Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.

"She’s no Luna, She’s a fucking stripper, how was she able to do that?" "You mean seducing a Mafia Lord? How cheap." "Or maybe they’re related—wouldn’t put it past those sick bastards." "Too fragile to be attached to a Mafia Lord." Their words were sharp, slicing into me like tiny, invisible blades. Both men and women talked loudly and I regretted stepping my feet in this place all because of my stupid step sisters. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep my breathing steady as I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crack but the weight of those black eyes kept me rooted in place, unable to move, unable to think.

More so, I didn’t want to make the mistakes I made with Tessa. From the very beginning, I should have asked Tessa to murder Mia the moment she was brought into the mansion, but I wasn’t certain of her relationship with Keith, and I didn’t want to end up hurting Keith's family. However, I realized now that they were step-siblings, and yet, Keith still wanted her. “Such a pervert!” I cursed in my chest in annoyance. I had everything that Keith could possibly want in a woman, including the skill and power of a mafia, but instead, he chose a nineteen year old girl who was his step fucking sister!

“Yeah, how hard can it be to accept that you married a mafia boss? It happens regularly, doesn’t it? My mom marrying a mafia boss. I thought you choosing a drug dealer last time would be limit. But mom, you are amazing. You keep on testing my ability to accept. Incredible.” Lydia appeared embarrassed at that. “Give yourself a little time. You will be able to accept it,” said Liam. But Sylvia didn’t want to. Why should she accept a mafia boss? Where were her morals? “Now that you know about the family business, you should learn to be careful and not act recklessly. Due to my negligence, your identity had been leaked out, and because of that, the attack today had been made on you. You needn’t

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.

"Brielle, sweetheart, isn't this exciting?" "Yes," I choked out. "Very exciting." "We're having a grand wedding wedding, baby. " Richard said. "Like two months from now? Give us time to plan properly." Two months until Dante Moretti officially became my stepbrother. Two months until the man I accidentally kidnapped and fucked became family. "We'll blend our families beautifully," my mother gushed, squeezing Richard's hand. "Our children will be so close." I glanced at Dante again. His eyes met mine, and for a split second, I saw the same horror reflected back at me. The same realization. The same understanding that this wasn't just complicated anymore.

Tricia said. Immediately she said it, I kissed her lip. I didn't care about how Cherry's face looked. I still need him to pay for what he has done, and the result of everything was going to be death. "Alright, what is your plan?" I asked. "You are the mafia here," she said and I smiled. "Mafia boss," I said. "Theresa is also a mafia." Tricia twisted her lip, looking at Theresa, who smiled. Cherry also looked at Theresa.

I asked, walking towards my cellar to grab my favourite whiskey. I needed something to burn down whatever desire, want and lust was left inside of me. “Your father sent me to you,” he started, his voice low and resolute. “And what is that?” I grabbed my favourite whiskey and poured it into a glass, drinking everything all at once, making the substance burn down my chest. “He told me to tell you that the Irish mafia clan would be silent for a while, so you should give orders for your step-sister to return back to college and back to her therapy session. She's getting worse and need to continue attending her session with her new therapist.”

His hand slipped between her thighs, finding her ready. The refusal died in her throat. "So," he asked between kisses, "my brother satisfies you better?" He didn't hide the hurt. "You never complained to me." His mouth found her skin. She recognized his game but couldn't resist. "That's enough…" Before she could finish, he had her against the wall, taking her with an intensity that drew sounds from her she was certain the neighbors would hear. Her body still quivered as he guided her back to bed. Damn it, she thought, I couldn't even last one day. The pleasure he gave her was impossible to resist. "I'm officially crowning myself as a puta," Amelia whispered to herself. "Taking both brothers?

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.