Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella glanced at the food Lilly brought to the table. For some reason, she recently had no interest in meat, especially seafood-it made her nauseous. Lilly now presented a plate of freshly roasted chicken, its skin crimson and glistening with oil, giving off a tempting aroma that filled the entire restaurant.

Isabella used to love roasted chicken, but now, the sight of the hot, crispy chicken did nothing for her appetite. Lilly, being enthusiastic, tore off a piece of chicken and placed it in front of Isabella. “Eat, my dear Isabella. I know you’re on a diet, but chicken is a high-protein, low-fat option. Eating a bit more won’t hurt.”

Despite Lilly’s reassurance, Isabella found it greasy, making her feel queasy. Her interest was more drawn to the pasta with tomato meat sauce on her plate.

Emanuele noticed Isabella’s reluctance to eat chicken. He leaned in, whispering, “What’s wrong, darling? If you’re worried about gaining weight, skip the skin, just eat the meat. I used to do that a lot during my workouts.”

During his fitness routine, he would consume a lot of beef and chicken, as long as he avoided the skin, it wouldn’t lead to weight gain.

Isabella took a few bites of the pasta, enjoying the tangy sweetness of the tomatoes in her mouth. It sparked a bit of appetite, and only then did she consider touching the chicken in front of her. However, as she was about to reach for it, Emanuele forked a piece and offered it to her.

Isabella looked up at Emanuele, the man she remembered as cold and ruthless. Now, he wore a smile that made her feel utterly astonished.

Damn, how did the guy who used to be a killer in her memories turn into this?

He was too gentle, too considerate of her emotions. At this moment, Isabella felt like a child surrounded by love.

She opened her mouth, and Emanuele fed her.

“Is it delicious?”

Isabella nodded.

After finishing, Emanuele offered her another piece. Isabella felt satisfied and waved her hand, “I’m done. I’ve had enough. I’ll stick to my pasta.”

“Alright, you’ve eaten quite a bit today. Remember to finish your main course.”

After Emanuele’s reminder, he started to finish his own meal. He ate significantly more than Isabella, perhaps due to his tall stature or the demanding nature of his work. Despite consuming so much, he didn’t appear overweight; instead, he seemed strong.

Isabella, on the other hand, didn’t usually eat as much. Why did she seem a bit plumper now? Indeed, people couldn’t be compared.

After the meal, Lilly brought in some fruit, but Isabella couldn’t eat more. However, when she saw grapes, she couldn’t resist and had several.

The sweet and sour taste filled her mouth, making her feel comfortable. Other fruits didn’t appeal to Isabella at all.

After dinner, Isabella felt a bit sleepy and decided to head upstairs for a shower and sleep. Emanuele followed, still clinging to her. His hands roamed over her body. Isabella had worked a full day and felt exhausted, lacking energy, but Emanuele wouldn’t give up if he didn’t get what he wanted.

He kissed her, his hands caressing Isabella’s body. By now, Emanuele knew Isabella’s body well, understanding exactly where to touch to make her go weak. Under his tender touch, Isabella collapsed into Emanuele’s arms, breathless and powerless.

Emanuele carried Isabella to the bathroom, turning on the faucet as water cascaded down from head to toe. Her clothes were soaked, clinging tightly to her body, prompting Isabella to let out an involuntary exclamation.

With Isabella in his arms, both of them were drenched in clothing. Isabella felt uncomfortable and thought about taking off her clothes, but Emanuele held her tightly, preventing her from moving. A broad smile adorned his lips. “Isabella, I’m so happy today.”

Emanuele seemed inexplicably excited. Isabella wore a white chiffon dress that turned transparent when wet.

Emanuele could see the color of Isabella’s lingerie and panties beneath. Oh, it was enough to ignite desire.

Feeling his body heat up, Emanuele couldn’t resist lifting Isabella. His strength was considerable, making holding her as easy as holding a small cat. However, this surprised Isabella, who had to reach out, circling her arms around his neck to prevent herself from accidentally falling.

As a result, their proximity increased, and Emanuele pressed Isabella’s back against the wall. He kissed her lips fiercely, and the water flowed down their bodies, steam filling the bathroom. The temperature between Isabella and Emanuele also rose.

After kissing Isabella, Emanuele removed her clothes, continuing to kiss downward until he entered her. Both of them sighed in relief.

Emanuele held Isabella as she endured his advances, only fragmented moans escaping her lips. Being held by Emanuele, Isabella observed the strong muscles on his arms and abs that felt like stone when pressed against him.

It was strange; despite her long workouts, her body still felt soft. She wondered how long Emanuele had exercised to achieve his current physique.

Before Isabella could dwell on it further, Emanuele sensed her distraction, displeased. “Are you thinking about something else at this moment? Am I not working hard enough, hmm?”

After his words, he released Isabella. As he withdrew, Isabella looked at him with teary eyes, her desires reaching their peak without relief. She needed him.

In the next moment, Emanuele surged back into Isabella’s body, intense and heavy. Isabella’s mind went blank as an instant orgasm washed over her, leaving no room for other thoughts.

Oh God, this feeling!

Isabella held Emanuele tightly, and he embraced her. At this moment, they seemed to have become one.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

After the chaotic passion, Emanuele ran his fingers through Isabella’s hair. “Isabella, I have some work to do, and I might not be able to come back every night.”

“What happened?” Isabella lifted her eyes, feeling a bit tired, leaning against Emanuele’s chest.

“I’ve found some clues about Frederick’s nephew. He’s still in Chicago.”

Isabella paused, instantly alert. “Still in Chicago?”

“Yes, but we need to investigate his exact location.”

Isabella knew that Emanuele would undoubtedly become very busy in the coming days. The entire Chicago was vast, crowded, and finding one person amidst the city felt as challenging as retrieving a needle from the sea.