All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

He reached for a dark bottle of body wash on the ledge, lathering the gel between his large palms. The rich scent of cedarwood and sandalwood filled the steam, wrapping around her senses.Sebastian brought his hands to her neck, smoothing the rich lather over her skin. Slowly, his hands slid over her collarbone, dragging down across her breasts. His calloused palms rubbed gentle, firm circles over the soft flesh.Viola’s breath hitched sharply. Her toes curled against the submerged stone floor, her whole body tightening as a familiar, heavy heat surged low in her belly.Behind her, she felt the unmistakable, rigid pressure of his cock thickening against the small of her back.Her cheeks flared hot. Even after hours of relentless sex, he was already hard for her again.Sebastian didn't stop. His hands slid down over her ribs, smoothing over her flat stomach. When his fingers drifted lower, moving toward her thighs, Viola’s hand shot out and caught his wrist.She turned her head to look

Sebastian was sitting on the large leather sofa near the coffee table, a cup of black coffee in hand. A lavish breakfast spread had already been set out on the low table before him.Viola walked over, her steps a little easier now that the ointment had eased the sharp ache."Come here, Dulzura," Sebastian called softly.She walked over to the sofa. Before she could take the empty cushion beside him, Sebastian caught her hip and lifted her effortlessly onto his lap.Viola froze, sitting across his thighs with her hands resting against his chest.Why is he acting like this?The question spun endlessly in her mind. Where was the cold, sarcastic monster who ruled through fear? Why was he holding her, bathing her, pampering her, and treating her like someone precious?A quiet, hollow ache tightened in her chest.He isn't your boyfriend, Viola, she told herself firmly, crushing the dangerous spark of hope before it could bloom. He is a mafia boss. You made a deal with him. This is just prot

They stepped out into the quiet corridor."This entire floor is Sebastian's private space," Rosa explained as they walked. "No one comes up here. Not even the guards. That is his personal study over there."Viola walked beside her, her gaze drifting over the dark wood paneling until it caught on a heavy door at the end of the hall. Unlike the others, this one was framed in dark, rough iron, fitted with a heavy lock.Viola paused. "What is behind that door?"Rosa stopped.She looked at the door, then turned to Viola. The lightness in her face vanished, replaced by a quiet, serious expression."Don't go there, child," Rosa said simply.Viola blinked, her brow furrowing. "Why? Is it something..."“It is Sebastian’s private space.” Rosa kept her voice quiet, but there was something serious beneath it now. “That is all you need to know.”Viola’s eyes went back to the door.It did not look like a stu

Across the city, Sebastian walked down the third-floor corridor of the Hierro estate.Three armed guards stationed outside the reinforced door were visibly sweating, their hands trembling against their weapons. The moment they saw their boss approaching, they snapped straight to attention, dread written across their pale faces."Jefe," one of them stammered, his voice cracking. "He... He had another episode. We tried to—"Sebastian didn't wait for him to finish. He pushed the heavy wooden door open with his boot and stepped inside.The scene made him halt.Across the room, a young maid pinned violently against the wall. The boy was breathing in ragged, animalistic gasps, his long dark hair falling over his scarred, bare shoulders. In his right hand, he clutched a long silver blade, the sharp tip pressed against the woman's throat. A thin line of crimson was already trickling down her pale cheek, staining her white uniform collar. The maid

The black SUV cut through the late-afternoon traffic, gliding down the wide, tree-lined boulevards of Madrid’s luxury district.Outside the tinted glass, modern storefronts and designer labels blurred together. Viola sat upright in the leather passenger seat, her hands folded in her lap over the layered folds of the lavender dress. She looked out at the street, her fingers smoothing the sheer tulle ribbons tied at her wrists.The car slowed to a halt along a quiet curb in front of an exclusive boutique. The exterior was sleek and modern—tall glass panels framed in black marble, draped from within by heavy charcoal curtains that kept the street from looking inside.Sebastian stepped out first. The cool city air rushed in through the open door, carrying the scent of asphalt, rain, and autumn leaves. He held out his hand. Viola placed her fingers in his palm, letting him steady her as she stepped down onto the sidewalk.Walking through the heavy glas