My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas

Brielle’s POV

The hotel room was almost completely dark. Except one considered the dim blue light. I liked it that way. It gave off this mysterious, stupid, thrilling effect, just the way I wanted it to.

My hands were still shaking a little when I locked the door behind me. I could feel the thumping of my heart increase in speed. I didn’t know if it was from my nerves, or from the excitement, or maybe just from the fact that I was doing something absolutely unhinged. Well not unhinged for me anyway.

I made my way to the bed and on getting there, I could only make out a faint silhouette of broad shoulders, tied hands, legs slightly bent. The bag over his head rose and fell with uneven breaths. Great. Everything was in place.

I adjusted the cat mask on my face and walked toward him with the leather of my outfit giving a tiny squeak with each step. Two hours ago, I was getting ready for this-shaving, lotioning, and picking the exact right underwear that would survive the night. Finn had laughed through the whole preparation, swearing I needed therapy. He wasn’t wrong.

“Marcus?” I whispered.

The figure shifted. It wasn’t too much but it was just enough to let me know that he recognized my voice. Then I climbed onto the bed, in a slow and deliberate manner, feeling the mattress sink under my weight. Then my palms slid up his legs. He tensed instantly. I smiled behind the mask.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I bent my head towards his ears and whispered. “Surprise.”

The muffled sound he made was half confusion, half something I chose to interpret as desire. God, this was ridiculous. But that was the goal. That was why I loved it.

Marcus always said I was too wild and very chaotic. Maybe he was right. But tonight? Tonight he was going to be grateful for being right.

I unbuttoned his shirt and began throwing kisses down his chest as I unbuckled his belt. When his pants were loose enough, I slid my palms down his pants and into his boxers and grabbed the solid muscle that stood ready for me. Instantly he jerked and released a low groan. I widened my smile and began to stroke as I peppered his chest with kisses. It was intoxicating.

Then I paused the stroking, letting the anticipation build, as I took off his pants, till he was stark naked under me.

“You ready?” I murmured, though I didn’t wait for an answer. Then I returned the kisses to his chest and resumed stroking but I kept throwing the kisses lower and lower until I reached my destination, his groans fuelling me.

Then I took him in my mouth, and teased him, running slow circles at his tip. He pulled at the restraints hard enough to make the bedframe groan. I nearly laughed. Finn owed me for this, because damn, this was perfect. Then I increased the pace and from his groans, I could imagine how fucking pleased he must be. I wished I could see his face. But mystery was the pleasure behind all this. I continued until I felt him come close, then I pulled back.

Miss me?” I teased, taking off my underwear wear before climbing back up his body.

He made another muffled sound, and I laughed again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I replied and positioned myself above him, taking a moment to appreciate how insane this whole situation was. My friends were right. I was completely unhinged. But God, it felt good.

I lowered myself onto him slowly, gasping at the sensation. His body jerked beneath me, and I had to steady myself with my hands on his chest.

“There we go,” I breathed out. “Perfect.”

I moved, finding my pace, and letting the heat build between us. The air conditioner in the room worked perfectly. Yet I could feel sweat make my skin slick.

“This is your birthday gift,” I whispered, leaning closer. “Do you know how long I planned this? You better kidnap me back for Thanksgiving. Promise me.”

He nodded, sharply, amidst the groans. I smiled again.

Good,” I gasped, sitting back up and moving faster. “I’m holding you to that.”

Then I rode him harder, chasing my own high. The pressure tightened until it snapped. I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, not minding if the entire hotel was listening. He came seconds later, his whole body going rigid beneath me. I collapsed over him, breathing hard, and grinning like a lunatic.

“Holy shit,” I whispered against his skin. “Tell me that wasn’t the best birthday surprise ever.” I said and laughed. All I heard as a response was his breathing trying to even. Well, not like I expected him to talk with a gag on.

I slid off him, finally reaching for the bag covering his head, my pulse still racing.

“You’re dying to see what I look like right now, I know,” I teased. “And honestly? I want to see your face so bad.” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

I gripped the edge of the bag, with a wide and cocky smile, completely sure of what I was about to see.

“Happy birthday, baby. This is definitely—”

I froze immediately as I yanked the bag off. This….This was not Marcus. He wasn’t even close.

The stranger stared at me with dark sharp eyes that looked dangerously amused. He had a strong jaw, light stubble, and his pink lips curved in a smirk that didn’t match the panic slamming through my chest. My entire body went cold.

“What—” My voice cracked. “What the fuck.”

Strangely, this stranger didn’t look shocked. He looked entertained even. His smirk widened.

“Looks like you’ve started a game … little cat.”