All Chapters of My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Without another word, Luca rises, keeping me securely against him as he carries me out of the living room.I twist in his arms."Put me down. I can walk."He doesn't even slow as he carries me into the dining room.The long table is already set with covered dishes. Luca drops into the head chair and settles me firmly across his lap, one strong arm locking around my waist before I can move."Luca—""Stay." The single word is quiet but absolute. I try again, pushing lightly against his chest."This is unnecessary. Let me sit in my own chair."Luca's arm tightens around my waist as he denies me."No."I stare at him."You can't be serious."His eyes hold mine, calm and unyielding."I am.""Why? Why must I sit on you?" My heart pounds harder as I demand in frustration. Luca's jaw shifts."Because I said so."The answer is so simple, so shamelessly certain, that I don't know whether to argue or stare.I sit still like I am trapped. Every small shift of my hips reminds me how sore I still a

I stay exactly where Luca left me.My knees pulled tightly against my chest, arms wrapped around them, face buried in the soft fabric of my skirt.The bathroom door opens, but I don’t look up. I hear the soft sound of his footsteps crossing the room and stopping at the foot of the bed.Silence stretches."Wasn’t I clear enough?" Luca's voice is low and controlled, but the warning beneath it makes my stomach twist.God.Where does this man get all this confidence?I know I caused Simona's death, but… I force the thought away before it can settle. Slowly, I lift my head.Maybe I deserve all of this. Maybe I deserve worse.For Alessia, who lost her little sister. For her mother, who lost her daughter and died from heartbreak.It was my fault. And somehow, I know this is only the beginning.Luca stands at the foot of the bed, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands slightly damp as if he washed and dried them with deliberate care.He looks at me, his expression unreadable, but the intensity i

"Boss. Your brother is here. He’s entering the mansion." The words crack through the room like a gunshot.For one frozen second, neither of us moves.Luca’s mouth is still against me, his breath hot on my oversensitive flesh.My entire body is still trembling from the orgasm he just forced out of me. The taste of my pleasure and shame is still thick in the air.Then reality crashes in.Marco.My husband.Is here. Marco is here.Luca lifts his head slowly. His lips are glistening, his chin wet. Those gray eyes, still dark with lust, sharpen into something colder and far more dangerous as they fix on my face.He doesn’t look panicked. He looks calculating.I, on the other hand, am pure panic."Luca—" My voice comes out cracked and terrified. I scramble backward on the bed, thighs pressing together, trying to cover myself with shaking hands. "He’s here. Marco is here. You have to—""Quiet."The word is low and absolute.Luca stands, completely composed despite the obvious strain still vi

"Boss…"The items in Reina’s hands drop and scatter across the floor.I look toward the bathroom door.Luca stands there, water dripping down his body. A dark towel is wrapped low around his waist, barely clinging to his hips.My eyes catch the trail of hair that runs down below the hard ridges of his abs, following the sharp V-line until it disappears beneath the towel. Heat rushes to my face.I look away the second his gaze lands on me."Repeat what you said."His voice is quiet, but the air in the room changes instantly. The aura radiating off him is thick, lethal, and barely controlled.Reina’s eyes drop to the floor as he walks toward us with slow, predatory steps that scare even me.He reaches me first.I look up at his face, just as his hand closes around my arm and pulls me up from the sofa, drawing me firmly against his wet chest.One arm locks around my waist, holding me close while he stares down into my face, water still sliding down his face from his hair, dripping down o

After Marco’s thank-you, a brief silence settles between the three of us before Luca speaks. "No, it’s all her. She’s tougher than she looks." His voice is calm, almost mild, but every word feels carefully chosen. "I tested her limits. She can withstand a storm." Marco probably hears praise. I hear exactly what Luca did to me. He tested my limits? This devil! This absolute maniac! More like he pushed me far beyond my limits until I passed out. A slow chill moves down my spine as I step back from Marco’s embrace, putting a small, careful distance between us. I smooth the front of my dress with slightly trembling hands and lift my gaze first to Marco, then briefly to Luca. What I see in Luca’s eyes makes my stomach tighten. Still, when I speak, my voice comes out steadier than I feel, so steady it almost surprises me. My body already knows I need to end this before Luca can say anything else. "Have you eaten?" I ask Marco. "Come, let me prepare something for you. Or would you r