บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Dark Obsession: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

(TRIGGER WARNING! MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS!!!)...After Antonio left in the Ferrari, leaving Mario to keep an eye on Isabella, Marcello drove him to a secluded part of the city, where there was little vegetation. There was an old building built right inside a deserted animal farm. Marcello slowed to a stop behind the building and turned off the engine. "Wait here." Antonio muttered as he got down from the car and walked towards the back door. Two of his bodyguards stood erect on either sides of the door, holding big guns. They looked fearsome in their usual black outfits and dark shades. But this time, black masks shielded half of their faces. They nodded respectfully as Antonio walked past. Antonio headed towards the stairs and climbed up. As he neared the top, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, blowing out the stream of smoke in one puff. There was another door at the top of the stairs, guarded by three other armed bodyguards who stood erect as he walked through.

It was heading towards evening by the time Mario drove into the villa and parked. Antonio carried Isabella up to the room. She hadn't spoken a word all through the drive back home, and even now, she clung tightly to him. He could imagine how terrified she must have been, jumping out of a moving vehicle, only for it to explode seconds later. If he hadn't received that amber alert from the Rolls Royce, he would have lost her. It made him realize just how much he cared about her, and how he had restrained himself from admitting it. He cared about Isabella more than he was supposed to. Inside the room, he gently laid her on the bed and moved away. But she grabbed his hand, stopping him. "I'm here. I'm not leaving." He murmured. She let him go and he straightened. He took off his jacket, then sat at the foot of the bed and took off her shoes. Next he massaged her toes, his fingers warm and gentle.Occasionally, he would gaze in her direction. She was lying so still, so silent, and he

Isabella chose a sundress to wear after her bath. The deep pink floral pattern enhanced her creamy skin perfectly while the sides trailed down her hips, highlighting her hour glass figure. She brushed out her hair and let it curl wildly around her face. Next she added a touch of lilac lip gloss and stood back, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Staying with Sophia had drained her mentally and emotionally, leaving behind an empty shell with crushed dreams. But with Antonio, everything changed. Despite the dark life he led, he saved her. It was ironic, seeing as he bought her initially as his plaything. But he saved her and gave her a chance to achieve her dream. There was no need denying the intense attraction between them, yet she reminded herself not to fall completely. Antonio wasn't the kind of man who loved. He told her countless times that she shouldn't make the mistake of falling for him because he didn't believe in love. So she guarded her heart jealously. His affect

She ducked back into the hallway, leaning against the wall, her hand over her mouth. Did Antonio really just kiss another woman? A tight feeling spread through her chest and clogged her throat, and she felt her eyes water. What was wrong with her? She ran a finger over her eyes and was shocked to feel tears. What the actual fuck? "I'm not jealous." She muttered, wiping her eyes furiously. "I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous." She repeated the words quietly, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Yet her jealousy surged, wrapping around her throat and threatening to strangle her. She peeked out again and saw them still standing close, but he was no longer holding her. Shutting her eyes, she turned away and hurried back to the room. "I don't care what he does." She muttered to herself. "He can take a million woman if he wants. I don't love him. I... I don't even like him. He's proud, arrogant, vain, egoistic. He's a psycho."As she spat out the words, she wrung her hands until her enti

"Antonio.""Yes, amore.""Please let me cum." She begged. "Just this once. Please."He slapped her ass and pushed a finger into her soaked cunt, drawing out a throaty moan from her. "No." He replied finally, fingering her slowly. "I'm just getting started."He crooked his finger, massaging her inner walls sensually until she was dripping off his fingers. Her moans bounced off the room, echoing back to him as he fucked her with his fingers. Suddenly he felt her inner walls convulse and she cummed straight into his hand. A long strangled cry escaped her as she shuddered, thighs trembling and soaked with her juices. "Who said you could cum?" He asked harshly, working his fingers inside her until her orgasm ended. She was breathing hard, her spine slicked with sweat despite the cool air from the air conditioner. "I'm sorry." She whispered breathlessly. "I couldn't take it. It felt so good.""I'm going to punish you." He muttered and stepped out of the bed. He walked towards the corne