Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Mafia Brothers : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

A dominant man and persistent man fills the head with unholy thoughts._Rebecca tugged at the hem of the dress and tried to adjust the spaghetti arm that dug too tightly into her skin. She scrunched her face, there was no hope for such a dress. Most of her breasts were exposed and the fabric outlined every single curve of her body. Not to mention it barely covering her thighs. She felt naked as Diego's eyes looked her up and down. She didn't see desire in his eyes, just a simple scrutinizing gaze. “Next.” He said coldly for the tenth time. She should have expected that much when he dragged her out of her room very early in the morning to find her suitable outfits to wear around his house. “Can't you just let me decide on what I want?!” She emphasized on the word “I” as she spoke. Diego ignored her complaint and chased her off to try on the next dress. With a scoff and a look of disdain, she turned around and waddled behind the curtains. “He doesn't like this one too?” The des

The strongest Man with the greatest weakness. _Diego heard a soft knock on his door and he already knew who it was. Rebecca approached his desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.He looked up at her face and noticed something new. Her lips were a deeper shade of red than normal. His brow arched in curiosity, was she trying to look good for him?He almost chuckled. She turned around swiftly and left his study with quickened steps. When the door closed behind her, he smiled. “That girl…” Reaching for his cup, he raised it to his lips and sipped from it. A surprising milky sweetness slid down his throat and his face scrunched in confusion. “What the…?” He squinted softly. He took off the lid and stared into the cup. It seemed his usual dark coffee had been sweetened with milk. “Shit!” He dropped the cup and sprung from his seat. He knew he was lactose intolerant so he avoided milky things entirely. But there were occasions where he mistakenly took products with milk, just

A shared sexual experience for just one to remember._Rebecca wanted to hit his hand away, she wanted to give him the lecture of his life for touching her like that! But deep down, she wished he would go further down. He caressed her waist and her hips but stopped short of her ass, like he wanted a permission she could never bring herself to give. “I don't understand…” she muttered. Her nipples were so hard it was poking right through her dress. Diego moved closer to her and her legs spread wider apart on their own. Their bodies were pressing against each other now and she felt her entire face redden as his dick pressed against her middle. “Cattivella…” he muttered softly into her ear. He was drunk and she could tell. Even though it didn't show on his face that much. She knew there would be an empty bottle of whiskey lying around somewhere if she checked, but she wouldn't give up such closeness for the world. Chase's words echoed in her ear. While they waited for Diego to wake

The man who murdered fathers, even his own. _Diego's eyes squinted confusedly, why was she suddenly acting so emotional? “Will you just hear me out?” He said, trying to explain himself. “Why does everything always have to revolve around you?!” She barked, taking him by surprise. “Can't you just stop for a moment and listen? Listen to others, their words… their hearts…” she muttered the last part. Diego was far from confused, he was stunned. Why was she suddenly raising her voice? Why was she getting mad? Why was she tearing up? “Why are you acting this way?” He questioned. “Why am I acting this way? Because you hurt me! You hurt me!” She kept yelling. “Did you give me a choice?!” He roared and she fell quiet. He didn't stop there, he continued, advancing towards her with each word. “You don't seem to understand the situation of things here, you don't remember your place, you forget it so easily because I act so lenient with you.” He stopped right in front of her, towering over

“Will I ever come to terms with this truth?” – Rebecca sat in the comfort of her bedroom, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. How her life shifted from being the free woman she was to a caged rat never allowed to see the sky again in just a split second still marveled her. But for some reason, it was something she had come to accept. Not that she had fully come to terms with being a prisoner– not to mention for a man like Diego of all people– but there was a sort of ease in her that she could not fully comprehend. Something in her made her believe she was safe where she was, especially with a man like Chase around the corners of the house, but that safeness was slowly starting to flicker after hearing such words shout Diego from his own brother. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a little scared. She shook her head, “no, I'm going to survive or die trying.” She reminded herself in a tone of affirmation. A sigh drew from her lips, no one tol