Todos os capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The faint, cooling scent of mint still lingered on Viola’s skin as she walked down the long corridor of the estate.For the first time in three days, the sharp, biting pain across her backside had settled into a distant memory. The medicinal cream he sent her worked absolute wonders. She could finally walk without a stiff limp and sit without wincing.She hadn't seen Sebastian at all today. He was not present at the long dining table for breakfast, and she hadn't caught even a passing glimpse of his tall frame in the hallways. A part of her felt relieved, but another, much quieter part of her chest felt a strange, restless knot of anticipation.She turned the corner, pushing the heavy wooden door to her room open.Viola stopped dead in her tracks. Her room was an absolute mess. Her few meager belongings were scattered everywhere, and three maids were inside, hurriedly packing her things and going through her personal items.Viola blinked, her confusion quickly morphing into a cold spi

Viola kept her head down, folding a scarf neatly. She knew the owner of this luxurious boutique chain was one of Vanessa’s best friends. However, Viola had never actually met her. Vanessa’s social circle consisted entirely of high-society, incredibly wealthy elites who never bothered to acknowledge a girl like Viola. She made a mental note to stay completely out of the way when this 'Madam' finally arrived. ----- By the time her shift finally ended, it was already dark outside. Viola stepped out of the boutique, pulling her worn sweater tightly around her shoulders to block the evening chill. The streetlights flickered overhead. She glanced at the clock in the window of a nearby cafe. It was past seven. She was definitely going to be late for the bus. She started walking quickly down the quiet sidewalk, keeping her head down. The low, powerful purr of an engine approached from behind. A sleek, black SUV pulled up smoothly alongside the curb, matching her fast pace before roll

All the blood in Viola’s body rushed directly to her face. Her cheeks burned with a sudden heat as she realized he was talking about her ass. The phantom sting of his heavy hand flashed vividly in her memory. “It… it is okay,” she replied in a small, shaky whisper. She dropped her gaze to the buttons of his dark shirt, unable to maintain eye contact. “Thank you for the gel.” Sebastian let out a low, quiet hum of approval. His thumb slowly stroked the curve of her waist. “You took your punishment like a good girl.” The words hit her harder than they should have. A dark, shameful thrill raced straight down her spine and settled low in her core. Good girl. She felt it sink into her like a brand—rough, possessive, and far too sweet. She loved it. God, she loved the way those two words left his mouth, like she belonged to him, like she had pleased him. Her pulse stuttered. Her fingers twitched against her thighs. She bit the inside of her cheek hard, desperate to hide how deeply the dark

A heavy silence settled around them again, thick with unspoken tension. Viola bit the inside of her cheek, her heart beating so fast it echoed in her ears. She was terrified to ruin this fragile moment, but a heavy question had been gnawing at her every single time she was alone over the past few days. Feeling the cold weight of the diamond against her chest, she gathered every ounce of courage she possessed and looked directly into his amber eyes.“I need to tell you something.”Sebastian just looked at her, his expression unreadable as he waited. “What is it?” he murmured.“A few days ago,” she started, her voice dropping to a nervous whisper, “Sir told me he would drop me to work. I could not deny it, so I went with him. He gave me a ride.” She paused, watching his face very carefully for any shift in his demeanor. “He told me Giovanni was found. And that he is in a coma.”She swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she pushed the rest of the words out. “He also told me the engagement

Before she could pull away, he gave a soft, deliberate suck on her skin.Her heart started beating so fast it echoed in her ears. Her face instantly flared up, burning a deep, furious red. A sharp gasp tumbled from her lips as a jolt of pure heat shot straight down to her stomach, pooling hot and low between her legs. In that exact second, every agonizing thought of Giovanni and her trauma vanished, entirely erased by the sensation of his lips on her fingers.She pulled her hand back quickly, her skin burning. Is he doing it on purpose? she thought wildly. Her hand shook as she picked up a slice of apple. Again, as she fed it to him, his lips slid slowly over her trembling fingers, sending a treacherous warmth pooling low in her belly, making her thighs press together under the table.By the time she finally picked up the silver knife and fork to cut the steak, her palms were sweating.She sawed off a small piece of meat. She lifted the fork. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, his eye