The Mafia`s Bride

Chapter 6:The Wedding Night 2

Chapter 6: The Wedding Night 2 Alessandro’s fingers brushed against her skin, sending a ripple of electricity through her body. Elena's chest heaved with each shallow breath, torn between the urge to push him away and the inexplicable craving that surged within her. His touch was like fire—burning yet intoxicating.

"You’re not the one in control here, Elena," he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her ear. "You never were, not with me."

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. His words, though possessive, held an undeniable truth. She had never felt more vulnerable, yet strangely alive, than in his presence. Every part of her wanted to deny it, wanted to run, but the other part—the part that burned with desire for him—was too strong.

With a sudden movement, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers with a weight that felt both suffocating and exhilarating. His dark eyes never left hers as he pinned her down, the intensity in his gaze leaving no room for doubt.

"You think you can escape this?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. "I’ve marked you, Elena. You belong to me now. And you can fight it all you want, but the truth is... you want this. You want me."

She swallowed hard, her throat tight, but she couldn't look away. The pull between them, the magnetic force that had been building since the moment they'd met, was undeniable. She hated that it made her feel so weak, so lost in him, but she couldn't lie to herself anymore. Her body reacted to him in ways she couldn’t control.

"Stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible, though it lacked the conviction it once held.

Alessandro’s lips curled into a dark smile, as if he had been waiting for her to say exactly that. He leaned down, his breath warm against her lips, and kissed her again—deep, demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that made her pulse race. Her hands went to his chest, pressing against him, but it was futile. He was like a force of nature, and she was powerless to resist it.

His kiss deepened, more insistent this time, as if he wanted to possess her in every possible way. And Elena—despite every protest in her mind—found herself giving in. Her hands slid up to his neck, her fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer. It was a kiss that consumed her, that erased everything but the storm inside her.

When he finally pulled away, both of them breathless, his eyes were dark with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

"You think you can hold onto your independence?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. "You’ll learn, Elena. Eventually, you’ll see that I’m exactly what you need."

Her heart thundered in her chest as she pushed against his chest once more, though her strength was waning. "No," she breathed out, her voice trembling. "I don’t need you."

But as she said the words, she knew they weren’t true. She did need him. But it wasn’t just for his touch, his dominance. There was something more—a connection she couldn't explain, a pull that drew her in even as she fought against it. The war within her raged on, the battle between her independence and her growing need for him tearing her apart.

Alessandro's smirk only deepened. "You’ll stop fighting soon enough," he said softly, his voice like silk against her skin. "And when you do, you’ll see how much more you need me. How much more you want me."

She closed her eyes, clenching her fists, trying to regain control of herself. But as his lips trailed down her neck once more, every inch of her resistance crumbled away. There was no escaping him, no fighting the storm that was brewing between them.

And despite every instinct telling her to run, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—she was already lost.