Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 36

He teased me with a creepy smirk. I gulped hard. Bastard, you don't need to tell me, I already know it because my broken waist is enough to prove you're a beast.

I felt I'd be a fool if I argued with him right now. So silently, I put on the shirt and wanted to get off the bed, but he picked me up. Still naked, - nothing was on his body.

I felt shy. How could Blaze efficiently behave like this? I closed my eyes. I didn't dare to look at him. I heard a chuckle.

"You liked what you saw last night. You don't need to close your eyes. Everything's all yours." Blaze seemed amused by my reaction.

I refused to look at him. I was a wise woman, - not a fool to provoke a beast who was waiting for a chance.

Finally, he put me down and closed the bathroom behind him. I sighed in relief and finished my emergency.

I stood up and wanted to wash my hand, but suddenly the door opened from outside, and he walked inside. I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here?" I asked, still not looking down his waist. I didn't dare to look. He still wore nothing, and I knew that.

"Love, I missed you," he said with a smile while almost burning my heart with a passionate feeling. Was he crazy? I was just a door away from him, also only for 5 minutes.

This man was thinking about what to do and even if he had any thoughts, I didn't think my body was strong enough to take anything right now.

He slowly approached me. Every step he took made me anxious, but before I could ask anything else, he picked me up in his arms in princess style.

"What?" I yelped from fear.

But he, like a good boy, gave me an innocent look. "I said that I missed you. Shouldn't you get some compensation?" he said wickedly.

I forced a smile. "No, I can't give you anything right now. I'm not in such a fit state to give you anything." I looked pitifully at him.

But he ignored my words and entered the shower. He turned on the shower and water poured on us. As the water touched my body, I shivered from the sudden coldness. Both of us were already drenched head to toe.

He suddenly let me down. I thought he was letting me go, but how wrong I was to feel like this!

He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. He trapped me between the wall and him, leaving no way for me to run. Water drops hung on his eyelashes. It made him look sexier than he already was and hot as hell.

He put a hand under my shirt, which was transparent. My body was on display as the white shirt was nothing to cover myself with, because it was wet.

Blaze's hot palm touched my body, and a shiver ran inside my intact body as soon as his hot lips on my collarbone.

My toes curled from this familiar feeling. A moan escaped my lips as he ripped the shirt apart and got open access from my body. I didn't know why, but every time he touched me, all my senses ran out of my brain, and I wanted more.

His eyes gave me the feeling I seemed all these years when he looked at me as if only I could do this to him and make my heart burn with possession and pride.

I stayed silent and it provoked him. He slowed down his speed but thrust deeper with slow motion. He shattered me. I bit his shoulder. It was too deep - this position was too deep.

"Do you love me?" he asked again. This man was going to break me into pieces. I knew why he was doing this.

"I do," I whispered, losing my voice, but enough for him to hear. I love him since I understood the meaning of love. I only loved him. Five years of hate and anger was not enough to erase my love for him, and it never will.

Blaze's POV

I didn't want to force her. I knew she was tired enough from last night's lovemaking session. Last night, I refused to show her any mercy. I poured five years of loneliness in her, but when I saw her naked upper body, my C**k already troubled me.

My entire body was on fire/ I stopped myself from going inside the bathroom because I knew I would bury myself deep inside her once I entered the bathroom And I did. This damn shirt on her looked hot as hell.

I didn't know from where I got the courage to ask her if she loved me or not, even though she accepted me with her body,.

But I didn't know if she forgave me from her heart and accepted me in her heart. I didn't know, but my heart was itching to know. Even if she nodded, it would be enough.

But seeing her silent, my brain buzzed with anger.

I knew what I did to her hurt her too much, but what about my heart? I was in pain. This girl loved me as her life yet behaving like my wife only. I couldn't accept this if she thought I was satisfied only with her body. I wanted her heart more than anything in this world.