All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-ONE“I’ld rather fuck you instead.”A whimper crawled up her throat, but Alessandro caught it, taking the last step between them, slamming his lips onto hers.The kiss was demanding, invasive, like he was trying to prove something with just a kiss—staking a claim on her. It turned slower, his tongue lashing with hers—tasting, nibbling on her lower lip and arching his head in different angles just to get a better taste of her.He was already hard. Although, she only saw a glance, but she could feel his length pressing into her. Almost like he wanted her to feel just how hungry he was for her.She pressed her breasts into his chest, needing him to take all he wanted—how he wanted. Releasing her hands from his hair, she trailed a slow sensual path from his face down to his chest, passing through his abdomen and lowering her hand onto his cock—squeezing and letting the pre-cum fill her palm, earning her a low growl from Alessandro.“Tell me what you want.” His eyes w

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE She ran as fast as her legs could. But where to? That was one question she didn't know the answer to. She only knew one thing— she would be fine with where ever her legs led her into. She paused, standing in the middle of the hallway—her thoughts roaming. Without further ado, she slowly let the night robe slide down her body and onto the floor. His first lead. Then, she walked into the room opposite her, shutting the door. She leaned against the door, her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. The surge of adrenaline filling her entire being. Slowly, she reached out for her hair, pushing it all onto one shoulder. The temptation of striping down to nothing ticked in her head like a timed bomb. Closing her eyes, she imagined Alessandro was here… in this room with her—naked in his magnificent form. She bit back a moan that tried to escape from her lips. Instinctively, she trailed a finger from her face just the way he would do it. “Only him,” sh

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE Her brain was still resurfacing from sleep, but she could recognize the feeling of Alessandro sprawled beside her. She wasn't sure if he was still awake but she didn't move to find out. Last night was… It was everything she couldn't have possibly imagined, and they ended up having sex again in the shower instead of actually having the shower. It wasn't sunrise yet and the room was very dim so she let her eyes close for a minute, and then she drifted back to sleep. ♠♠♠♠⬅♠♠♠♠ She mumbled something gibberish under her breath as she rolled over to Alessandro’s side of the bed. Hoping to crash into his well built frame but instead—she felt nothing. He wasn't beside her anymore. Her eyes fluttered open as she struggled to keep them open despite the heavy weight of sleep that tried to drown her in. Isabelle’s eyes darted across every corner of the room. Where was he? She mumbled something unintelligent again under her breath, not sure if she was sleep t

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN “That's enough!” Alessandro barked out. Isabelle raised a hand to her face, wiping the tears away. Her expression changing to pure defiance and anger. “That's enough? That's enough, you say?” She started off, yanking her hand away from his grip. “You think… you think I'm supposed to accept all this? You expect me to turn a blind eye to the fact… to the fact that—” She broke down again into more tears, although the surge of defiance riling up within her couldn't let her stop speaking. “To the fact that my father is sitting just across the room, and his fingers… his fingers are all—” “He deserves it and you know it. Don't play pretend to the fact that all this was going to happen. All this drama isn't going to help either of us. Giovanni knew what was coming for him when he killed my mother—the only woman I've ever loved dearly.” Isabelle shrank away from him not believing what she was hearing. “You don't get to say that. You don't get to stand there and

ONE-HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINEShe fell asleep shortly after Alessandro left because it was bright when the sound of the door unlocking startled her. She rubbed her eyes and focused on the figure walking into the room.One of the housekeepers assisting Tia brought a tray of food to her just as expected. Isabelle's stomach growled at the smell of pancakes, eggs and toast.The housekeeper set the tray down at the end of her feet, avoiding eye contact the entire time.“Take it away, please. I don't want to eat anything,” she murmured, the words leaving her mouth painfully because her stomach said a totally different thing.“Ma'am, he…”“I said I don't want anything. Please, tell your boss exactly that.”The housekeeper opened her mouth to protest but halted when her gaze met with Isabelle’s glare. She didn't say another word. She carried the tray of food out of the room, locking the door behind her.☘▪▫☘▪▫☘Isabelle lay on the bed with her hands covering her face—teary-eyed. She had not sto