Semua Bab The Mafia's Willing Prey: Bab 71 - Bab 80

SEVENTY-TWOIsabelle threw a few glances his way, noticing his steady stern expression throughout the drive. He didn't spare her any look as soon they got into the car. It seemed like they were back to the no speaking period when things became weird between them. And all these pointed right to one conclusion—it was impossible to understand this man. One minute he was all over her and the next he wasn't.And the embarrassing part was that she was always a willing participant to his needs because she will be damned if she said she didn't enjoy every single bit of them. But what did that have to say about her dignity? It was like every single attempt to avoid his advances always proved futile…leaving her wanting more—needing more. Noticing that his side eye was on her, she looked away quickly gazing through the window. She bit the inside of her cheek when she remembered Cici. How many women had he been with?Was it what he really said it was? Was it really just once?Was this how it wa

SEVENTY-FOURThe party was this evening and she was taking her time to get ready. As usual, she had not seen Alessandro since the confession he made to her the other day. There was no sugarcoating—her husband hated her.He had likened her to a whore and she had called him a monster. She didn't regret it—couldn't regret it because that was exactly what he was. It didn't matter that he recommended her to the art gallery that she has been dying to work with…he was still a monster. She frowned when she remembered her meeting with the gallery had been postponed because Alessandro didn't want anything coming in between his party and her presence.He didn't need her anyway.So what was his problem?Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided it was time to let things be how they were. The man was never going to love her so there wasn't need to drag it. She would go to this party, ignore him and make the best out of the night and that was it.Enough thoughts about him.“Hey princess,

SEVENTY-SIXShe just broke his first rule for tonight. She let him kiss her hand, and no one was supposed to do that. But it was her after all, expect anything contrary from whatever you say when it comes to his little firecracker. Was it her plan to test his limits tonight? Because she was fucking testing and succeeding at it. He wouldn't deny that she looked absolutely breathtaking—even though he hadn't told her that, but that wasn't an explicit warranty that she could smile at all the men tonight. All the men which ofcourse included this one,The Crown Prince Rafael de Ortega.A Spanish royal and a soon to be strategic business partner, because that was the only reason Prince Rafael was here—for business, and that business did not include his wife in any way. But here she was falling for those sharp cheekbones, sapphire cufflinks, and that smug grin that came naturally to men who have never been denied anything.He watched as Isabelle genuinely smiled at him when he spoke to her i

SEVENTY-EIGHTShe shivered instantly at those words, and his being close to her was not helping her out either.He didn't mean that…or did he?“Don't talk to me about being angry. The Prince was more nicer than you've ever been,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.“Nicer because he called you beautiful? Because he spoke a little Spanish to sway you towards him? Oh, don't be stupid, Isabelle,” he spoke arrogantly. “He only did that to get to me.”“Don't call me that,” she warned. “I'm not stupid.”“Well you're acting like you are”“And you're acting crazy”And that seemed to have triggered him because his grip on her tightened.“I’m acting crazy? I'm acting crazy? But you're the one looking like that just by being in that dress. You're the one taking my breath away every fucking single time I've looked at you this night making me want to do away with this party and carry you away from here to rid myself of this damn fever that has been raging in my blood this whole night. Y

EIGHTYThose words should scare her, should make her want to run away from him to a room farthest as possible, but no, they did the exact opposite—sent pools of heat down to her core.He dropped her on the extremely large desk at the center of the study. A desk that could contain three people if they wanted.Oh my God…was he going to?She didn't finish that thought not when he slammed his lips against her seeking her submission—her surrender. And she let him take what he wanted, let him have all the control.He was so fucking hard because she could still feel his length pressing into her. She was trapped between his huge strong body and her own the smaller, fragile one. He kissed her until she was melting. Her lips opened eagerly beneath his as she moved restlessly in his arms. His tongue lashing against hers. Hands tangled in her hair, he yanked her hair back making her neck arch.“Fuck!” he growled against her mouth. He could taste every single drink she had taken into this pretty