Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 48

When I pushed her against the wall, I knew I pushed her too hard. But at that moment, I only cared about her words. She needed to say she was going to stay with me all of our lives. I needed her statement.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed once again. Even though I was not in my right mind, I didn't want to hurt her.

She crawled and went opposite to the side of the bed, but I held her legs and dragged her back to me.

She scrambled backwards on the bed until I caged her between the bed and me.

"Look at me." I caught her chin and forced her to look at me. She did it with her angry eyes.

"Today, tomorrow, and in the next hundred years, never say you want to leave me even for a day. Do you get it? I'm going to punish you, so that you can learn your lesson and never even think about leaving me. Even if I go to the grave, you have to go with me. You're not allowed to look for other men, even if I die." I released her chin and her face darkened. I didn't know the reason. But I needed to be one with her. I needed to own her heart and body – in and out.

I ripped her top.

"No." She tried to stop me, but it was of no use. I would not listen to her today.

I grinned wickedly. I knew this was going to be messy, but as long as I could keep her with me, that's all that mattered to me. As long as I could touch her, feel her - nothing else mattered to me. As for her heart, it always belonged to me. She reserved this place of hers only for me.

I unhooked her bra, removed it from her body, and threw it aside. Even though she was struggling, I knew she liked my touch.

Those nipples of her hardening beneath my body was the slight hint of arousal, making the air musky.

Swallowed my saliva, I leaned down and took one mound inside my mouth. I wanted to play with her other one, but Anna was too disobedient. Still, I let her go and pinched her nipple with my left hand. She bit her lips.

"Love don't hurt yourself. Just let go." I stroked her lips, which was almost flowing blood. She was trying her best to stop herself from responding to my touch.

"Bastard, you're the one who is hurting me," she cursed me in anger. That's my girl.

She pushed my chest and I sighed. She would not let me take it easy. I picked her top and grabbed her hands.