Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother Novelas e Histórias

Luca Dermaco was usually a poison and every thing he touched seemed to be ‘ruined’ by him. I betrayed myself yesternight… l sold my fucking soul to the devil himself on a silver platter. What the fucking hell…. I felt dirty… cheap and nothing because of last night. But the vibration between my thighs on my honeypot tells another story. I don't want my body to act like this… but it's shameless….. reminancing to that blood suckers touch and words. I am supposed to think of revenge…. How to avenge my brother…. I am supposed to unveil what my brother was doing in the dark where no one could see him….

“I’ll call my brother. He’s out anyway, he can come pick me up.” “Liam, stop, just talk to me—” Carter stood up, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching out. “I’m calling Marcus, Carter,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, deadly serious. I couldn't stay in this room with him. I couldn't look at the bed, or the wall, or his mouth. I couldn’t admit that despite myself I was still checking him out in those gray sweatpants. I dialed my brother's number, pressing the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Carter, pretending to look out the window at the storm.

His dark eyes bored into mine as he commanded, “When I speak, you look at me.” My heart pounded against my chest. I despised being controlled, despised everything about the Mafia’s twisted rules. But tell me why this type of dominance aroused me? Fuck. Am I losing my mind? “I’m the bride’s sister,” I blurted out. And as if my words had ignited something dark in him, he tightened his fingers around my chin, his eyes narrowing like a storm. “Alma Martelli,” he groaned. The rage and hatred that replaced the mysterious look in his eyes told me that I shouldn’t be speaking with this man.

Meaner. A Colt that twins mine butts his head, the nozzle resting on his temple. "Easy, muchacho. Easy." Within a second, more guns rise. The cartel men pointing at my brother, my mafia family retaliating by pointing at them. And when I say 'my mafia family,' I'm referring to the whole room—everybody who still has access to their guns. Kylian moves to King, the nozzle of his pistol kissing the back of the jefe's head. Now this is the kind of party I enjoy.

She wanted to kiss him again. Viola gasped slightly, her eyes flying open. Heat flooded her pale cheeks, burning all the way to her ears. She immediately shook her head, deeply ashamed of her own mind. He was her stepbrother. He was a ruthless mafia boss. But the realization left her completely exposed. He was the only person in the world who made her feel safe. She left her room, navigating the quiet corridors. The heavy collar weighed down her neck with every step. She had to swallow her pride. She reached the grand staircase and slowly walked down, her hand gripping the cold marble banister.

He rushed over and helped lift the book off me, then gently sat me down on the sofa. “How did the book slip out of your hands?” he asked, his voice loud but not angry,more like concerned. His eyes scanned me like I was made of glass. But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t move. “It’s just…” I stuttered, my lips parted, but the complete sentence couldn’t come out. Because all I could think about was what I just discovered. Luca Zhao… was my stepbrother. The same man I had posters of. The same man I had crushed on since I was fifteen.

he murmured, slowing his movements just enough to keep me teetering there. He edged me like that for what felt like forever—bringing me close, then backing off, over and over—until I was sobbing with need, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please, Brother… I can’t take it anymore,” I cried. “Please let your stepsister cum.” Ethan finally gave in. “Cum for me, Mia. Cum on your stepbrother’s tongue.”

My focus is locked on my brothers. Gianna grabs my arm, shaking me at the same time clutching her chest dramatically. “Elena! How on earth do you cope living with your hot and sexy stepbrothers??? How are you even functioning I swear with my life, I'll be horny every fucking day if I live with stepbrothers as hot as this!” She says dramatically. I don’t answer. Because honestly? I’m not functioning. My brain is fried. Why are they here? They should be at home. Or doing whatever mysterious mafia-business they usually do, not strolling into my school like gods descending into mortal chaos.

This is indeed Diego Smith, the same Diego I slept with to get back at Pedro. His father is my Mom's lover? "Nice to see you, Carla," Diego said, letting out a curve with his hand extending out to me. I felt my body shaking as I slowly took his hand, shaking them. His eyes darting at me, as he said, "I can't wait for us to be siblings." Terrified, that's how I felt while pulling my hands away from Diego's grip. Here I thought we'd never see again, but the heavens decided to punish me by making this annoying man my stepbrother.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the Act The world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.