Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Harper’s POVThis time was different from the last—his s.ex was rougher. His rod, hot and as hard as iron, filled me completely, stretching me to the point of discomfort. His right hand gripped my throat while his lower body kept thrusting. The mix of suffocation and pleasure left me unable to distinguish pain from pleasure.“Mmph… mmph…”My brain was overloaded, sending signals to stop. My v.agina, which was being constantly pounded, had gone numb, and a tight, aching sensation briefly brought my mind back from the abyss of l.ust.“Mmph!”I tried to call out for help, but with my mouth gagged, no sound could come out. His right hand, thumb, and index finger pinched my c.lit, and suddenly my mind went blank, and the ceiling above me blurred into an unrecognizable mess.Marco’s POVShe passed out. I pulled myself out of her and took a moment to admire the beauty of her body.The black ball gag was still in her mouth. Drool and tears marked her innocent, beautiful face, which didn’t loo

Evening, at Home.“Marco is back. The chef made your favorite dishes today. I’ve noticed you’ve lost some weight recently, so make sure to eat well.”For the first time, I observed this woman carefully—Harper’s mother. Unlike my own mother, she lacked elegance, but she exuded warmth, perhaps where Harper inherited her lively nature. Only when dealing with me did Harper reveal that cold, resistant side of herself.“Thank you,” I replied, and Harper’s mother exchanged a glance with my father. I pretended not to notice.After dinner, I headed to the study.“Is Harper with you?” my father asked as soon as I entered.“Is there something you need?”“Don't play dumb, Marco. Someone told me something, and your mother has been worried about Harper.”“Harper’s at Cambridge, isn’t she? I’ve been back to handle some matters and haven't kept track of her.”“Tell me the truth, Marco.” Without even lifting his eyes, he threw a file that was at hand, striking me across the forehead, causing a sharp s

Harper’s POVA dull ache pounded at the back of my head. I remembered Marco having me moved to a new place, and last night, when I was almost asleep, he burst in like a madman.I curved my lips; it wasn’t just my imagination. Clearly, by the end of it last night, we had both lost control.And now, what was this situation?I tried to sit up, but my wrists and ankles were bound with fine chains, making it impossible to rise. The room was dark, my heart pounded. There was no one here, but soon, the door opened.I couldn’t see what was outside the door; a faint light spilled in as it opened."Marco?" I called out tentatively.He was behaving so strangely. I used to think of him as serious, but since we’d gone to the UK and after, it had become explosive between us. Even if we weren’t fighting, there was always an air of tension.As much as I hated it, that was better than this bizarre situation.“What’s wrong with you? Why did you tie me up?”I had so many questions.Suddenly, he moved in

Harper’s POVI hurried to the door and listened for a moment. It seemed like their conversation wouldn't end anytime soon, which gave me a window of opportunity.Opening the window, I felt the cold wind hit me. I glanced at my thin nightgown and tried searching through the cabinets for other clothes. Luckily, I found a shirt—not mine, but still much better than what I was wearing.I pulled on the oversized men’s shirt, and though the pants were long, I rolled them up until the cold sensation disappeared a little.The curtains were the kind I liked—pure white, long, and draping enough. I pulled down the left curtain and knotted it tightly to secure it. As for the chain on my ankle...My eyes focused on a pair of pliers lying in the corner of the cabinet. I didn't know who had left them there, but I quickly used them to cut the chain.No one outside noticed me, which was good. This was all too chaotic—none of us could face our true feelings. Last night, Marco's words weren’t something I

Marco’s POV"So, Father, what do you think I should do? The more I try to get her, the further she seems from my grasp."I hesitated for a moment before finally bowing my head."Marco, do you believe that everything you've done until now is really of your own will? Or, without my consent, do you think you could have taken over the Moretti family so effortlessly?"Father’s eyes were deep, and they made me remember the events from two years ago.Two years ago."Are you really going to take down your own father, Marco?"David’s face was dimly lit in the darkness. One of his men, who had been with him for a long time, had been injured and had to retreat.Facing my father's elite guard, I wasn't entirely confident. But as we broke through the perimeter, I noticed that no one tried to stop us inside.The quieter it became, the more uneasy I felt. I knew my father too well. So even as I pressed a revolver against his temple, I was terrified that I might meet my end here.Yet, he merely admit