Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

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“You better hold on tight because I’m going to fuck the idea of other men out of your sweet pussy.”

The words caused a shudder to zap through every nerve ending in my body and I was alight with electricity.

I screamed as a sharp, unforgiving thrust sparked my core, more following in the same merciless manner. I took him to the hilt and the sight of his erection spearing me made me more flushed than I already was. There was something sweetly forbidden about the sight and it thrilled me to the very core of my being.

My eyes found Luca’s gaze and the sinful stare put a hitch to my breath, it made my brain fuzzy and filled with intoxicating lust. I was drugged up by the feel of his c0ck in me. I was hypnotized by those stormy grey eyes.

“Only I can f uck you this good.” He drawled, hiking my leg higher and up on his shoulder, the angle even more deeper this time.

“No one else but me.”

His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing.

But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren’t the sweetest things in the world.

Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

“You’re so wet, so tight, so absolutely fuckable.” Luca was saying under his breath. Like a litany. A chant. “Keep taking all of me, baby, only me.”

I mewled at his words, reaching out for his hard warm body, my nails scraping into his muscled back. I was suddenly so desperate to touch him, to feel the powerful tautness of his skin.

He lifted my leg from his shoulder and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the heel of my foot and the sensuality of the action made more moisture pool at my center.

Oh gawd.

He groaned sharply when I clamped down on him, his beautiful face pinched in pleasure.

He started going faster, the new pace ruthless and unrelenting. I was going to explode.

I threw my head on the pillow, my hands slipped from his back to grasp on the sheets, a pleasured groan shooting out from the pit of my belly.

“Oh Luca.”

“You feel so good baby. So f ucking perfect.” He said through harsh breaths, his hips slapping into mine.

Pleasure was blazing a path to my center, my release drawing closer. I was going feral with it as I writhed beneath him, a fire burning between my legs. Sweat dampened my skin, matted my hair to my forehead, trickled down between my swollen breasts. The room temperature was reasonably cool but I was a living furnace.

“Tell me your pussy is mine bambina.” Luca rasped, his hand wrapping around my throat.

My eyes fluttered open and close, I loved him choking me, and maybe a little too much for my comfort.

However I refused to respond. My p ussy belonged to no man, had never been and will never be.

A punishing thrust slammed into me and I cried out.

“Say it.” He commanded in a low, dark voice.

“F uck you,” I breathed out and Luca, the bastard drew out of me, leaving only his tip inside me.

I whimpered in protest, jutting my hips to get him back in but he drew back.

“Say it, bambina.”

It was unfair, it was so unfair. I shut my eyes and shook my head, my eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and desperation.

His thumb found my clit, flicking and rubbing the bud, torturing me. My eyes shut tight and I bit my lips to stiffen a groan. I couldn’t bear it so I tried to push his hand off.

His hand dropped my leg, grabbed mine and pinned in above my head, the other one tightening its grip on my throat. The tip of his c0ck slipped inside me, sliding only halfway in before slipping back out.

I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I-

His chest grazed against my sensitive nipples.

I f ucking want him.

“Declare you belong to me bambina and I’ll give you what you want, what we both want. Just say the words, baby.”

My resolve was fading and it made me desperate to retain it so I tried to kiss him but his grip on my hand pinned it harder and held me back.

I watched as an amused smile spread on his lips, “you bad little kitten.” He drawled before rubbing himself against me.

We both groaned, the sound biting out of me. If I didn’t have him inside me as soon as possible, I would snap, go insane, deranged.

The first mental patient victim of sexual frustration.

So I did what I’ve never done before, I submitted wholly to man.

I fought to find my words, my vocabulary, my ability to speak and I looked him straight in the eyes. “Y-yours,” I choked out. “My p ussy is yours.”

A triumphant grunt left his throat and he rammed ruthlessly in me.

“F uck!” I cried, hating the way the rewarding thrust shook my entire body as if it was finally free, as if submission to my stepbrother was the best thing I’d done for it.

I didn’t like it one bit.

But I love how he slammed into me over and over, fucking me with a roughness I f u c k i n g love. In the way sex has never been until him.

“You’re mine,” Luca said with bated breath. “Not Cadain’s, mine.” His eyes darkened as he said, “you’re a slut for me alone.”

I pulsed around him and my release drew closer. Luca continued going hard and fast in me, sparking my impending explosion.

My hand closed around his hand on my throat and I willed him to choke me tighter which he did.

My eyes rolled back, the sounds of his hips meeting mine filled the room, I was arriving at sinful heaven.

“I’m so close,” I said in a barely audible breath.

Luca’s hand released mine and moved to cup the side of my face, I leaned into it, sniffing his calloused palm that smelled of my cum.

“I want to see you shatter around me, Cara mia.” He growled, his accent thick around his words, jerking me like a ragdoll.

I moaned aloud, raising my hips higher to meet his thrusts, watching his ravishing gaze, the pressure building and coiling inside me.

He pushed me all the way to heaven and I was screaming and bucking and shuddering from the powerful force of my release as I convulsed around him.

His mouth seized mine, sealing my screams in a ruthless kiss.

The tremors were endless, zapping through me over and over again, and when it lowered to soft shudders, I was completely turned inside out.

Luca bit down on my lips and groaned into my mouth as his own release jolted through him and spilled into me.

He held onto me to the very last of the shivering pleasure, breathing hard, our body heat meshing into one.

I snuggled closer to him when he fell beside me and he closed his arms around me in a tight embrace.

We spooned like that for another minute before my sex clouded mind slowly became clearer, my rationality sneaking back into my head like a cheating husband coming back late at night.

I stiffened and I tried to pull away but Luca was unrelenting.

“Don’t,” he warned but it sounded more like a plea.

“What? So we’re just going to cuddle like you won’t shove me to the Irish tomorrow?” I muffled into his sturdy chest.

Luca sighed, staying quiet for a minute. The assh0le usually had an arsenal of retorts ready, it was unlike him to not give a response to my smarty talk.

I peeped up at him but could only meet his jaw, the man was snuffing the light out of me with his tight hug.

“Cazzo,” he cursed then said. “Listen closely to what I’m going to say now because you’ll never hear it again.” He loosened his hold and peered down at me.

“I don’t want you to marry that fucker, I cannot stand to see you bound to him. Or any man for that matter. Do you understand?”

I blinked at him in shock, surprise, foolish giddiness and confusion. I was momentarily thrown off.

Luca spooned me closer when I started to ask what he meant, stealing the air out of my lungs.

“I told you, I’m not going to repeat myself.” He drawled lazily.

I itched to know, was dying to even but I knew I wasn’t going to get an answer from him, not at the moment.

“I should get back to the party.” I piped and he answered by throwing a leg over me, caging me further in.

“What if my mother starts looking for me? What if she finds us here.”

“Nobody will come into my room, Cara.”

“Even your father?”

“Yes, even him.”

“But they’ll suspect if we’re gone for too long” I frowned against his chest in protest.

“Sleep Cara.”

“What do you mean by sleep, it’s barely 7pm.”

“Hush woman.” Luca commanded, his hand reaching up to my hair and running through it. I couldn’t see him but I knew his eyes were closed.

I forcefully shut mine, the questions I wanted to ask eating away at my chest before a calm sleep took over me.

I slept for a very long time and when I woke to leave, it was nearly midnight.

Thankfully, the full moon shining into the room offered enough illumination for me to not lose my shit.

Luca slept soundly, still looking every bit like the powerful male he was even in sleep. The last thought on my mind before I crept out of the room was that he had murmured my name in his sleep.