Novel & Cerita Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother

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.

"I knew you’d like it. Does it turn you on?" "Please." I whisper as he starts to use his teeth. No doubt he’s left a mark there, but even the thought of that is freaking sexy to me. I’m losing my damn mind. I’ve lost complete control of myself as my stepbrother gives me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

“I’m sorry that I fucked up. I’m sorry that I … was willing to have my friends seduce you. I fucked up, Laura.” “Enough. I have said enough!” “My brother is not going to be good enough for you. I have heard from sources that he has a little dick, and he will never be able to satisfy you. He is a selfish, envious, little shit who wants what he can never have because you are mine and you will never be his.” He looked at Phillip. “I took her virginity, and as usual, you will be enjoying my seconds.” “Shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what you’re

“From Markie. She can’t make it but she sent these to my place.” I took the bag from her and peered inside. I gasped at the dildo and the handcuffs inside. I giggled, I trust Markie to be very kinky. It had a note that says...Fuck your stepbrother. Enjoy. Speaking of my brother, I looked at him and his eyes were already on me. I walked towards him, our gaze connecting still and sat beside him. Rocco sniffed my hand and rested his head on my lap. I gave him my bag and he opened it, taking out the shirt first.

Father Parisi whispers as if he’s scared someone will hear. “Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it.” My eyes flit to the partitioning between us. “If that’s okay with you?” “Of course.” He lets out a heavy breath, then asks, “Do you have any more sins to confess?” “I didn’t feel bad when I learned that my stepbrother was killed.” “What?” Father Parisi gasps, and this time, he opens the small window between us and stares at me in shock. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m going to get my revenge. I’m going to make that bastard pay for hurting me.” “I’m not sure what suddenly convinced you, Noel, but I’m glad. Now, it’s time to proceed with the first step of our plan; we have to make you look as attractive as possible, so much so that men will fall at your feet and then, we’ll proceed to the main phase: meeting Wallace Castellano.” “And how exactly am I meant to do that?” Just as Noelle asked that question, and email entered her laptop. She walked up to it and accessed the email.

Food I may end up not touching. This information was just too much to handle. How could I bring myself to eat something? “Thank you all for coming.” Antonio snapped me out of my thoughts when he was ready. “And Amy, I am sorry for waking you up from your beauty sleep. Carlos warned me not to and now I regret it.” He sipped from a mug and continued. “Before now, Enzo has always had a brother. A brother who didn't know they were related. What do I mean?” He adjusted on the chair and looked at me. “My stepfather was a whore, worse than my mother who maybe had it with a few men during her lifetime.” He continued. Honestly, I didn't want to hear all of these.

My men pulled him up by his shirt and made him sit back on the stool with his face leaking everywhere. “This isn't some local street gang you are fucking with. This is the mafia and we do not fuck around, you understand me? The next time I see one of you in my neighborhood, on my street and you dare touch one of my businesses, I will kill you on the spot.” My voice raised with every new word until I was all up in one of their faces.

"Have you no shame? Do you even know what time it is?" I ignored him, kicked off my heels, and started for the stairs. "Wait," Laura said softly. "Sister, did you really give the engagement to me? I still can't believe it..." She looked overwhelmed with gratitude, but the glint of triumph in her eyes gave her away. I stopped and turned to face her perfectly crafted innocent expression. "What's the matter?" I sneered. "Don't you love picking up my trash?" "Alessia!" my father roared. "How dare you speak to your sister like that!"

I knew what his hands were capable of, and for some reason, my body wouldn’t run the hell out of the room. “What do you want to be then?” he asked with a smirk still playing on his lips. I felt his other hand easily make its way up from my waist and toward my breast. As I began to let go of his hand that was prepared to finger me, I reached for his other hand. It was becoming a game of ‘Don’t let the mafia man grab your body parts.’