Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sebastian’s POV Despite the files and work piling up on my desk, I cannot seem to concentrate on anything else but my step-sister, Shelly. It’s wrong in so many ways, especially since I am supposed to be her protector and big brother figure. My mind races, swirling with the thoughts of her, the memories of our time together, and the undeniable attraction that grows stronger with each passing day. Shelly entered my life when my dad married her mother, bringing her into our home when she was just 14 years old and I was shy of turning 17. From that moment, I knew there was something special about her—the way her laughter could fill a room, how her eyes sparkled with a mixture of innocence and curiosity. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her, the way she seemed to light up the dimmest corners of my heart. For three long years, I’ve controlled myself, pushing down the feelings that threaten to consume me. I’ve carved out a reputation as the most dangerous mafia boss, fe

Shelly’s POV I can’t stop thinking about Sebastian even though I loved it that he caught me getting out of the shower and I loved the way his eyes darkened when he saw me completely bare. Feeling all hot and bothered now, I know I need a release before I head to school. I don't want to be grumpy all day because I’m so horny. It’s not like I can find a boy there to help because none of them will even look my way. And I have no clue why my best friend Kathy says my brother is the fault of it because she caught him having a heated conversation with one of the boys that asked me out for homecoming last year. She also mentioned that wasn’t the only time she saw my step brother getting verbally abusive with one of the boys from my school. Come to think of it, all the boys she mentioned either left the state or were never heard from again. Oh well I guess I’ll just take care of aching between my legs myself with my little jake rabbit dildo. Pulling out the dildo I lay on my bed a

Sebastian’s POV: What in the world just happened? Honestly, what was that? I can still feel the phantom of her kiss on my cheek, the heat radiating from where her lips brushed my skin. This enchanting woman is driving me to the brink. I’m desperately trying to maintain my composure, yet here she is, flaunting her exquisite beauty right before my very eyes. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the thoughts clouding my mind. She’s my stepsister, for crying out loud! Yet, how can I ignore the way my body reacts to her? My dick is still incredibly hard, a constant reminder of the intensity of the moment we just shared, and I can’t believe she just ran out the door like that, leaving me here in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She is so naughty; I just want to bring her across my knees and spank her little fine ass until it’s as red as a rose petal. Damn you women, you’re making this so incredibly hard on me, baby girl, and you don’t even know it. The buzz of

Sebastian’s POV: Continued As I navigated the chaotic streets of New Orleans, adrenaline surged through my veins like a wild river, pushing me forward. My car screeched through intersections, the tires barely gripping the asphalt as I blew through every traffic light and stop sign. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last, and I could feel the weight of my responsibilities pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. I didn’t have to worry about the police; half of them were on my payroll, a silent agreement forged in fear and necessity. They wouldn’t dare pull me over, not when they knew the consequences of crossing me. In this city, I was the law, not because I was righteous but because I had the power to enforce my will. Ever since the shattering loss of my parents, a cruel twist of fate that left me with nothing but a burning desire for vengeance and protection, I had clawed my way to the top. Shelly was all I had left, and I would do anything to keep

Sebastian’s POV: The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with tension, the remnants of violence hanging in the air like a shroud. I leaned closer to James, my voice a low, threatening whisper. “My name is James. I was tailing Shelly because that was my task from my boss. He made me do it.” “Go on,” I urged, my tone dripping with menace. “What is the name of your boss?” “You know him. You know him very well.” His voice trembled, and I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the desperation etched into the lines of his face. His admission sent a shiver down my spine. “His name is Mr. Lorenzo. The very man who put out the hit on your parents.” The name hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of our shared history, a name that conjured memories of loss and betrayal. “Why is he after my stepsister, Shelly?” My voice cut through the silence, fierce and unyielding. James swallowed hard, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape that wouldn’t come. “He