A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

NIKOLAI’S POV

As soon as we entered in the cat, I leaned back in my seat, the stiff leather pressing against my spine as I exhaled a slow, heavy sigh. My right hand came up to my face, fingers dragging wearily over my skin as if I could scrub away everything that was stressing me. “Well, I murmured, voice low and tired, “it shocked me.”

I turned my head, eyes settling on Alessandro. He sat still rigid, composed, the very image of control. His face was unreadable, carved into something impassive, almost cold. No flicker of emotion, no guilt, no apology. Just silence.

“I had no idea I was going to meet Leah,” I said again, the words leaving my mouth with a bitter edge I hadn’t intended but didn’t regret either.

Alessandro finally looked at me then.

“I had to prove it to you,” he said, his voice clipped but calm. “That she was nothing to me.”

“Huh! I now know, but…”

I didn’t even get to finish the sentence.

In a sudden, sharp movement, Alessandro surged forward and grabbed me, one hand curling firmly around the back of my neck, the other pulling me toward him with a grip that was more command than touch. His mouth crashed onto mine.

I gasped, eyes wide in shock as his lips devoured mine with bruising intensity. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, rough, full of something furious and desperate, like he was trying to erase the conversation, erase Leah, erase everything with this one overwhelming act.

My hands rose instinctively, caught somewhere between resistance and surrender. I tried to kiss him back, to find a rhythm in the chaos, but his mouth dominated mine completely. There was no space for tenderness, no room to breathe. Just him every inch of him pressing forward like he was claiming territory.

I could feel his breath, hot and shallow, mingling with mine. The scent of him wrapped around me, disorienting. His fingers dug into the side of my neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind me that he was in control.

When he finally pulled away, I was left blinking, dazed. My lips, throbbed, tingling with the aftermath. My breath stuttered in my chest, and I realized my fingers were gripping the edge of the chair like I’d been bracing for impact.

Alessandro didn’t move far. His face hovered close to mine, his voice low, gravelled with restraint. “You’re mine. Not her. Not anyone else’s. Mine. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t forget that.”

I stared at him, stunned silent. My pulse thudded wildly in my ears.

that I couldn’t A part of me wanted to shove him back. Another part wanted to demand why, why now, why like this, why with so muc even think straight. But mostly, I just sat there, caught in the aftermath, unsure if I was trembling from the anger, the kiss, or both.

Finally, I found my voice.

“That’s not how you prove it,” I said, barely louder than a whisper. “That’s how you confuse it.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away.

“Don’t piss me off more, I will end up fucking you right now here in the car in front of that cafe, He lowered his voice. I blinked at him, caught somewhere between disbelief and outrage.

“You’re such a pervert.” I scoffed out. Do you ever stop thinking about sex?” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms tightly across my chest as a

defense I wasn’t sure would hold.

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Chapter 148

“When it involves you, never.” Ilis tone was blunt, shameless, and utterly matter–of-fact.

That did it, I couldn’t help it. A laugh escaped me, sudden and startled, slipping past my guard. I covered my mouth like I could shove it back in, but it was already out there, shattering the thick tension in the car for a moment.

He smirked, watching me. There was satisfaction in his eyes now, that quiet, arrogant male pride he wore like a second skin. Like he’d won something just by making me laugh. And maybe he had. Maybe that crack in the wall I’d so carefully built between us was exactly what he’d wanted.

I shook my head, still grinning despite myself, thoug

sure if I meant it as an insult or a confession.

chest was tight with everything left unsaid. “You’re impossible,” I murmured, not

Alessandro leaned in slightly, just enough that I could feel the heat of his body again, the intensity he never bothered to hide when it came to me. His voice dropped lower, quieter but no less intense.

“You make me lose control,” he said. “I don’t think. I feel. And when I feel you this close, I can’t fucking help it.”

Something in my chest tightened. I hated how much those words affected me. Hated how my body still remembered the press of his mouth, the way it had taken everything without asking.

I looked away, trying to shield the vulnerability rising in my throat. “That’s not always a good thing, Alessandro.”

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