Todos los capítulos de MY MAFIA STEPBROTHER'S DIRTY OBSESSION: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Rielle’s POVMy stepbrother had his hand around my throat the first time he called me a whore to my face.Not hard enough to bruise. Just hard enough that I felt the exact shape of every finger, the heat of his palm, the controlled strength that could have crushed my windpipe if he wanted to. His eyes dropped to my bare thighs, then climbed slowly back to my face with open, deliberate disgust. “Like mother, like daughter,” he said, voice low and cold. “I can smell it on you.”My mother had spent twenty years selling her body so we could survive. Now she wore a diamond the size of a grape and slept in a bed bigger than our old apartment, and her daughter still carried the shame. I should have shoved him off. I should have screamed. Instead I stood there with his hand on my throat and my pulse hammering against his thumb, and the worst part—the part that made my stomach twist with something that wasn’t fear—was how wet I already was. I could feel the dampness starting between my le

Rielle’s POVI found my voice somehow. It came out cracked and shaking. “You’re a monster.”He laughed under his breath. Soft. Mean.“I’m your worst fucking nightmare, baby. And you still can’t look away.”His hips snapped forward harder. The wet sounds turned messy. My mother’s gagging got louder. He held her tight against him, cock buried deep, and I watched his stomach tighten. Watched the way his jaw clenched. Watched the exact second he came.He groaned low and rough and emptied himself down her throat. Thick. Steady. He didn’t pull back. He kept her there, forcing her to take every pulse of it, eyes still locked on mine the whole time like he wanted me to see it. Like he wanted me to know exactly what he was giving her—and how little she meant while he did it.Only when he was finished did he ease out. A thick string of spit and cum connected the head of his cock to her lips for a second before it broke. My mother coughed hard, gasping, chin shiny and wet. He finally let go of h

Riella’s POVI got back to the mansion and went straight to my room. I shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, staring at the floor. The funeral dirt was still on my shoes. The smell of roses and wet earth still clung to my dress. I pulled the old bag from under the bed and set it on the covers.Tomorrow. First thing.I would take what little I had and go. There was nothing for me in this house. No mother. No safety. Only Lorenzo and the way he looked at me like I was something he already owned.Hours later, when the mansion had gone quiet, I couldn’t sit still anymore. I found one of the maids in the hall. She looked at me with a scowl, like I had no right to ask her anything.“Where is Lorenzo?”“Don Lorenzo is in his bedroom,” she said, voice flat. Then she walked off without waiting to see if I needed anything else.Even the maids looked down on me.I walked to his door and knocked.“Come in.”His voice was rough. Tired. Mean.I pushed the door open and step