Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella found herself in Emanuele’s embrace, covered by the bedsheets, sharing the same bed. Emanuele’s stature was imposing, his chest chiseled with hard muscles, and lying in his arms felt as uncomfortable as resting on a solid plank.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Not only that, but his heartbeat, his scorching body temperature, and his dominant aura made Isabella feel incredibly uneasy. The intimacy of the contact was overwhelming, and Isabella blushed and trembled, desperate to escape.

Isabella made an effort to shift her body, attempting to free herself from Emanuele’s hold. However, as she moved, she suddenly felt a rigid object pressing against her legs, poking her like a stick.

At the same time, Emanuele’s voice, husky and filled with desire, whispered, “Isabella, you’re not obedient at all. Do you want me to have my way with you?”

Emanuele’s words sent a chill down Isabella’s spine. She stammered, “I just want to sleep.”

“It’s too late,” Emanuele murmured, unmoved by Isabella’s pleas.

With a swift motion, he rolled over, pinning Isabella beneath him. His powerful, beastly physique covered her, casting a shadow that blocked out the light.

Emanuele’s eyes were deep and filled with desire as they roamed over her. “I’m not… I just want to sleep,” Isabella stammered, her words barely coherent.

“It’s too late,” Emanuele whispered, ignoring her pleas.

In an instant, Isabella’s world shattered. Her silk pajamas, which Emanuele had provided for her since she arrived, were torn into shreds with a single pull from him. The sheer audacity of his actions left Isabella exposed, her face flushed with embarrassment and her body trembling.

Emanuele’s eyes roamed over her shamelessly, filling her with fear and humiliation. In his gaze, she felt as though he had already violated her.

Why was Emanuele subjecting her to such torment? Isabella couldn’t comprehend. She was already compliant, obedient, yet he showed her no mercy.

Isabella felt a sense of despair wash over her. Should she end her suffering by giving in, or endure the continuous torment Emanuele subjected her to?

Isabella couldn’t find an answer. She attempted to shield her body, but Emanuele was swift. He seized both her wrists with one hand, effortlessly lifting them above her head and pinning them to the headboard. With his free hand, he touched her exposed skin, his rough fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Emanuele, please, please spare me,” Isabella pleaded. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the feeling of suffocation in her chest gradually spread, forcing her to gasp for air.

But her fragile and innocent appearance only excited Emanuele even more.

“Isabella, look at you now, so pitiful. Weren’t you always wanting to resist me, wanting to escape our world in the mafia?” Emanuele reached out to wipe the tears from Isabella’s eyes. The warmth of her tears heightened Emanuele’s excitement.

After wiping them away, he even put his fingers in his mouth, savoring the salty taste of her tears, as if delicately savoring her vulnerability.

Seeing this, Isabella couldn’t help but shout, “You’re crazy, you madman!”

“Yes, you guessed it right. My enemies do indeed call me the Chicago Madman.” Emanuele burst into laughter.

Then he lowered his head and kissed Isabella’s lips.

His aggression was strong, forcing Isabella to open her mouth, and he delved in with his tongue, savoring the fragrance between her lips and teeth.

The floral and fruity scent on her body made him crave more, as if he wanted to devour her.

Isabella had to endure Emanuele’s kiss, and her heart was filled with despair.

She had to kill Emanuele; she had to kill him!

But Emanuele was not satisfied with just that. He left Isabella’s lips and kissed her neck, then moved to her chest.

As he kissed her chest, Isabella felt her body acting strangely, like it was being nibbled by ants, tingling, and her body involuntarily tensed up.

Watching Isabella squirming, Emanuele chuckled. “Indeed, no matter how tough a woman’s mouth is, in bed, they all soften.”

Isabella glared at him and growled, “Emanuele, don’t get too cocky. One day, I will surely take your life.”

“Isabella, you can only take my life in bed.” Emanuele was indifferent to Isabella’s threats, even laughing heartily.

This little thing was too cute, too naive, thinking she could take his life?

She had no idea how many ruthless criminal organizations had wanted his life, only to end up at the bottom of a lake, fed to the fish by him.

Emanuele kissed Isabella’s body, looking at her milky-white skin, so smooth and sensitive.

With his touch, her skin trembled, and she couldn’t control her moans, giving him immense satisfaction.

“Isabella, enjoy tonight,” Emanuele reached out to pull down Isabella’s pants.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, even though today was not an ideal day. But who cared? As the head of the Chicago Mafia, he did as he pleased, and no one dared to stop him.

It was just a woman, even if she had a tough mouth, he could conquer her in bed and make her feel pleasure and surrender.

Isabella gritted her teeth. Her uncontrollable physiological responses made her feel ashamed. She knew she couldn’t continue like this, so she immediately said, “If Clark finds out, he won’t marry me.”

One sentence made Emanuele abruptly stop.

Isabella continued, “Didn’t you say it yourself? He needs a clean woman. How can a woman who’s been with her stepbrother be considered clean? If he finds out, not only will he not spare me, he probably won’t spare you either.”

Isabella had figured out that although Emanuele and Clark appeared to be friends, it was more accurate to say they were allies brought together by mutual interests. If their interests clashed, they would likely turn their guns on each other.

Emanuele’s attempt to matchmake her with Clark was also driven by the belief that he could gain some benefits if she married him. But if Clark discovered something, Emanuele’s plan would crumble.

Emanuele’s initial desire gradually faded. He stared at Isabella for a while, then couldn’t help but smirk.

“Well done, Isabella. You’re quite clever, bringing up Clark,” Emanuele’s lips curled into a cold smile that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Isabella bit her tongue, the sharp pain pushing back the waves of suffocation that had been washing over her. She knew her claustrophobia was acting up. She wasn’t sure if what she had just said would make Emanuele step back or push him further. But no matter the outcome, if things were already this dire, why not give it a try?

She absolutely couldn’t afford to appear too vulnerable in front of Emanuele, nor could she allow him to discover her claustrophobia, or the consequences would be dire.

Finally, Emanuele released Isabella. At the same moment he let her go, Isabella quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she had won this gamble.

But in the next instant, Emanuele seized her by the throat.