Semua Bab My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The air in the room turns sharp and dangerous. So thick you can choke on. Marco’s voice, when it comes, is calm and deadly."Luca. What the fuck do you want, barging into my room like this? Get out."Silence.Slowly, against every instinct screaming at me to keep my head down, I look up.Luca stands in the doorway, one shoulder resting against the frame as though he owns the room.The moment I look up, his gaze moves from Marco, then settles on me with deliberate weight.They take in my flushed face and disheveled appearance and my torn dress.The unmistakable evidence of what would have happened if he hadn't barged in is clear.Then his lips curve, not into a smile, but into something colder. And somehow, that smirk terrifies me more than if he had walked in carrying a gun."Relax, brother." His voice is almost casual. Yet every syllable drips with menace. He pushes off the doorframe and steps inside, closing the distance with unhurried, predatory steps. "At least you’re still fully

Something about the masked man feels familiar. Too familiar. Before I can figure out why, Alessia grabs my hand."Your turn.""What?"She and her friends pull me up from the chair."You heard me; you're going up there."A cold sense of dread settles in my stomach. No. I don't want a stranger touching me.I don't want this. I don't want any of this."No. Absolutely not," I exclaim, and everyone laughs. Then the girls push me toward the masked man. "No, please… Marco won’t be happy with this. What if someone records this and uses…""No phones are allowed in here, girl," one of Alessia’s friends, Ximena, says. "Quit making excuses."My heart pounds as I take an unwilling step forward, stopping in front of the stage. The masked man reaches a hand, and I reluctantly take it."Ahhh!" I scream in panic when he yanks me up the stage like I weigh nothing, his other hand coming around my waist.The instant his hands touch me, every nerve in my body comes alive.This scent. This strength.My blo

"Hold me, Bianca." Luca's command is quiet, but it leaves no room for refusal. Slowly, and almost against my will, I lift my hands and circle them around his neck, my fingers brushing the warm skin at his nape. I tilt my head up and look at him. His gaze drops to mine, dark and unreadable. For a moment, neither of us moves. Then he leans closer, his lips near my ear, his voice low and cold. "Go on. Don't keep them waiting. Unless you plan to kill the fun." With that, his hands on my hips start guiding me into a slow, deliberate roll against him. The friction is deliberate, controlled, and devastating. Every small movement forces me to feel exactly how hard he is, how completely he is affected by having me in his lap. His thick length presses firmly against my most sensitive place with every controlled grind, the thin layers of fabric doing almost nothing to dull the sensation. At first I only move because he makes me. Then… something shifts. My body, traitorously, b

Marco goes completely still when Bianca's eyes roll back and her body goes limp. "Bianca?" His heart pounds as he gently lowers her back onto the bed. "Bianca. Open your eyes." But nothing. The doctor steps forward quickly. "Give her some space." Both brothers move back without a word, giving the man space to check her vitals. But Marco's eyes remain fixed on Bianca. He thinks of the moment she woke up. The way her eyes had found Luca the moment he stepped behind him. The way the color had drained from her face. The change on her face had been clear, instinctive. Pure horror. She looked at Luca like he was not family but something far more dangerous. Marco turns slowly, frowning, and looks at his brother. Luca is standing a few feet behind him. Watching. Calm as ever. Marco's eyes narrow. Why did Bianca look at his brother like that? Like he was her doom? Like Luca wasn't a person she only feared, but a nightmare she had been trying to escape. The doctor finishes checking

"Then let her." Francesca gasps in utter shock. Marco wants Bianca to destroy her family she built? Then that will be over her dead body! For days, Francesca Falcone had watched from the shadows. She had noticed every subtle, charged shift in the room whenever Luca and Bianca were near each other. The stiff posture. The stolen glances. The strange tension that seems to follow them wherever they go. In her mind, there is only one explanation. Bianca Rossi is a dangerous temptress, a black widow slowly weaving her web around both of her sons. Now, with the wedding only hours away, Francesca can no longer stay silent. She grabs Marco's arm. "She's poison, Marco," she warns, her voice tight with anger. "Look at her. She's already got her claws into this family. She'll tear us apart from the inside. Call this wedding off. Camilla can replace—" "Enough, Mother." Marco tears his arm from her grip. His expression remains cold and controlled as he calmly fastens his cufflinks.