All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Is that what you want?" I swallow. Her face furrows with confusion, and her head tilts as she stares down at me. "What?" "You asked me not to touch you," I remind her, words that cut through the wound already pulsing. "You're bothering me about things of no importance." "You're my wife, Sasha. Everything is of importance when it comes to you." "And I say it's not," she grimaces. "You made it very clear I'm not your wife in this room." She says, averting my gaze. I reach underneath her dress, my hands caressing her skin without pausing like I did earlier. "You are mine, Sasha.” I tell her, it seems she forgets sometimes but she's been mine since the day I first saw her. She looks at me like she doesn't believe a single word I said but still leans down, her lips pressed to mine. "You're mine everywhere," I whisper against her lips. "In this house, our parents' homes, and more so in this bed," I tell her, pressing her hips down so she can feel my cock and I know she does bec

I swallow hard and reach for my water. “I must have filled up on cherries while making dessert with Mama.” I lie, my voice quiet in case she hears me. I did accompany her in the kitchen as she made a cherry pie for dessert because her father-in-law loves it and I had a couple of cherries there. Enzo frowns, leaning closer. “On what, five cherries?” I open my mouth to respond but quickly press my lips shut, my stomach is doing something odd again. I feel a twist low in my belly that’s more unsettling than painful, it's been happening a lot lately and I'm scared it could turn into something serious if I give it attention. Maybe the stress is getting to me, I've never handled this much stress and anxiety and it's taking a toll on my body now. “Eat something,” Enzo says. “Or would you like me to ask Ma Constantia to prepare you something?” he asks, watching me closely. “No,” I blurt out. Ma Constantia is probably in her quarters now, and I just don't want anything to eat right no

Alessio I'm often the one to drag Enzo out to bars and nightclubs but tonight? He invited me and he's been drinking like a fish out of water. He’s on his seventh glass of whiskey and won't stop whining about how hard his life is. This is a man who has everything right now, he will be Capo dei Capi, he has enough money to buy three countries and merge them and he happens to have married the woman he wanted. Yet somehow, he is ungrateful, I'm tired of hearing him whine constantly, and I’m seriously considering calling him Uber and just letting the city deal with the body count if anyone tries to rob him. I'd call his men but that's too sadistic on my end, he left them home for a reason. “Alessio,” Enzo calls out again, hardly able to keep his head straight. “You know what’s funny?” he slurs, utterly drunk now. “I’m the most powerful man in this fucking city, and I can’t get my wife to love me.” “That is funny,” I sigh, it's not but after hearing it more than once? My feigned empat

Enzo I’m aware of how to come back from the situation I've put myself and Sasha in. Maybe if I had been honest from the beginning and had requested for Sasha as my bride things would be a bit different. I've wanted Sasha from the day I saw her, I had mistaken her for Sofia but something in her eyes redirected me, They're identical but only on the surface, Something about her felt familiar, like I had known her seven lifetimes and still couldn't get enough of our time together. There's nothing I desire more than to see her happy but I don't know how to give her that without setting her free. I can't let another man have her, I can't live without her so the best I can do is try my very best to give her happiness right in this marriage, with me. She wouldn't talk to me since she told me to shut up yesterday at breakfast, she spent the rest of her day hiding away from me and I let her. But tonight? I couldn't stomach the silence, couldn't fill the void of not being close to my wife

I look at her, she stares down at me with wide-eyed and swollen lips. I have never seen anything so unguarded in her, there is no sign of the armour she's recently built, none of the defiance she slaps me with, just want. She moves faster now, each bounce draws a soft moan from her throat. The slap of skin grows louder, and Sasha is whimpering now, crying out for me to fuck her harder and deeper when she's the one with the control. My hands guide her movements when she seems lost, and she continues to ride my cock like she’s making a point, both hands against the headboard behind me for balance. I meet her thrust for thrust, lifting my hips so I'm driving my cock into her, groaning into her throat when she leans in and kisses me, her breath stuttering with pleading moans. “You’re doing so good,” I rasp against her lips. This isn’t just sex, it’s something more. It always is with her. The way she opens up to me like this, the way she falls apart just for me. She doesn’t say i