Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele’s kiss came as fierce as a storm, prying open Isabella’s teeth, his tongue delving into her mouth, teasing her own as they danced together. Isabella found Emanuele’s kissing skills incredibly superior, although she was accustomed to it, she could only respond somewhat awkwardly. However, her awkwardness seemed to fuel Emanuele’s desire even more.

“It’s this damn awkwardness that’s so damn attractive,” Emanuele thought, as he held Isabella and threw her onto the bed. Landing on the soft, large bed, Isabella felt herself sinking into it, and soon after, Emanuele’s tall figure covered her. Blocking out the light, it cast a shadow over her, a powerful sense of oppression enveloping her.

Emanuele cupped Isabella’s face, kissing her lips. As Isabella struggled to catch her breath from Emanuele’s intense kisses, he finally released her lips, but his kisses continued to trail down from her chin, to her neck, and then to her chest. Under Emanuele’s kisses, Isabella couldn’t help but moan.

Emanuele’s tenderness ignited her body’s desires. She felt as though insects were crawling over her, an itch that begged for relief, making her squirm uncomfortably. Seeing Isabella’s body turn a faint pink from passion, Emanuele smiled. “Isabella, you’re truly sexy,” he said with a husky voice, brimming with desire.

Isabella gazed at Emanuele, her eyes glistening like stars in the lamplight. Soon, Emanuele parted her legs, and with a smile, he lowered his head. Oh God! Isabella’s body arched uncontrollably, her hands clutching the bedsheets beneath her. It had been so long since she had experienced such a stimulating sensation, ever since Emanuele’s injury.

Every time Emanuele wanted to touch her, she had resisted, fearing that his injuries might worsen after their lovemaking. Now, she had endured for a long time, knowing that Emanuele had also patiently waited. Emanuele’s kisses, his suckling, took command of Isabella’s sensitive areas, causing her body to tremble with excitement. His eyes gleamed with excitement, like a wolf that had locked onto its prey, eager to devour it.

“Emanuele, Emanuele…” Isabella gasped, calling out his name. She felt as though her desires had lifted her into the air, like a small boat drifting in the sea.

Finally, Emanuele brought her to climax. Her body shuddered and convulsed, and Isabella screamed with excitement, then panted heavily.

Emanuele then removed his own clothes, revealing his strong physique. During this time, the scars on Emanuele’s body had faded, new flesh had grown, pink in color, distinct from the rest of his skin. Despite the improvement, it still pained Isabella to see. His knee injury also left an ugly, conspicuous scar.

As Isabella looked at him, tears inexplicably fell from her eyes. “Why are you crying?” Emanuele frowned, hoping that her tears were caused by their lovemaking, not from sadness.

Isabella’s tears fell, and she reached out to touch Emanuele’s body. “Emanuele, does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s all healed, hasn’t it?”

“Sometimes, I really wish you weren’t part of the mafia, then you wouldn’t have to endure this pain.”

If he were an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, perhaps materially less abundant, but at least he could live a peaceful and happy life. Isabella knew that the scars on Emanuele’s body would eventually fade, becoming shallow marks like the rest of his skin. But, so many scars still saddened her, especially when he could have avoided them.

“Isabella, don’t cry for me. I didn’t feel the pain before, but your tears make it ache now,” Emanuele kissed Isabella’s cheek, wiping away her tears. Her bitter tears made his heart ache as well.

These scars on his body were his badges of honor. He felt proud to be able to sacrifice everything for his family’s happiness. However, Isabella’s tears made him feel genuinely upset. Thinking this, Emanuele reached out and turned off the light, leaving the room dimly lit by moonlight shining in from the window. Although the room was dark, their silhouettes were still visible.

In the dim light, Emanuele appeared even more robust. Isabella ceased crying; she didn’t want Emanuele to be sad. Without waiting for Emanuele to speak, she knelt before him, following his lead, and endeavored to serve him. Controlling Emanuele’s sensitive areas, she made him groan and instinctively grasp herhead. Emanuele felt as though his life was in Isabella’s hands. Having endured for so long, he hadn’t felt this content in a very long time.

He closed his eyes, savoring every moment, and then found release. Isabella’s mouth was sore, but her excitement overwhelmed any discomfort.

Emanuele then embraced Isabella, and in a swift motion, he entered her body, and their desires ignited. The two clung closely to each other; at that moment, they were so intimate, their souls seemed to merge into one.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Soon, Emanuele shifted positions, lifting Isabella. Her legs wrapped around Emanuele’s waist, and the sudden loss of control made her hold onto Emanuele’s neck tightly, fearing she might fall. Despite being lost in desire, she was startled by Emanuele’s actions.

“Emanuele, your leg’s injury,” she worried.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing serious. Isabella, focus, don’t be distracted,” Emanuele seemed unaffected, holding Isabella and leading her off the bed, walking to the edge of the window.

His knees bore the weight of both of them, causing some discomfort, but within Emanuele’s tolerance. He wasn’t that fragile. He opened the window, allowing the outside light to shine in on them.

Isabella felt a sudden panic, knowing that no one outside could see them, but she was still afraid. Emanuele, however, paid no attention, continuing to passionately engage with Isabella.

This mix of anxiety and Emanuele’s passion quickly propelled Isabella to another heavenly high. She could barely hold onto Emanuele; soon, her consciousness began to blur.

Emanuele leaned in close to her ear, whispering softly, but she could no longer hear him. She only felt that Emanuele’s energy was far too intense, especially for someone who had just recovered from an injury.