All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Viola stared at him, her cheeks warming at his tone. "No," Viola said firmly.Sebastian’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. "What did you say?"Viola held her ground. She looked him right in the eyes, her chin lifting slightly. "No. I will not wear it, Sebastian."Sebastian raised an eyebrow.He took a slow, measured step toward her, closing the space between them until his tall shadow completely blocked the light above her.He leaned down, his lips brushing the curve of her ear, his deep voice dropping into a low, smooth murmur that sent a shiver straight down her spine."Do you want me to undress you right here in front of everyone and put it on you myself, Dulzura? Because trust me... I can gladly do that."Viola’s eyes widened in horror. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She looked at his face, searching for a trace of a bluff, but his amber eyes were dead calm and serious. She realized he wasn't bluffing.

The sudden emptiness felt like a physical shock. Viola stumbled against his chest, her breath catching on a frustrated, broken gasp. She looked at his reflection in the mirror, her violet eyes wide with disbelief and raw, unfulfilled frustration.Sebastian met her gaze in the glass, his expression unbothered and cool.Before she could speak, his hand released her neck. He lifted his right hand—wet, glistening, and coated in her slickness—and brought his fingers directly to her lips."Suck," he commanded quietly.Viola looked at him through the mirror. Her cheeks burned with humiliating heat, but she closed her lips around his fingers, tasting her own slickness."Good girl," Sebastian murmured, watching her throat move as she sucked his fingers clean. He slowly slid his hand free, wiping the corner of her swollen mouth with his thumb. "This is your punishment. You don't get to come while you're hiding my marks."He stepped back, g

Viola stayed frozen against the mahogany door, the air refusing to enter her lungs.Sebastian held her gaze for two long, quiet seconds. Slowly, his large hand fell from her jaw, his fingers trailing off her skin before he took two steps back. He didn't say another word. He turned on his heel and walked toward the center of the bedroom, his heavy boots silent on the dark rug.Viola’s hands stayed flat against the wood behind her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her feet felt nailed to the floorboards. She watched his broad back as he walked toward the seating area near the glass.With slow, practiced ease, his fingers went to the top button of his black shirt. He worked it free, then the next, and the next, until the dark fabric parted down his chest. He peeled the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it carelessly onto the leather armchair.The dim light caught the corded muscle of his back, the dark ink of the serpent curling along his ribs, and the bold Spanish script carved

A dark, heavy heat flared in his amber eyes. "I know," Sebastian whispered, his thumb lightly grazing her temple. "I'll guide you."A quiet, reckless courage flickered beneath the panic in Viola's chest. Part of her wanted to shrink into the floorboards and hide from the sheer embarrassment of it. But another part—a deeper, hungrier part she didn't want to admit existed—wanted to see what happened when his ruthless composure cracked. She wanted to know if she had the power to make him lose control.With firmer pressure, she pulled the leather through the loops, popped the heavy buckle open, and worked the button of his trousers free."Go on," Sebastian encouraged, raising a brow.She eased the zipper down with trembling care. Her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his dark boxer briefs, gently pushing the fabric down over his hips until he was fully released before her eyes.Viola’s breath caught hard in her throat.Even having seen him the night before, the sight of him this clos

The last wall of her pride broke completely. Tears of sheer, overwhelming need pricked her lashes as she looked up into his unyielding face."Yes, fuck me, Sebastian," Viola sobbed out, her small hands clutching his shoulders. "Fuck me, please."That single plea shattered whatever control he had left.With one violent, effortless twist of his hands, he caught the delicate lavender tulle of her dress and ripped it straight down the center.Viola gasped, her fingers brushing the torn fabric. "Sebastian, no—I liked that dress—""I'll buy you a hundred more," he growled against her mouth, cutting off her protest with a fierce kiss.He tossed the ruined dress to the floor. His mouth latched onto the soft swell of her breast, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive nipple until she cried out, writhing on the sheets. He bit down just hard enough to leave another mark, then soothed it with his tongue.Then he parted her thighs with his knees. One large hand slid between them, two finger