Semua Bab Claiming The Devil’s Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE TEMPTRESS WINSALESSIA—----A moan escapes my mouth as my back hits the wall, my heel slipping off. My legs loop around Nico’s waist, caging him in as we kiss like we’re starved. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back. My body heats up in excitement, in a way it’s never done before. Our kiss is fire; desperate, tongues tangling, tasting each other like it’s the one thing we’ve dreamed of all our lives. “You wanted this, didn't you?” He growls low and dark. His growing bulge presses against my center. His mouth moves from my lips to my ear, brushing lightly against my earlobe. “You’re so fucking greedy for this, aren’t you?” I can only manage a desperate whimper, eyes fluttering shut. I am so soaked down there, even though he hasn’t touched me yet.“Say it,” his breathing is ragged as he pushes up my dress, exposing my bare thighs. “Do you fuck yourself with those toys of yours, when you imagine me like this?” “Ah, fuck,” I breathe, biting back a loud

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE RULESALESSIA———-I barely sleep a wink most of the night. My mind keeps ping-ponging between the heat of what happened between me and Nico, and the knot of anxiety curling in my stomach over Bradley wanting to meet.Either way, sleep refuses to welcome me.I don’t understand why I’m suddenly nervous about seeing Bradley. This is the same man I spent three damn years aching to see again. Three years of imagining what I’d say, what I’d do, how it would feel.And now that the chance is here, I feel the complete opposite?Make it make sense.With a frustrated groan, I drag myself out of bed and shuffle across the cold tiles toward the bathroom. I face the mirror, twist the faucet, and splash water on my face, hoping it shocks my nerves into something normal.When I look up at my reflection again, I almost laugh. My life has turned into a messy, twisted soap opera ever since I married Alessandro. Before him, I was just… me. A regular girl with a mafia family, yes.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THOU SHALT NOT PLAY WITH FIREALESSIA————“I’ll take this,” I tell the boutique attendant, handing her the dress I just picked. She nods and drops it onto the pile of bags, shoes, and clothes already stacked in the other girl’s arms.I’ve bought so much that even shopping starts to feel dull. My eyes wander, searching for something that’ll spark my interest again.Then I spot Nico.He’s in the shoe section, turning a pair of brown heels in his hands, studying them like they’re some puzzle he’s trying to solve.Curiosity pulls me toward him. The attendants follow, keeping a careful distance. Nico lifts his gaze the moment I step into his space.“Who are you getting that for?” I ask, eyeing the heels. “Your girlfriend?”Jealousy pricks through my veins at the memory of the lady’s shy smile.“No,” he says simply, looking back at the shoe. “They’re for my mom.”“Oh.”The knot in my stomach loosens instantly. I take the shoe from his hand. “Does your mom even wear heels?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: COMPLETELY UNHINGED ALESSIA———-I tremble under Alessandro’s grip and the weight of his stare. My eyes drag upward toward the staircase when I hear the click of heels approaching. Becca steps into view.A small, satisfied, wicked smile curls her lips when our eyes lock. My blood boils hot.That witch. She’s definitely the one who told Alessandro where I went after delivering Bradley’s message to me. Of course she did. I’m not even surprised. A part of me expected it. I just foolishly hoped that for once, she would set her hatred aside and keep her mouth shut. Bradley used to be her friend too back when he and I dated.But Becca is a spiteful creature who would gladly watch me burn if it meant she got to smile. And congratulations to her, because Alessandro looks ready to snap my neck. I can barely breathe with his fingers crushing my throat this way.Then, another voice slices through the tension beside us.“It was all my fault, boss.”My eyes snap toward Nico.

CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE EXECUTIONERALESSANDRO————“I don’t believe she has feelings for him anymore, Mr. Mancini.”Nico’s words keep circling my head. They echo long after he leaves my office, and the satisfied smile tugging at my lips refuses to die down. The hate I’ve nursed for that clown she once dated… it loosens, just a little. Surprisingly.It irritates me that something so small can make me this pleased. Yet I know exactly why.Alessia is nothing like the women I’ve had over the years. Those ones bow. They tremble. They obey before I even speak.But Alessia?She’s stubborn. Wild. She fears me, but not enough. She tests me. She pushes boundaries she has no business touching. While other women work day and night to earn my approval, Alessia doesn’t. She’s relaxed.And it drives me insane.If it were any other woman, I would have blown her brains out for half the disrespect she’s shown me. But with her… something always stops me. Even when I held a gun to her head earlier, the