All Chapters of Possessed by My Mafia Stepbrother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Valentina's POVA week passed in a blur of work and restless nights.Dante's absence should have brought me relief, should have allowed me to clear my head and focus on something—anything—other than the constant pull between us. After that night when he carried me from the bathroom to my bed, when he took care of me with a tenderness I hadn't expected, he had suddenly disappeared. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone.But instead of relief, his absence had the opposite effect.I distracted myself the only way I knew how—by throwing myself into work. I stayed late at the office, buried in documents and legal drafts, pretending that the lingering ache in my chest wasn't because I missed him. The fluorescent lights of the empty office became my constant companion, the hum of my laptop the only sound breaking the silence of late nights.And maybe I did miss him.Not just his presence, but his teasing, his intensity, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that matte

Chapter 23: ConnectionsValentina's POVThe city lights blurred past as I rode in the back of a cab, my mind tangled in thoughts I didn't want to face. Leon's abrupt change in mood gnawed at me. He had been warm, affectionate—until I asked him to be gentle. That was when something shifted. He hadn't been angry, not exactly. But there was something else behind his reaction. Restraint. Frustration. A coldness that hadn't been there moments before.And I had a sinking feeling I knew why.He thinks there's something between me and Dante.The idea sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me. Guilt, because maybe there was. Confusion, because I didn't know what to do about it. Fear, because acknowledging it meant stepping into dangerous territory.If Leon thought that, it meant my relationship with Dante wasn't as subtle as I had convinced myself it was. It meant other people—outsiders—could see the tension between us. The electricity that crackled whenever we were in the same room. The

Valentina's POVI sat in his lap, feeling his hardness against me, the evidence of his desire impossible to ignore. My chest heaved with each breath, my body responding to his touch in ways I couldn't control. The moment stretched between us, electric and dangerous."Who are you fucking moaning for?" Dante growled, his voice harsh as his thumb roughly pressed against my clit.The pressure was almost painful but exquisite, sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control, but my hips betrayed me, grinding shamelessly against his hand."Answer me, you little tease," he demanded, his gray eyes darkening with something dangerous as he watched me come undone. His free hand suddenly gripped my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse race faster."You," I gasped, the admission torn from my throat. "Only you."His lips curved into a cruel, victorious smirk. "That's fucking right, k

Valentina's POV"That's impossible."No sooner had I said it than I screamed.My brother's two fingers brought me unprecedented pleasure.As he pumped his fingers, he asked, "What's impossible?""I can't squirt." I had used B.O.B. before, but unfortunately, it had never made me squirt, only climax.Dante's lips curved into that arrogant smirk I both hated and craved. "You can throw away those useless electronic boyfriends. I guarantee you've never experienced a real orgasm."He quickened his finger movements, curling them inside me with practiced precision, and my body trembled violently. The obscene wet sounds from my pussy filled the room."Hold your legs up." Dante commanded, his voice husky with desire. "Once I feel you tighten, I'm going to spank your pussy."The darkness in his tone sent another rush of wetness between my thighs. I obeyed, grabbing behind my knees and pulling them toward my chest, exposing myself completely to him. His eyes darkened at the sight, his jaw clench

Dante's POVI watched Valentina sleep beside me, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Last night had been fucking incredible.The moment we'd closed the bedroom door behind us, I'd slammed her against the wall, unable to contain the hunger that had been building between us for weeks. I tore her blouse open and roughly palmed her breasts, how she arched into my touch, demanding more."Dante," she'd whispered my name like a prayer as I dropped to my knees in front of her, yanking her skirt up around her waist. I'd ripped her delicate underwear aside and buried my face between her thighs, tasting her sweetness while she clutched my hair, grinding against my mouth until she came apart for the first time that night.But that had just been the beginning.I remembered the tight, slick heat of her body as I'd thrust into her, how she'd cried out and dug her nails into my back hard enough to draw blood."Harder," she'd begged, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Fuck me hard