Todos os capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The heavy crystal glass slammed down onto the marble vanity, splashing dark red wine over the polished surface.Octavia paced the length of her private sitting room. Her silk robe dragged across the expensive carpets, but she didn't care. Her chest heaved with tight, sharp breaths. She rubbed her temples, trying to erase the echoing memory of the foyer.Shut your mouth, Octavia. Did I ask you to talk?She stopped pacing and stared at her reflection in the gilded mirror. Eight years. Eight years married to Rafael Hierro. She played the role of the perfect, submissive mafia wife flawlessly, building her status and securing her place in this massive estate. She sat at the right hand of one of the most dangerous men in Spain.And tonight, Sebastian humiliated her like a stray dog."I have never been spoken to like that," Octavia hissed, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered rage. "Not in this house. Not in front of the staff."Van

He just fought his father, she thought. Maybe he was just in a bad mood. She decided she was going to thank him again. She was going to bake something sweet for him. She didn't know if he liked sweets, or if he even ate sugary things at all, but Viola loved baking. A sudden, excited thought bloomed in her mind. Since she was a little girl, she hid in the estate's massive kitchens, helping the maids knead dough and mix batter. Octavia only allowed it because it kept Viola out of sight and made her "useful" to the household staff. But for Viola, baking was the only thing she truly enjoyed. It was the only time she felt peaceful. She would bake him something tonight. Maybe he wouldn't be so cold this time. When her shift ended, Viola took the bus back to the estate. She was exhausted, her feet aching in her cheap shoes, but her mind buzzed with quiet determination. Walking toward her room, she spotted a young maid coming down the hall. Viola recognized her instantly—she was the exac

Viola shifted on his lap, trying to ease the sudden, pooling heat building between her thighs. She didn’t answer him. She just took another shaky bite, forcing herself to swallow.When the last piece was gone, she set the fork down on the empty plate.“I’m done,” she whispered.Sebastian looked at her lips. His voice dropped into a dark, low register. “I want to eat a sweet, too.”Viola looked up at him, her brow pulling together in deep confusion. She looked down at the completely empty porcelain plate, then back at his face. She had just eaten the entire thing. There was nothing left. She opened her mouth to tell him he was being unreasonable, but before the words could even form—Sebastian pulled his reading glasses off his face, tossed them onto the desk, and grabbed the back of her neck.His mouth crashed down on hers.Viola gasped against his lips, taken off guard by the forceful intensity. She almost fell backward

“Please what, sweetness?”Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Her whole body trembled on the desk. “Please… please don’t stop—Sebastian—”He ducked his head back down without another word and ate her like he was craving every drop. Long strokes, short flicks, deep suction. His tongue pressed flat and dragged over her clit again and again while his hands held her thighs wide, tan skin stark against her pale shaking legs. Every time she tried to close them, he only gripped harder, veins standing out on his forearms as he kept her open for his mouth.Viola’s free hand slapped against the desk, fingers scrambling for something to hold. Soft, broken moans of his name spilled out of her with every fast, shaky breath.“Sebastian… Sebastian, please… something’s—ah—something’s happening—”He sucked harder on the swollen bud. Her whole body started to shake harder. The pressure in her belly coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped.

Her mother and sister were sitting at the table. Her stepfather sat quietly reading a paper on the other side. And right at the head of the chairs, commanding the room, sat Sebastian. Viola’s chest tightened painfully. Her grip on the silver handle went rigid. She stared at him for one terrifying second before she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor. She forced her stiff legs to start walking. She moved slowly. She felt like it was taking her forever just to cross the room. I can do it. I can do it, she told herself. She walked over and poured coffee for Vanessa first. Then she moved to pour a cup for her mother and Rafael. She kept her head down the entire time. Finally, there was nowhere else to go. She had to step toward his side to serve him. She stood beside Sebastian, keeping her eyes glued to the white tablecloth. Just as she lifted the pot to pour the hot coffee, he reached his hand out to grab his phone resting near his cup. His skin lightly grazed hers—just a brief, ca