Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele didn’t stop, but instead intensified the motion of his hands. He picked Isabella up horizontally and headed towards the bedroom.

This frightened Isabella, and she clung tightly to Emanuele’s neck. She feared that if Emanuele were to lose his grip and she fell, the child might not survive.

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Emanuele, held tightly by Isabella, couldn’t help but smile smugly.

“See, Isabella is a woman of contradicting words and actions. While she stops me with her mouth, look at her initiative in her actions.”

Emanuele felt as if his heart was filled with honey, sweet and satisfying. He carried Isabella into the room, intending to throw her onto the bed as before, but Isabella stopped him.

“Emanuele, don’t throw me onto the bed. I don’t like being treated roughly right now.”

Emanuele looked at Isabella as if he were meeting her for the first time.

“Do you like gentleness now?” he asked.

Isabella nodded. “I have never seen your gentle side. I’d like to see.”

Since there was no escaping, Emanuele decided to be as gentle as possible. He had heard that it was still possible to be intimate during pregnancy, with the condition that the actions couldn’t be too intense.

Emanuele’s lips curled into a smile. This time, he chose not to throw Isabella onto the bed. Instead, he gently placed her on it, then leaned over and planted a feather-light kiss on her forehead. “Alright, since Isabella likes gentleness, I will try to be gentle.”

In truth, he had been impatient for a long time. His irritable nature had been building up, and he couldn’t contain it any longer.

He preferred a rough approach, something Isabella had clearly enjoyed before. However, things had changed now.

But that was okay, Emanuele thought. Since Isabella liked it this way, he would treat her accordingly.

Isabella lay on the bed, feeling nervous. She also longed for Emanuele to be with her. Not having been intimate with Emanuele for some time had heightened her desire to the extreme.

She wanted him to be wild with her, to become one completely. However, with the child in mind, she couldn’t allow Emanuele to be so rough. She was afraid the child wouldn’t be able to bear it.

She didn’t dare tell Emanuele about this.

At that moment, Emanuele exposed her body. He indeed did what Isabella had wanted him to do. His actions became very gentle, caressing and kissing her.

Whether kissing or touching, his movements were gentle. While kissing her, Emanuele asked, “How is it? Are you comfortable?”

His voice carried a husky tone, making him incredibly sexy.

“I like it, Emanuele. I never knew you could be so gentle,” Isabella said as she squirmed. The man’s body was solid all over.

Her hand rested on his back, feeling the hard and muscular skin. These were the results of Emanuele’s relentless daily workouts.

Isabella thought, what were those bodybuilders on television? Emanuele was the real bodybuilder.

“I’ve also never been this gentle, but for you, Isabella, I will be patient.”

Emanuele undressed, revealing his muscular physique. He propped himself up on either side of her with his arms, his biceps looking particularly strong, and his chest muscles prominent, with sparse hairs, appearing incredibly sexy.

Below that were his firm abdominal muscles. Isabella’s gaze trailed down and then quickly averted.

Dear God, Emanuele’s size always surprised her.

Emanuele continued to kiss Isabella’s body, moving to her most sensitive area. He gently blew on that spot, causing Isabella’s body to tremble uncontrollably.

Her reaction made Emanuele chuckle softly. He lowered his head, indulging in her sensitivity.

Isabella whimpered, gripping the nearby sheets, writhing and parting her thighs to allow Emanuele deeper access.

At that moment, Isabella felt her body grow increasingly hot, her desire reaching its peak. She clutched Emanuele’s hair tightly. However, soon, Emanuele released her.

Isabella watched Emanuele with tearful, beseeching eyes. She looked pitiful, pleading with Emanuele.

Emanuele stood at her entrance, smiling at Isabella. Then, he entered her body, but not as roughly as before. Instead, he used a slow pace after entering her.

Oh God! Isabella watched Emanuele’s gentle movements, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Her body felt as if ants were crawling all over, itching unbearably. But the way Emanuele was doing it did nothing to relieve her discomfort.

Isabella felt her desire like an endless sea, and Emanuele’s approach couldn’t soothe it. The sensation was unbearable. She longed for Emanuele to quicken his pace, but the thought of the child inside her made her hold back.

“Isabella, is this the way you like it?” Emanuele asked, slowly grinding against her, his hands on either side of Isabella, his forehead showing veins, sweat dripping down.

He was enduring it. He was in great discomfort. But Isabella had said she wanted gentleness, so Emanuele had to try to be gentle. Yet, in this situation, gentleness was simply not enough.

Isabella, holding Emanuele, was also in distress. She sighed, “Emanuele, use a little more force, just a bit.”

She thought, the child wouldn’t be so fragile.

Following Isabella’s command, Emanuele began to exert more force. The sounds of their physical connection grew louder, bringing some relief to both of them.

Finally, they reached the peak together.

Emanuele wanted to continue, but Isabella stopped him, saying, “I’m tired and want to rest.”

“So soon? Isabella, your stamina is really poor,” Emanuele said, running his hand through Isabella’s sweat-drenched hair. Truth be told, he was not entirely satisfied yet.

But Isabella didn’t want Emanuele to continue. She closed her eyes, appearing as if she might faint from exhaustion.

“Emanuele, you haven’t rested much during this time. You must be tired too,” Isabella said softly.

Seeing that Isabella didn’t want to continue, in the past, he might have forced her. But today, he had promised to be gentle to Isabella. So, at that moment, he took a deep breath, restraining his desires.

Alright, since he had promised to be gentle, he couldn’t force Isabella.

Emanuele held Isabella, his chin rubbing against her neck. “Isabella, today Lilly said that once you have a child, I’ll become as childish as the child. If we have a child, who will you prefer, the child or me?”

Emanuele’s question left Isabella stunned. Should she say she preferred the child? Her attention was currently on the child. But it was because of her love for Emanuele that she wanted to have a child together.

“I love both.”

“Your answer is so hypocritical,” Emanuele remarked.