Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Before Isabella could say anything, her clothes were already torn to shreds by Emanuele.

Simultaneously, Emanuele passionately kissed Isabella’s lips, nibbling fiercely but without causing her pain, as if wanting to swallow her whole.

Forced to tilt her face up, Isabella allowed Emanuele to kiss her.

The shower water gushed down noisily as Isabella felt Emanuele’s intense love, their bodies tightly pressed together. The warmth emanating from Emanuele continuously transmitted to her, causing Isabella’s body to uncontrollably tremble.

Emanuele always effortlessly made her body sensitive.

At that moment, Isabella’s soft figure snugly against Emanuele’s rock-hard body, she felt the tension of his body, as impenetrable as a fortress.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Feeling Emanuele’s body change because of her, feeling Emanuele’s firm and hot presence between her legs, Isabella couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.

Emanuele kissed Isabella, kissed her body, and touched her intimate area.

Under Emanuele’s touch, Isabella felt herself becoming as soft as water.

If it weren’t for Emanuele holding her, she would almost have collapsed to the ground.

Emanuele’s actions were not gentle at all, rather urgent and a bit rough, but Isabella enjoyed Emanuele treating her this way.

They belonged to each other, and at that moment, there was no need for gentleness or restraint.

When Emanuele entered her body, Isabella felt electrified, trembling uncontrollably.

This feeling made Isabella think her body was becoming whole because of Emanuele.

Emanuele lifted Isabella up, her body leaning against the wall, with Emanuele’s figure in front of her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

Sensing Emanuele’s impact inside her, Isabella felt as if her soul was being jolted out by Emanuele.

After their bathroom antics, Emanuele carried Isabella back to the room and laid her on the bed, gazing upon her body.

For some reason, Emanuele paused upon seeing the scars on Isabella’s body.

“Does it hurt, Isabella?” Emanuele felt deeply troubled.

Looking at the scars on Isabella’s body, Emanuele almost wished all those scars were on him instead.

He wished he could take away Isabella’s pain.

The scars on his body outnumbered and were more severe than Isabella’s; they coiled around his body like centipedes.

But for Emanuele, those scars were his badges of honor.

Isabella, however, was different. She was young, beautiful, and fragile, dragged into the world of the mafia by him, now left with a broken body.

Emanuele felt immense heartache.

Seeing Emanuele staring at her scars, Isabella shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Her body had healed long ago.

Seeing Emanuele’s guilt, Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him: “Emanuele, don’t be sad, because your pain doesn’t hurt me. And see, these scars on my body are symbols of my love for you, it’s okay. Hurry, Emanuele, take me roughly, I need you.”

Isabella gasped, her hand caressing Emanuele’s muscles, diverting his attention.

Seeing Emanuele sad made her sad too, but she never regretted being with him.

She loved Emanuele, even if one day she were killed by enemies, she wouldn’t regret being with him.

Seeing Isabella’s provocative look, Emanuele’s body ignited once again.

Emanuele shifted positions, making Isabella reach climax one after another.

By the end, Isabella’s voice was hoarse, unable to shout, her body exhausted, feeling too weak even to raise her hand.

Emanuele finally stopped tormenting Isabella.

Isabella had fallen into a drowsy state, and Emanuele hugged her, feeling the soft warmth of Isabella’s body, his face displaying contentment.

But upon seeing the scars on Isabella’s body, he still felt pain.

He felt guilty for not only what happened but also for depriving Isabella of the chance to be a mother.

He remembered how Isabella wanted to be a mother back then. She even got pregnant, but to avoid him finding out, she kept it a secret, risking everything.

Yet, Isabella lost her child.

Seeing Isabella’s extreme pain at the time made him ache.

Even though Isabella seemed indifferent toward having a child later on, Emanuele knew she still longed for one deep down. She feared for the danger that came with pregnancy.

Emanuele decided when he resolved all the crises in Chicago, he would have a child with Isabella.

But God was cruel; Isabella lost her chance to be a mother.

Emanuele knew it was his fault for not protecting Isabella properly, leading her to such agony.

He thought himself powerful, but now realized he couldn’t protect his woman. In a sense, he was useless despite being the head of the Chicago Mafia.

Emanuele was drowning in self-blame, perceived as glamorous by others, yet truly powerless.

He hadn’t safeguarded his family, let alone Isabella.

He understood that as a Mafia leader, he would never know peace; he was ready to fight to the death.

However, seeing the scars on Isabella’s body, Emanuele couldn’t help but feel sorry.

Though the scars were shallow and faint, barely noticeable unless observed closely, because he was so intimate with Isabella, knew her body so well, noting her moles and birthmarks, he remembered all those barely visible scars.

Emanuele gingerly caressed Isabella’s skin and made a decision.

The next day, Emanuele didn’t rush to work. Instead, he had breakfast with Isabella and said, “Isabella, do you want to get rid of those scars on your body with laser treatment? I’ve arranged an appointment with a doctor for you.”

Knowing that girls cared about appearances, Isabella was surprised by Emanuele’s thoughtfulness.

Isabella hesitated before replying, “I don’t think it’s necessary. The scars are only visible to us; others can’t see them.”

“Do you mind? Isabella,” Emanuele asked, his brows furrowed, a bit concerned.

“Do you mind?” Isabella retorted, questioning Emanuele.