Todos os capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

"Now," he whispered into the quiet space. "Let me show you what happens when you try to run from me."Before Viola could even process the dark threat hanging in the air, his large hands clamped down on her hips. The grip was hard and completely unyielding. The room violently tilted as he hauled her forward. In one fluid, effortless motion, she was flipped over.The blood rushed straight to her head. She blinked against the sudden dizziness, her vision spinning. It took a terrifying second for the reality of her position to sink in. Her stomach and chest were pressed flat against the solid muscle of his thighs. Her legs dangled on one side, her upper body on the other, leaving her ass completely exposed to the open air.Panic spiked hot and fast in her veins."Wait—" she choked out. She planted her hands flat on the thick carpet, pushing up in a desperate instinct to scramble away.A heavy arm dropped across her lower back, pinning her down. The sheer weight of it crushed the fight rig

"I asked you a question, Dulzura," he warned darkly.She gasped, shaking her head frantically against his leg. "N-No, Master.""Good girl," he murmured.Smack."S-Seven!" she gasped, the sudden return of the sting making her jerk hard.Smack."Eight."There was no more soothing. The counting grew hoarser, her voice breaking with every number. The fire on her ass was intense, a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed with the erratic beat of her heart. She was a wet, teary mess against her arms. The burning sensation radiating through her veins blurred the clear line between pain and something much darker.Smack."Fourteen," she choked out.Smack."Fifteen," she sobbed. Her shoulders collapsed as she let out a ragged, exhausted exhale.She lay perfectly still across his thighs, trying to catch her breath. Her ass was burning with a fierce, radiating heat, both cheeks glowing and sore.Then, a sudden, shocking sensation touched her skin.Something soft and gentle pressed directly against the s

The door clicked open. A maid hurried inside, keeping her eyes rigidly glued to the floor. She marched to the glass table, deposited a large silver tray, and backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her without a single upward glance. Once the click of the latch sounded, Viola slowly peeked out from his chest, her cheeks burning anew. Sebastian reached over and removed the silver lid from the tray. The rich, mouth-watering aroma of perfectly roasted chicken, seasoned vegetables, and a small chocolate dessert filled the air. Viola’s empty stomach gave a violent, demanding rumble. Her mouth watered instantly. Instead of telling her to get up and eat, Sebastian picked up the silver fork. He pierced a tender piece of chicken, brought it to his own lips to test the heat, and then held it directly in front of her mouth. She blinked at him. He didn't say a word. He just waited, his amber eyes locked on her mouth, expecting her to open it. Slowly, she parted her lips and took the

Viola stilled. She held her breath, her eyes darting toward the wooden frame. The maids dropped off her dinner an hour ago. No one ever visited her room at night.The knock came again, firm and deliberate.Wrapping the blanket tightly around her shoulders, she forced herself off the bed. She padded silently across the cold floor, unlocked the door, and opened it just enough to peek through the narrow crack.She froze.Mateo stood in the dim hallway. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, his expression as unreadable and blank as solid stone.Viola just stared at him, her mind completely blanking. What is he doing here? she thought.Mateo offered a small, polite bow of his head. "Miss Viola."He raised his hand, holding a small, pristine black box out toward the crack in the door."Jefe has sent this for you." Viola looked at the black box, then back up to Mateo’s blank face. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She realized she was staring, completely dumbfounded by the interactio

His jaw clenched tight. He fully intended to stop at five strikes, just enough to leave a stinging reminder that she could not hide from him. But the way her breath hitched, the way her body reacted to his touch—it completely unraveled his control. He admitted that he was being cruel. He was pushing her. But the expressions she made when she was pushed were completely intoxicating. She was so incredibly adorable when she was flustered, fighting against her own desires, trying desperately to hold onto her naive innocence. When he pinned her across his lap, feeling the slick, hot proof of her arousal seeping through the fabric of his trousers, it took every ounce of his legendary restraint not to lay her out on the bed and fuck her completely senseless. He wanted to consume her right then and there. But he stopped himself. Not yet, he thought, turning his face into the heavy spray of the water. It is not time yet. She was just starting to crack. He wanted her to completely surrende