Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“Baby, you’re amazing!” Emanuele couldn’t help but praise Isabella.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He could feel Isabella’s tongue swirling around, her head bobbing up and down. She seemed to know precisely how to please him.

“Suck harder,” Emanuele commanded.

Isabella obeyed, all the while looking up at Emanuele.

This was a scene Emanuele had fantasized about since the moment he met Isabella. Back then, he had imagined Isabella’s pink lips enveloping his manhood, and her bright, shining eyes gazing up at him. Now, this fantasy had come true, and it satisfied Emanuele both physically and mentally.

God, he was on the verge of climaxing! Emanuele held Isabella’s head and compelled her to take all of him. When he felt her throat clench around him, he thought he was going to transcend this world.

At this moment, Emanuele was no different from Isabella a while ago. His actions were dictated by desire.

“Oh, my God, Isabella, you’re amazing!” Emanuele exclaimed, looking at Isabella as she gagged and teared up. The pleasure coursing through his body intensified.

This was it. He grabbed her hair and started thrusting relentlessly, increasing his pace.

The intense climax made Emanuele’s body shudder, draining all his strength, and it felt as if his muscles were melting away.

He released everything into Isabella.

Watching her swallow everything he had given her, Emanuele felt a satisfaction he had never experienced before. Not even with the women he had been with before did he feel such intense pleasure.

Now, Isabella looked relaxed and triumphant. “Well done, Emanuele. You’re stronger than I imagined, but you need to up your game.”

With that, she hopped off him and walked towards the bathroom. She needed a soothing shower and a good night’s sleep. God knew how she had endured this period, especially last night when she had barely had two hours of sleep.

Watching Isabella’s swaying hips, Emanuele clenched his teeth and had the urge to spank her. He felt like she was growing up rapidly.

Thinking about it, Emanuele couldn’t help but smile with a touch of pride. In reality, he wasn’t sure if Isabella could become a suitable Mafia queen, as she was too innocent and hadn’t been through much. However, he suddenly realized that she was highly adaptable. She always managed to find her rhythm within his rules and attempted to turn the tables.

Watching her grow little by little would undoubtedly be fascinating.

After their showers, Isabella explored the room, and even the master bedroom alone had everything they needed to spend three days without going out, and they wouldn’t get bored.

Soon, Emanuele finished his shower and joined her, walking up from behind and asking, “Are you satisfied with this place?”

“Satisfied,” Isabella replied, turning to face Emanuele. She found it hard to take her eyes off him. At that moment, Emanuele was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his upper body bare. Water droplets, not yet dried, flowed over his smooth abdominal muscles.

He looked as strong as a mountain, blocking her view and making her appear delicate in comparison.

Emanuele noticed the way Isabella couldn’t tear her eyes away and couldn’t help but smile. It seemed she was quite pleased with his physique, which made Emanuele both delighted and proud.

At this moment, Isabella was looking at the clothes inside the wardrobe, rearranging her things according to her own habits. This reminded Emanuele of something.

“You said you donated the money I gave you? How much did you donate?”

“Forty thousand,” Isabella said, “I kept one thousand for myself.”

“You did a fantastic job!” Emanuele couldn’t help but pat Isabella’s cheek. “Why didn’t you donate it all? You’re so charitable.”

There was a hint of mockery in his tone.

“Wasn’t that also to do a good deed for you? You’ve killed so many people; aren’t you afraid of going to hell after you die?” Isabella glared at Emanuele.

But when Emanuele heard Isabella’s words, he burst into laughter.

“Hell? Isabella, do you think I’m afraid? Don’t you think this isn’t hell already?”

Watching Emanuele laugh hysterically, Isabella clenched her teeth. Sometimes, talking to this devil was enough to drive her mad.

Speaking of which, Emanuele, what gives you the right to ruin my life? You know how much I didn’t want to get into the Mafia world.”

“Ruining your life? You willingly stepped into it back then, didn’t you? I let you go. It was you who wanted to join our family.”

Now Emanuele looked incredibly innocent. Was he really as innocent as he claimed?

Isabella was infuriated, but what he said was not entirely untrue. She was in great pain. “Did you threaten my mom not to tell me the truth about the wedding?”

“No, no, Isabella. In fact, when I give an order, no one dares to defy me.”

“You see, you forcefully dragged me into your world.”

“Still, it was your decision. You didn’t say you didn’t want to marry me when we were in front of the priest, did you? When I inserted my manhood into you, did you say a word? You were addicted to my body. You can’t live without it,” Emanuele cradled Isabella’s face and planted a kiss on her lips.

“You’re a real bastard!”

“Show me some respect,” Emanuele warned.

Looking at the man before her, Isabella wanted to bite him to death. He had never respected her, yet now he wanted her to respect him?

At this moment, Emanuele pinched Isabella’s chin, forcing her to look at him. He saw her pain, her anger, which only excited him further.

“Isabella, do you want to win in this game? It’s too early! But honestly, I’ve come to love this game now.”

Listening to Emanuele’s words, Isabella grew even angrier.

“My life is not a game, Emanuele. You’ve gone too far!”

“When we started, it was you who treated all this as a game, wasn’t it? Isabella, you were the one who initiated it.”

Isabella struggled out of Emanuele’s grip. With a pair of furious eyes, she stared at him. “Fine, then remember to sleep with one eye open, or you might not see the sun tomorrow.”

Upon hearing Isabella’s words, Emanuele burst into laughter. He reached out, scooped Isabella into his arms, and then tossed her onto the massive bed in front of them. Emanuele’s body followed, enveloping Isabella entirely. He pulled her close, saying, “Alright, let’s get some sleep.”

Isabella was trapped in Emanuele’s embrace, and she felt his overpowering presence all around her. It made her uncomfortable. She wanted to squirm out of his embrace and find a comfortable spot to sleep, but Emanuele held her tightly.

“Tomorrow, your closet will be filled with items fit for a queen. But for now, get some rest,” Emanuele said. He gently turned Isabella’s face toward him and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight, wifey.”

Isabella grumbled in dissatisfaction and pulled the blanket over herself, ready to sleep. Since she couldn’t resist, she decided to go along with it.

But the next moment, Emanuele lifted her up and placed her on his right side. “Emanuele, what are you doing?” Isabella complained, wondering why this man was treating her like an object, carrying her around.

Emanuele switched off the lights and pulled her closer to him. “Nothing, just go to sleep.”

He did this only as a precaution, in case anything happened during the night, he wanted to be able to shield her from it, standing between her and the door.