The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 19

AN INTOXICATING moan escaped her lips as she felt the man plant kisses all over her body. His lips traced each and every nook of her skin, which sent a shiver down her spine.

Pleasure—that was the only thing that engulfed that night. Althea could feel the desire in his eyes as he stared right at her with those same dark brown orbs. She thought that she hated them, but it seemed like today she yearned for them to look at her.

The man's hands traveled towards her waist, his clothes roughly scruffy as he pulled her close to him.

It didn't matter if Althea felt numbed by the uncomfortable position of lying down on the table. What matters to her right now is the unbearable sensation she wishes to continue.

A groan escaped her lips when she felt him bite her on the neck. Despite the numbing pain from his action, she still wouldn't stop moaning at the sensation of his hand lowering towards her legs.

Slowly, Israel went down to her thighs, his hands softly caressing her legs as he put his lips close to her most treasured part.

She already knew that she was drenched from earlier on, so when the man pulled her underwear, she couldn't help but bite her lip.

"You seem more excited than usual, Amor," Israel commented, which made her frown. She squeezed his neck down on her.

"I don't want to hear that from someone who's also excited," Althea retorted before she felt an excruciating pleasure from the man licking her from below.

She gasped at the sensation of his tongue squirming inside of her while her hands grabbed onto his hair.

The whole room was filled with the intoxicating smell of pleasure as she continued to feel thrilled by their bare skins inching to touch each other.

It was the only night she felt a sense of security with the man—something different from the time they spent together.

Althea clasped her hand against his, and before she knew it, just as she closed her eyes to feel him envelope her from within, she said, "I love you," which made the man grin.

"Amor," he called out, his eyes reflecting the look on the woman's face as he leaned forward for a kiss.

A few days have passed since then, and the people around her have started to treat her more warmly, as though she were the actual wife of an Israel Sibal.

They no longer look down on her as though she were a mere plaything, and she knew her husband played a huge role in the difference in how they treat her.

Truth be told, she knew for a fact that Natasha would soon be removed from her position as an elite, making everyone around her careful.

"Madam!" Linda exclaimed as she came holding a tray of refreshments. "Please have a sip of this orange juice to replenish your thirst," the woman offered as she stopped in front of her.

Althea was on her way to Sibal's library and was passing by the corridor when she coincidentally met her maid.

"Thank you," she replied, giving her a narrow smile.

People still continue to call her a corpse bride behind her back, but the reason behind it is still unknown. Whether it had something to do with her rigid expression or her way of talking to those who do not know her, it is none of her concern.

"Are you planning to read another book?" the woman asked her after she put down the glass on the tray.

Althea nodded her head. "I don't have much to do right now, and besides, Israel won't be back until dinner," she uttered under her breath.

Linda only let out a small smile.

"I'm happy that you have soon accepted the jefe, madam," she muttered, which made her stop for a second.

She looked at the woman in front of her and then just nodded her head silently.

"Yes," she said, grasping the book in her hand.

And with that, the two of them made their own way as Althea headed straight to the library.

A bitter smile crossed her lips once she closed the door to the room. It was a good thing that this was a secluded place just for the Sibals, and so there won't be anyone who can come here except for those Israel has authorized.

Did Linda really think that she had forgiven the man just like that? Just from a simple gesture of taking care of her when she was sick in bed?

That would have been the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

It would be easier to say that she had given up on her freedom and just embraced the man's cold embrace.

Israel's love was rotten. He does not care about you; he cares about his everlasting affection.

If she dies because of what happened, he will lose the source of his affection, hence his anxiety about her dying in front of him.

Instead of retaliating against the man, she had no choice but to just accept her fate and make a move inside instead.

And that includes . . .

"Señora," the man mumbled, which immediately made her turn her head towards him.

She walked straight in his direction and put down the book on a nearby table before she pulled his necktie roughly.

In one instance, their lips touched each other, and she felt the man hold onto her waist as he leaned her closer to him.

He then grabs her bottom before he carries her into the table. Their tongues intertwined from the inside as the man leaned her roughly against the wall.

She could feel her heart thumping hard, her region warming, and her breath becoming sexier and sexier as the man messed her up.

"Carlo," she uttered underneath her husky moan. She looked at him with the same desire Israel had for her as she pulled on his hair harshly.

As the man planted her kisses all over her body, she bit him on his shoulder.

Althea decided to escape this wretched place, and the first thing she needs to do is destroy everything from the inside.

Including him and his affection.

There's no turning back.