Novel & Cerita Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother

Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted. He was trying to manipulate me. Well this is interesting... I smile softly and nod up at him, gripping onto his shirt as I push myself closer to him. "So does that mean I can go out with my friends, then?" I say timidly, playing innocent. I was going either way, I just had to make him think he was in charge.

All the fire in me extinguished really quick. “W—What w—will you d—do to them?” I stuttered badly. “I’ll start off with your brothers who are my guests in Italy. I will order my guy to start off breaking their fingers, Then, they will give them deep cuts, their blood will ooze out and they will be feeling only pain. They will be begging me to stop but I won't..." He was enjoying my suffering. don't make me hate you more, Luciano. "Until you accept my offer," My hand began to shiver, I was losing the control over my emotions. I really underestimated his mafia skills.

By the time we dressed, my legs were shaky, body humming with satisfaction. But pleasure wasn’t the only demand they made. Over a lavish breakfast in the sunlit dining area, the brothers revealed more of their world. Their mafia empire controlled the city’s underbelly—clubs, shipments, political strings. My father’s debt had been the final piece in a larger vendetta against a rival family, the Morettis’ old enemies. By claiming me, they gained leverage and a stunning bride to solidify alliances. “You’ll attend events with us,” Marco explained, his hand resting on my thigh under the table. “Look the part of our queen while we handle the shadows.”

He was so good! I slammed a hand over my mouth to refrain from screaming. Dominic didn't stop. He dragged his tongue along my dripping slit before capturing my throbbing clit and sucking hungrily. I almost fell off the table. He tightened his hold on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as if to remind me that I was the one who had invited him in. My hips rolled against his face. I felt dirty, stained by a hunger that should have belonged to my husband. Yet Androa gave all his attention to his mistress. I was standing in the heart of my new home—being devoured by my stepson—and the thought of it made me crave every second.

I welcomed her in a bear hug as she sat on my bed… “So…” “So what?” “Where’s he?” She asked smiling widely “Who?” “You know who I’m talking about…Your hot mafia stepbrother” “Please don’t” “What? I’m being honest, those tats make him look even hotter” “Suit yourself” “I know he’s your stepbrother, but you can’t deny the fact that he is good looking” “Enough of all of that, I called you here to get my mind of him, but you’re still blabbing about how good he looks, are you kidding me right now?”

He hooks a thumb under my chin, tilting my face to him. “I need a shower…” He nods slowly, gaze fixed on my lips. “Yeah, we really do.” We. Me and him. Nina and Cassian. So wrong, yet so fucking right. I don't know what's true, but I know one thing— I'm soaking wet. All for him. My stepbrother. My temptation.

He brought out a packet of gum from his trousers popping it into his mouth tilting his head to my side, "I'm just saying, since you're practically talking about how you want the whole world to know that I'm in a dangerous mafia, hope you're ready to really explain our relationship, somethings have to match... don't they?" A rush of different emotions swirled in my blood as I folded my fist in pure anger, the thoughts in my head were simple, "deny everything" but with my feeble nature, could I? I rushed to him, dragging him by the collar. I really don't know what ghost possessed me but I was too mad to reason, "you literally exposed Heather, Leslie and I to danger and now you're using our ill

His eyes gleamed with the same darkness, but his smile was sharp with cruelty. Her heart stuttered. “No…” she whispered, trembling. “This isn’t possible.” The lifeless man in her arms was not Sajah at all. Alive, battered but unbowed, the true Sajah stood before her—blood soaking his shoulder, yet his stance unyielding. His gaze fixed on the corpse she clutched, and something hard flickered in his expression. “My brother,” he said at last, his voice like steel over flame. “Even in death, you still try to steal what is mine.”

“Baby I’ve wanted to be with you for a while too. Just to let you know. I wasn’t sure if you were into me like that or not. With being in the mafia and all and being Sebastian’s second in command I didn’t know if it would scare you away or not.” “That doesn't scare me Michal I’ve been around it all for. While now if you have forgotten my best friend lives the mafia boss.” Sabrina states with a bit of sass in each word. Her teasing tone sends a surge of desire through me, tightening my body in response. I can’t help but imagine bending her over and giving her a taste of discipline for that attitude. My dominant side tries to take over but I calm it a bit. The thoughts racing through my mind a