Todos os capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Alejandro’s jaw tightened. "She is a Martinez. She carries my name. You threw her out onto the street over a spilled glass of wine." His sharp eyes flicked to Viola, taking in her faded jeans, her messy hair, and her pale, terrified face. Disgust flashed across his features. "You humiliated my blood for a shop girl."Sebastian’s amber eyes went dead. The temperature in the room plummeted."She didn't slap a shop girl, Alejandro," Sebastian stated quietly. "She raised her hand to a Hierro."The room went dead silent.Alejandro stopped breathing. His posture went completely rigid. He slowly turned his head, looking at Viola again. This time, the disgust was gone, replaced by a calculating, fearful realization. He searched her face for the familial resemblance, weighing the catastrophic cost of what Sebastian had just revealed.If this girl carried the Hierro protection, Valentina had just committed an act of war.Alejandro slowly turned his dark eyes toward his daughter. "Apologize."Va

The tires of the luxury SUV hummed smoothly over the dark asphalt.Viola sat rigidly in the backseat, her chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic breaths. Her right hand rested on her thigh, the palm still tingling with a sharp, hot energy. She stared down at her fingers in the shadows. She had actually done it. She had struck the daughter of a powerful man hard enough to leave a red mark.A violent tremor wracked her small frame, shaking her shoulders. It was the heavy, crashing wave of adrenaline. But as she sat there in the dark, waiting for the guilt and the terror to swallow her alive, she realized something terrifying.She didn't feel bad.For the first time in her miserable, invisible life, she had fought back. She hadn't cowered. And looking down at her stinging hand, a dark, forbidden thrill curled deep in her stomach.A heavy gaze broke through her thoughts.Viola slowly turned her head. Sebastian was sitting in the corner of the leather seat, submerged in the shadows.

Viola gasped as her back hit the leather seat. Before she could even process the movement, Sebastian was hovering over her. He had her pinned beneath him, his broad chest caging her in without crushing her with his weight. Viola stared up at him in a wide-eyed, frozen daze. A heavy gold chain hung from his neck, having slipped loose from his open collar. The cool metal grazed directly across her flushed cheek as he lowered his head. His eyes were pitch black in the shadows. Through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel his heart hammering a heavy, violent rhythm against her chest. He didn't give her time to breathe. He captured her face in his hands and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. It was bruising. It was desperate. Viola let out a soft groan, her fingers tangling frantically into his dark hair. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. His mouth left her lips, trailing hot, wet kisses down her jaw. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, his lips su

The early morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft, pale glow across the small bedroom.Viola slowly opened her eyes. She blinked against the morning light, staring blankly at the ceiling as the heavy fog of sleep began to lift. She lay still for a long time. She listened to the quiet house before finally pushing the heavy blanket aside. She sat up slowly, resting on the edge of the narrow mattress. Her muscles ached. A deep, bone-weary soreness dragged at her limbs from the sheer exhaustion of yesterday.She raised her hand. Her fingers brushed against her bottom lip.They were still swollen. The skin was tender to the touch, carrying the phantom feeling of rough stubble and heavy, demanding heat. Her breath hitched in the quiet room as the memory of the dark SUV rushed back. The weight of his thighs beneath her. The suffocating tension. The dark, predatory hunger in his eyes when his hands gripped her waist.I'm going to taste you.A sudden, intense heat f

Viola didn't think twice. She silently stepped forward, grabbed the wrapped sandwich, and shoved it deep into the pocket of her oversized sweater. He won't know, she told herself.She rushed out the back door, eating the stolen sandwich in quick, desperate bites on the road as she walked toward the bus stop. She was so hungry she couldn't even wait.By the time she reached the boutique, she was ten minutes late. She was ready to get scolded, knowing the manager would be furious about the humiliated client.She pushed the glass doors open, keeping her head down. The manager was sitting in her chair at the front desk. When Viola walked in, the woman just gave her a brief look, then looked back down at her papers. No yelling.Viola paused. She realized the atmosphere in the shop was quite tense. No one was looking at her. No one was whispering. Usually, the staff bullied her the second she walked in, shoving heavy work onto her, but today, no one gave her a single order.She shrugged it