frame stood in front of the large window where she peeked at what was going on on the ground floor. 

It was Leone. A lot of his guards had been driving in non-stop, and he stood there, making a phone call. Anna gulped, feeling perplexed already. What was going on? Had something happened? Would they have to return back to Italy earlier than planned?

If that was the case, it was a huge blow to her plans of escaping. She had come so close, and now it was like she was far yet again.

Her eyes remained fixed on Leone, who had his back facing her, and suddenly he turned, like he had felt her staring. Her heart raced as his eyes held hers, like a magnetic force trying to pull her from the ground she now stood on. He tore his gaze from her, taking long strides back into the hotel.

Anna began pacing about, her hands turned clammy, her head was a mess. As she had thought, Leone walked into her room. The locks the hotel had installed to prevent others from getting in became useless in the presence of this man.

His hair ruffled, the coldness in his eyes made goosebumps form on her skin. He shut the door behind her, and the click sound made her heart skip a beat.

“Are we being attacked?” Anna asked, her face turning pale as dread came to settle on it.

He kept staring at her, leaving her previous question unanswered as he covered the distance between them.

Anna gulped, her feet rooted to the ground, not bothering to back off. One thing she had learned so far was the more she tried to run, the quicker he caught her.

She dug her nails into her palm as his large frame towered over her completely. A gasp tore through her throat when he wrapped his large hand around her waist.

Her eyes widened, her heart fluttered. He stared down at her, and she stared up at him. No mirth, there was nothing in his eyes as he stared at her, his face stoic.

Her neck to her cheeks burned. Due to the spur of the moment, she had completely forgotten she was wearing only a thin nightie, where the upper part of her breast was completely exposed to his eyes.

The way he stared at her now, like he was planning on breaking her completely. Had he found out that she had sold her jewelries? Was he here to confront her about it?

Fear flashed through her eyes, something he easily caught, and her mouth parted to protest. “Leone, I—”

Her words remained incomplete because in the next moment, he picked her up in his hands, not in a bridal-style fashion but with his hands underneath her soft, round ass and her legs hooked around his waist.

Anna’s eyes flew wide, blood rushing to her cheeks as she was left gobsmacked. She felt her back pressed against the soft bed, with him hovering on top of her, his hand pressed against the side of her head, caging her.

Something dark swirled in his eyes, his lips finally pulling up into a smirk—one that didn’t ease her tense muscles but made the hair on her skin stand.

“Let me go, Leone,” Anna breathed. She knew what happened next, and she was quick to try to wiggle from his hold.

“No,” he leaned in further, his word draping in raw possessiveness as his head settled in the crook of her slender neck. His hot breath made her toes curl.

“You’re in love with someone else,” Anna frowned, placing her hand on his sturdy chest to push him away, but it only weakened and fell back on her side. “You’re getting married soon,” her voice cracked.

Leone raised his head to stare at her, his hand gently massaging her small waist, making her want to fold. “I’m not getting married, Peach. I’m not in love with someone else,” his words as gentle as his hand movements.

Anna’s eyes searched his. Could she believe him? He could be lying. “But the way you stared at the painting—” her words trailed, taking a moment to rethink whether to say it or not, “I presumed it belonged to your past lover.”

Leone took only a split second to put together the pieces of what she was saying, and a deep chuckle flew out of his lips. “You mean the last piece of painting my mom did before she died?”

Anna’s eyes widened at his words. At that moment, she wanted to just disappear from his sight, but she couldn’t. Her lips parted and closed numerous times, wanting to say something, anything, but she couldn’t get the words out of her lips.

Leone only found her even more adorable—that her thoughts had trailed to that angle—and he loved how flushed she was right now.

He parted her legs, which she had tightly closed up, with ease, and Anna’s heart thudded in her ears once his large frame was settled between her legs. His soft lips made contact with her slender neck, placing gentle kisses on it.

His tongue swiped the sensitive part of her neck, making her squirm. He sucked on her skin, and Anna was sure he was going to leave another hickey there, but she couldn’t push him away—her own limbs betrayed her.

His hand flew to her breast, gently massaging her nipples. Anna cried in pleasure, feeling heat pool between her legs.

His quick hands discarded the nightie she wore, leaving her nearly naked in his eyes. And then his eyes fell on her panties. Her heart raced as his fingers slid them down, her heart racing as she felt the cold air hit her genitals.

Anna felt embarrassed being completely naked in the eyes of a fully clothed man. It all flew out the window once his lips took in her nipples, sucking the hardened buds while his hand caressed the other.

Anna was a panting mess. It felt as though she would explode with the way Leone’s sinful lips sucked on her nipples.

He trailed kisses down her navel, and he suddenly stopped to look up at her, his gaze as sinful as his personality. “Can I kiss you, Anna?”

Anna, who had been rendered breathless by this man, couldn’t even speak. Kissing wasn’t as bad as what he was doing right now, and she wondered why he was taking permission to kiss her when he didn’t take permission for the other things he had been doing.

Anna slowly nodded her head. A sinister smirk adorned his lips, and in the next second, he placed his head between her legs, his tongue taking a long swipe of her clit.