His Mafia Bride

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall.
"Let go of me!" I gritted.
"If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe.
"I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly.
I gasped and tried getting his hands off my waist.
"You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin.
I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to co