All Chapters of You're mine, brother.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The stranger

LEVI POV“Hold on, let’s get inside…”The plea barely escaped my mouth before he slammed me against the cold brick wall, his hot breath ragged against my neck. His rough hand shoved past my waistband, fingers wrapping tight around my aching cock, already slick with pre-cum.“Waited too long… fuck, I can’t wait.”He squeezed once, slow and deliberate, thumb dragging over the sensitive head, smearing the wetness down my shaft. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he started stroking—firm, relentless pulls that made my hips jerk involuntarily. Every nerve lit up, pulse pounding in my ears, the sharp bite of the wall against my back only sharpening the burning heat of his grip.Christ, it felt too fucking good—dangerously good—for a stranger I’d locked eyes with across a crowded bar just minutes ago.I fumbled desperately for my keys, fingers shaking as I dug through my pocket, the metal clinking too loudly in the quiet hallway.His body pinned me harder against the rough brick beside m

my stepbrother

I paused mid-swipe, towel still pressed to my damp hair, when that low, lazy voice cut through the quiet.“Morning…”I turned. Lorenzo was sprawled on the edge of the bed, elbows cocked behind his head, sheets riding low enough to show the sharp cut of his hips and the heavy line of his cock resting against his thigh. That smug, crooked grin lit up his face like he knew exactly what kind of damage he’d done to me last night and this morning.Fuck, he was even better in daylight. All sharp jaw and dark stubble, eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction.“Morning?” I echoed, arching a brow. It came out drier than I meant, because come on, we fucked until the sky turned gray, passed out tangled and sweaty, then he woken me up hours later with his mouth on my neck and his cock sliding back inside like he owned the place. Again.Now he was lounging in my bed like he belonged there, looking entirely too pleased with himself.I tightened the towel around my waist and leaned against the doorf

Almost getting caught

I stared at my reflection in the marble-framed mirror of the venue’s private restroom, heart jack-hammering against my ribs.“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, dragging a shaky hand through my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”If I’d just opened one of those damn texts from Mama. If I’d answered a single call. If I’d known the man who’d spent the entire night buried inside me—marking me, owning me—was about to become my stepbrother, I would’ve run in the opposite direction the second he looked at me across that bar.Now every time I blinked I felt him: the deep ache in my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips, the ghost of his teeth on my shoulder. I’d fucked my mother’s new stepson the night before her wedding. She’d be devastated if she ever found out. Devastated and ashamed of me.I pressed my palms to the cool counter, forcing a slow breath. “It’s fine,” I muttered to myself. “We can pretend it never happened. Just act like strangers. Easy.”The door swung open behind me.“Pretend what never hap

Under the table

“Mama, I can’t…” The words came out strangled, barely above a whisper. My mother sat across from me on the cream sofa in the hotel suite she’d booked for the night, still in her elegant going-away dress, eyes soft and hopeful. The faint scent of her perfume—jasmine and vanilla—mixed with the champagne on her breath, and it only made the guilt twist harder in my gut. She had no idea that less than thirty minutes ago her new stepson had me pinned against a bathroom wall, his hand buried in my trousers, fingers wrapped tight around my leaking cock while she knocked and called my name. The memory alone sent fresh heat pooling low in my belly, his thumb circling the head, spreading slick pre-cum, whispering filthy things about how pretty I’d look coming for my big brother while our parents toasted downstairs. And now she was asking me to move in with them. With them. “Won’t you do this one thing for your mother?” she pressed gently, reaching for my hand. “The house is huge, Le

Sneaking into his room

Levi’s pov. I stood under the shower, letting the scalding water pound against my shoulders, trying to wash away the sticky mess still clinging to my skin from dinner. Enzo is insane. He’s fucking insane. Under the goddamn table with both our parents sitting right there—Mama laughing at one of Steve’s dad jokes, Steve reaching for the wine bottle—while Enzo’s hand had crept up my thigh like he owned it. His fingers had found me already half-hard, squeezed the length of me through my chinos until pre-cum soaked through the fabric, until I had to choke back a gasp and pretend I’d swallowed wrong. And me? Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I got even harder at the thought of something so despicable. The risk of it—the sheer wrongness—had lit me up like gasoline on a match. My cock had throbbed in his palm while Mama asked if the food was too spicy, while Steve nodded approvingly at whatever bullshit Enzo was saying about his internship. I’d sat there leaking for my stepbrother, thighs t

In the mafia

I tugged a long-sleeved shirt over my head, wincing as the fabric brushed against the tender bite marks Enzo had left on my skin earlier.“Ma?” I murmured softly as I stepped into the kitchen, catching sight of my mother by the counter, her back to me as she poured water into the coffee machine.Morning light streamed through the windows, wrapping around her in a soft glow. She looked peaceful. Innocent. Completely unaware of the chaos living under her own roof.“Levi…” she answered sweetly without turning around. “Would you like a cup of coffee? I can make tea instead, if you prefer.”“Coffee is fine, Ma,” I replied.I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes.She reached for another mug, humming quietly under her breath as she poured the coffee, the rich scent filling the room. I slid onto one of the stools at the counter, hands resting on the cool marble surface, trying to look normal—trying to feel normal.She placed the mug in front of me gently. “You’re up early,” she said, finall

I want him, unconscious.

Lorenzo pov.Drip, drip, drip.Red is my favorite color—especially when it’s fresh, warm, and spilling from someone who still thinks begging might save them. I tilt my head, watching the traitor—Marco, wasn’t it?—crumple against the chains that hold him upright. His face is a ruined canvas: broken nose leaking steadily, split lip puffed and purple, one eye already swelling shut. Snot and blood mix in disgusting rivulets down his chin as he whimpers.“Lo—Lorenzo, please… I’m sorry. I was desperate. The debts… I wouldn’t have touched the shipment if I wasn’t backed into a corner. Don’t kill me. I have a family. Kids. Please, I’m begging you.”His voice cracks on the last word, pathetic and wet. I feel the familiar rush—adrenaline spiking through my veins like cheap heroin, power coiling low in my gut until my cock twitches against the zipper of my slacks. It’s not just the violence. It’s the control. The way his terror feeds something primal in me, something that wants to break him fu

Kidnapped

LEVI POV“Who are you?” I asked as I opened the door to see a strange woman with two men—more like bodyguards behind her. I turned sharply toward the kitchen, sighting a knife afar. Knowing my new family was in the mafia, my first thought was this has to be one of their rivals, Good thing my mom wasn’t home.“Levi?” the woman asked, glancing at her phone before lifting her gaze back to me.“Who’s asking?” I shot back, forcing my voice not to crack.A slow smirk curled onto her lips.That was my first real sign I was in trouble.“Take him,” she said calmly.My brain short-circuited.“Take the—take who?!” I snapped, already stepping back.Then survival kicked in.I spun and bolted toward the kitchen.Which, in hindsight, might have been the stupidest decision of my entire life.I didn’t make it three steps.A massive hand fisted the back of my shirt and yanked me backward so hard my feet left the ground. One second I was running. The next, I was suspended in the air like a misbehaving c

You're mine, brother.

God, I need to fucking cum… I might lose my mind if I don’t. Was I drugged with some kind of sex pill? My hips bucked against the restraints almost instinctively, the ache in my cock unbearable.“Look how beautiful you look.”I hadn’t even heard the door open. My head whipped around, and there he was—my stepbrother. Half-naked, as usual, those blue joggers clinging in all the wrong ways. His eyes were sharp, scanning every inch of me with that familiar hunger, and my cock stiffened even more, betraying me.I tried to look away, tried to pull back against the chains, but it was useless. My body had its own agenda, responding to his gaze like I had no control at all. “What the fuck is going on?!” I yelled, jerking against the chains, my wrists straining red against the metal.“You’re going to hurt yourself. Relax,” he said.“Relax? I’m fucking tied to a bed!”“I know,” he replied casually, taking another step closer. “I tied you up.”I froze for a second, staring at him. “Are you a psy

Make me cum

LEVI POV“You’re fucking insane!” I yelled, even as my hips jerked against his hand, betraying me. He didn’t answer, didn’t even flinch—just kept moving, tracing slow, deliberate patterns over my thigh. The touch was feather-light at first, but it dipped lower, grazing my balls. I couldn’t hold back; a loud, desperate moan tore from my lips.“You’re so fucking responsive,” he groaned, his voice low and hoarse. “It’s driving me insane.”“Let me go… I’m your stepbrother.” My voice trembled, half defiance, half panic.His right hand landed on my thigh. I jumped, a shiver running straight through me. But instead of pulling back, he let his fingers glide upward, each touch igniting electric sparks through my veins. My breathing hitched, shallow and rapid, as his hand neared the most vulnerable part of me. I barely recognized the sound that escaped my throat when his fingertips brushed my balls—a raw, involuntary gasp.“One way to stop all this.” He smirked, standing back

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