Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella couldn’t help but feel a sense of vulnerability. If Emanuele truly developed feelings for another woman, it seemed that no matter what she did, he might still leave her. A man like him, even if he stayed by her side, might be of little use to her.

As Isabella’s emotions calmed down, she suddenly felt she had been too brave earlier. How did she summon the courage to say those things to Emanuele? What shocked her even more was Emanuele’s reaction. Instead of getting angry, he became gentle. In the past, if she dared to confront Emanuele like this, he would have pointed a gun at her forehead. How could he have listened to her?

Isabella also couldn’t comprehend why Emanuele behaved this way. She couldn’t help but think of Karen. Could it be because of that woman? Did Emanuele feel guilty because of her sudden appearance? Although he explained that he had no connection with that woman, the hostile look in Karen’s eyes made Isabella sure that Karen was fond of Emanuele.

Isabella’s heart sank. Well, if Emanuele truly didn’t love her, he would probably get a divorce. She was prepared for it. If Emanuele didn’t want children and didn’t love her, divorce might be the best option for her.

Lost in her thoughts, Isabella fell asleep. In a hazy state, she felt her body heating up, and a warm hand was caressing her. It seemed as if someone wanted to explore every inch of her body.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Isabella couldn’t help but moan as her body was slowly uncovered, craving for more. Her lips were kissed passionately, and a rough hand reached her most intimate area, massaging the core of her desires.

An electric surge shot through her body, and Isabella abruptly opened her eyes. She discovered a robust man on top of her, vigorously at work.

The man had already discarded his clothes. In the faint moonlight, Isabella saw Emanuele’s muscular arms supporting him by her side. The bulging biceps displayed a wild strength, and his chest muscles were well-defined, particularly taut at the abdominal area.

When he wore clothes, it wasn’t apparent how pronounced his muscles were. However, once he took them off, especially in this dim light, his muscles seemed exceptionally developed, exuding a kind of vigorous and barbaric aura. The scent of his hormones permeated the air.

Rationally, Isabella believed she should refuse Emanuele. They were still in the midst of an argument, and she didn’t want him to touch her, let alone engage in such intimate activities.

However, emotionally, Isabella found her body completely unable to resist Emanuele’s touch. On the contrary, she desired more of him, yearning for him to penetrate her.

“Emanuele…” Isabella moaned, uttering his name.

As Emanuele’s fingers entered her, with each thrust, the pleasure intensified. Isabella involuntarily spread her legs wider, craving for Emanuele to go even deeper.

“Do you like it?” Emanuele whispered in a hoarse voice, licking Isabella’s earlobe. Desire made his eyes appear almost black.

Isabella nodded.

“Do you want it? Isabella, tell me you want it.”

Isabella gritted her teeth as desire filled her entire body, making her want, desperately want, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask. They had just had a heated argument, and now she was supposed to ask for this? Isabella couldn’t do it.

In the next moment, Emanuele’s hand withdrew, ceasing its touch on Isabella. She froze. At this point, her body felt as if thousands of insects were nibbling at her, an itch that couldn’t find relief, causing Isabella immense discomfort.

But she still couldn’t bring herself to ask Emanuele to continue.

Isabella’s hand couldn’t help but caress her own lower body, mimicking the actions Emanuele usually performed on her to alleviate the inner turmoil. Her cheeks flushed, her body turned a shade of pink, her eyes misty, and her lips, swollen from his recent kisses, radiated a watery sheen.

In this moment, Isabella resembled a seductress, her body fully exposed in front of him, without any reservations. She panted and moaned, her flesh voluptuous, exuding a captivating allure.

This erotic scene made Emanuele feel like his lower body was on the verge of exploding. Did she even realize how enchanting she was right now?

With these thoughts, Emanuele didn’t care whether Isabella wanted this or not. He pulled away Isabella’s hand, and in the next instant, he thrust himself into her body.

Oh, God! Isabella silently cried in her heart. She felt her body completely yielding to Emanuele, and the sensations of him inside her made it hard for her to breathe.

When did she become like this? When did she start enjoying Emanuele’s body so much, yearning for him to be a part of her body and soul? Emanuele relentlessly thrust into her, making Isabella feel like her soul was about to be shaken out.

Orgasm after orgasm left Isabella feeling physically drained. She had no energy left to think about anything else.

Afterwards, Emanuele held Isabella and took a shower before going to bed.

Isabella lay in Emanuele’s arms, feeling somewhat exhausted. Emanuele kissed her cheek and said, “Baby, don’t be angry, okay?”

The man who usually spoke in a cold, harsh tone was unexpectedly coaxing. Isabella’s heart softened a bit, but she didn’t plan to forgive him so quickly. She felt that Emanuele’s recent changes were due to his liking for her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have changed for no reason.

Since it was liking, she would take the dominant position in their game of emotions.

“It depends on your performance,” Isabella said. “I’ll forgive you when I’m happy. And no, your recent performance wasn’t good enough.”

“Wasn’t good enough in what?” Emanuele asked, with a perplexed frown.

“Not in that area,” Isabella sighed. When it came to intimate matters, Emanuele was indeed a master; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so exhausted now.

“In what, then?” Emanuele questioned.

“In daily life, Emanuele. I don’t want to keep arguing with you, always having conflicts. I’m tired,” Isabella said, finding a comfortable position in Emanuele’s arms. She had learned to separate her body and spirit.

“Don’t worry, except for that matter, I’ll go along with you,” Emanuele kissed Isabella’s hair. “Now, let’s sleep.”

Apart from that matter, Isabella felt a bit uncomfortable. The matter Emanuele referred to was probably her desire to have a child. Deep down, she longed to have a child of her own, but since Emanuele was unwilling, she wouldn’t force him. Moreover, the issue with Karen hadn’t been resolved, and she had a feeling that Karen would cause trouble for her.