All Chapters of TANGLED WITH MY MAFIA STEPBROTHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Noah POVI hear her door slam upstairs and the sound hits me like a fist to the wall that made me flinch. I don’t look up from my phone even though the screen has been black for the last five minutes. I just sit there, my knuckles turning white around the coffee mug, pretending the entire fucking universe isn’t suddenly narrowed down to the girl who just walked out of this room. David and his wife keep talking something about the barbecue and grocery lists but their voices were just background noises in my mind. I nod when I’m supposed to, grunt when I’m supposed to, and the whole time my pulse is hammering so hard I swear the table should be shaking.She looked at me eight times! And yes I counted, call me creep but I don't care, it's like my mind had stopped cooperating with my body ever since Riley came to this house.Eight times those big hazel eyes flicked up, searching for something on my face, and eight times I forced myself to give her nothing. Not even a blink or a twitch

Riley POVHe held me there, one hand fisted in my hair, the other bruising my hip, his forehead pressed to mine while we breathed the same frantic air. The room is dark except for the small amount of light coming from the moon, and it feels like the whole house is holding its breath with us. My entire body is shaking. I can’t stop.His nose brushes mine, a whisper of contact that makes my knees buckle. I grip his T-shirt just to stay upright.“Tell me to leave,” he says again, his voice sounds raw, almost pleading. “Tell me, Riley, and I swear I’ll go.”I swallow. My throat closes up. I forced the words out of my mouth. “I can’t,” I whisper.The sound that leaves him is half groan, half curse. Then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is fierce, passionate, not soft or gentle. This isn’t the seven-second dare kiss we shared from a year ago. This kiss is a year of pretending, of his hand under my skirt and his silence at the breakfast table, of every single second we’ve spent hating how

Noah POVDavid is already sitting in the leather chair by the fireplace, one leg crossed over the other, with a glass of whiskey warming between his fingers like he has all the time in the world.I hate when he looks relaxed.It always means he’s two steps ahead of everyone else.I take the seat across from him—the one he expects me to take leaning back like I’m calm, like my pulse isn’t still hammering from what happened upstairs.He gestures with the glass.“Rough night?”I keep my face blank.“I didn’t sleep.”“Mm.” He takes a sip. “You’ve been restless lately.”Restless.If he knew why…If he knew I spent the night between Riley’s legs, with her voice cracking in my mouth…I swallow hard, jaw flexing once and I'm thankful he doesn’t notice.Or he pretends not to.“Let’s talk,” he says, setting the glass down with a soft click. “About your gang.”My shoulders tense but not visibly. Not enough for him to read.“What about it?”He studies me, his eyes raking my form to find any suspi

Noah POVI knew it was coming.When David mentioned it at breakfast, casually—that Riley’s grades were slipping and that a responsible older figure should help her.In his words he mean he wants to see what I do under pressure. Wants to see if I break.And putting Riley in my room? That’s not a coincidence.That’s a test.I’ve spent the last hour cleaning my desk even though it was already clean. Busy organizing pencils I don’t use and rearranging books I’ve already memorized.Trying not to breathe too deeply because her scent is still in my head from last night, too damn addictive.Trying not to think about how her legs shook around my shoulders or the sound she made when she came.I drag a hand over my face.I should’ve said no.But I can’t deny David anything.I’m staring at the textbook when I hear footsteps outside my door. My heart kicks once—hard. I Know she's Infront of the door probably hesitating. I can feel it the way she probably bites her lip debating running back to

Noah POVI lasted exactly thirty seconds after the door shut.Thirty seconds of staring at her in the middle of my room, with notebook clutched to her chest like a shield, eyes wide with defiance and that lingering hurt from how I left her last time.Thirty seconds before I broke.Every time I imagine what it would feel like to stop holding back and then remember exactly why I have to.She doesn’t know how many times I’ve stood right here, staring at the door, convincing myself that wanting her is the same as endangering her.That if David were to find out about this then none of us will be able to survive his wrath.And wanting her has never been the problem.I wanted her since the first day I saw her and no, not at the frat party. I saw Riley way before when David ordered me to look after her in shadows. she was with her best friend at a fair—She was and still is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Drowning everything out, I kiss her until she’s gasping, back pressed to the wal