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2026-07-23 23:54:44
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My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed 19
"You’re mine to torment, Bianca," he says, his voice low and rough. "I'll prove it."Just like that, his hand is back in my panties.The voices outside grow closer.My heart nearly stops.And the tip of his finger stops at my entrance, teasing me there, circling my wetness with deliberate, maddening patience.My body involuntarily arch into him as tears prick the corners of my eyes and spill silently down my flushed cheeks.Tears of shame, fear, unwanted pleasure, and overwhelming confusion.My body trembles against the cold mirror as I fight the devastating sensations coursing through me."Naughty, sister-in-law," he whispers hotly against my ear, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction.His breath sends fresh shivers racing down my spine. "Coming when I've only just begun."No.No way did that actually happen.He looks at my face, and smirks. "Crying for me already? So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart.""No… I… I didn't." I stutter.His brows furrows, and his finger presse
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I bite down hard on Luca’s tongue, so hard it draws blood.And that finally does it.Luca steps back with a low, frustrated growl, his eyes still burning with unfulfilled hunger as he releases me.I quickly adjust the curtain and peek my head out, showing just half my flushed face, hiding my swollen lips, and slightly disheveled hair.My heart skips when I notice Marco has reached for the curtain, concern etched on his face.Oh God.If I'd been even a second late… I force the thought away before it can take hold. But my heart refuses to slow, pounding hard, while every inch of my body trembles at the weight of what had almost happened."Marco, I’m sorry," I say breathlessly, forcing a small, apologetic smile. "Just a minute more. This dress is really delicate and tricky to adjust."He studies my face for a long, torturous second. His eyes search mine, as if sensing something is off, and my heart nearly stops.Finally, he nods slowly."I’ll wait right here," he says gently. "Take your
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I stare into Luca's dark, unreadable eyes, my own wide with fear. Fear of him. Fear of myself. Fear of what happens if I don't get my damn head on straight.My lips part on a shaky, involuntary breath."L-Luca..." I whisper against his lips.His gaze lingers on mine for one long, unbearable second. Then his mouth parts, and I don't avoid it.The moment his mouth claims mine, it’s pure fire. Hot, demanding, and utterly devouring.His tongue sweeps inside, tasting me like he’s starving for me.A low, possessive growl vibrates from his chest into mine, just as his hand squeezes my ass cheek firmly, pulling me harder against his throbbing length.I whimper softly into the kiss, my body melting against him despite the terror screaming in my head.My hands fist his shirt tightly as I begin to respond to the kiss, mimicking his movements.The kiss deepens, growing more desperate.Luca has just lifted me off the floor when…"Bianca?"Marco’s voice cuts through the curtain from just outside."
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My wide, terrified eyes lock with Luca's dark, burning gaze in the full-length mirror. A slow, satisfied smirk curves his lips.I take in our reflection, one of his hands covering my mouth while the other circles my bare waist, holding me firmly against him, his hard, powerful body pressed so tightly to my back, leaving no space between us, no room to escape.Seeing us like this in the mirror makes everything feel even more dangerous. Even more intimate. Even more terrifying.My body trembles uncontrollably as my terrified eyes dart from his hand over my mouth, then the one around my middle, and then his face.His eyes hold mine, silently reminding me that I am completely trapped in his grasp."Don’t," he warns in a low, lethal whisper against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers racing down my spine. His large hand remains clamped firmly over my mouth. "Not a sound. Or I’ll make sure you regret it."Every muscle in my body goes rigid.No. This can't be happening.Catalina might wal
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Neither of the brothers raises their voice; neither needs to, but the tension between them is almost tangible. I glance at Francesca, who watches the exchange in silence, her brow furrowed slightly. My fingers tighten around the fabric of the gown as I struggle to remain standing, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. 'What is she thinking? Has she finally noticed something? She's always been suspicious of me.' Finally, she gives a slight nod. "I agree with Luca." Marco doesn't argue. His gaze lingers on me for another moment before he says calmly, "Bring the next one." Dress after dress follows; it's either too plain or too dramatic. One earns Marco's approval only for Luca to dismiss it with a single glance. Another earns Luca's approval while Marco rejects it immediately. Sometimes Francesca sides with Marco; other times she sides with Luca. The endless back-and-forth makes my stomach tighten. It doesn't feel as though they're choosing a wedding dress anymore. It's as
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"Next," Francesca's voice cut through the tension. I head to the changing room.I try on dress after dress. The minutes blur together until I lose count.Every gown I try is more extravagant than the last. Silk. Satin. Hand-sewn lace. Glittering crystals that catch the light every time I move. Yet I barely notice any of them.Because every single time I step back onto the fitting platform… Luca is still there.Every time, his eyes are already waiting for me.He doesn't speak or move; he just watches.His gaze is intense, unblinking, and devouring as it drags over every inch of me, slow and unhurried, as though he's memorizing how I look in each dress.His eyes follow every step I take with an intensity that makes my pulse stumble. My skin prickles beneath his stare.It's suffocating. Terrifying. The room feels smaller. The air grows heavier. I can't breathe properly.My fingers tighten around the folds of my dress as I force myself to breathe normally.Stop looking at him.I keep tell
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