Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I paced around the room, seething with rage at the thought of how they had monitored me. Will Richard truly sleep with me? Was Damon serious about his brother taking me by force? I couldn't sit down or stop pacing for hours as I kept pacing around the room. Isabella's words ran a pang through my heart: "You are going to be sold to a mafia lord to become his sex toy. You have a pretty face and everything a man will want in a woman. You do not have to wear makeup to look good." My sister's jealous words flooded my mind, and I was scared because I knew that I had already signed a deal with the mafia lord's son.

Turns out Bruno is currently in Russia taking care of business as Mr Vince explains . “ I’m the mafia “ once more his words echoed through my head. Bruno said he’s the mafia . I’m not supposed to feel this way towards him . For starters he's my stepbrother . He is also associated with the mafia . Bruno is like a forbidden fruit which I am not supposed to taste . But after having a taste of this forbidden fruit . I anticipate more .

I whispered nodding a bit to myself. "I have to tell you something very important, and your not going to end up reacting well so I'll just rip it off like a bandaid" I said nodding to myself a little "I hate beating around the bush anyway" I laughed a bit rying to keep myself calm. "Amara what is it" she asked and I looked at her for a moment before looking back at the road. "Well there is no easy way to put this" I said and let out a little sigh "Naomi I' the boss of a mafia" I stated and the car went dead silent.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

It looks just as bad; the head of the New York Mafia, bride snatched and insulted. "Right about time someone gets under your skin," a voice calls out. I didn't need to look up from my desk to know who it belongs to. My younger brother, Giulio Vito. He breezes into my office like he owns the damn place, smiling with his hands tucked in his pockets. Giulio looks as if he is dressed for a party. Suit, tie, glittery shoes; skull rings decorate the fingers on his right hand. Tattoos dance all the way to his fingers on the left hand. Flashy, flamboyant, a motherfucking show-off. An ugly cat tattoo that looks like it was drawn by a kid wraps around the left of his neck.

“Even after they destroyed you, this cunt still grips me like it was made for your big brother’s cock.” He’s inside me. My stepbrother is fucking me raw in public. Everyone can see him breeding his own sister. The thought sent me spiraling. Each thrust was savage. Deep. Claiming. His balls slapped against my ass as he drove into me over and over. The crowd watched in rapt silence, some stroking themselves openly. Marcus leaned down, biting my neck, my tits, leaving fresh marks over the dried wax. “Mine,” he snarled against my skin. “This body. This pussy. This womb. All fucking mine.” He reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. “Come on my cock, Lena. Show them how har

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she was shaking, gasping, and completely undone. Thank God for the music from inside the club drowning out her moans. Miguel withdrew his fingers slowly and lowered her leg back to the ground. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "Delicious," he said. Shame washed over Red as reality crashed back. She'd just let her stepbrother finger-fuck her in an alley. Lost complete control. Given him power over her body she'd sworn no man would ever have.

The guilt would hit Elena in the mornings when she sat across from Lorenzo at breakfast, watching him drink his coffee and talk about his plans to retire and take her to the Amalfi Coast. She felt disgusted. She felt like a monster. But then Dante would find her in the library, or the wine cellar, or the guest house, and the world would narrow down to the heat of his skin and the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. But luck in a Mafia house is a finite resource. One morning, nearly a year after Dante’s return, Elena woke up and felt the world tilt.

I was just a pawn in a game I didn't know the rules to, and now that the board was messy, he was sweeping me off it. But it was the threat about Alfonso that truly ended it. My brother was the only thing I had left in this world. I couldn't risk his life for my pride. I couldn't stay in a house where I wasn't wanted if it meant Alfonso would lose his chance at recovery. Vito sat across from me, his face a mask of stone. He looked every bit the Mafia Don the world feared. "Is the brother clause in here?" I asked, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else.

"And out of my bed." The door shut behind him before I could speak. That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my pulse trembling in my throat. This was my life now. The mansion. The Mafia. The wolves. And three stepbrothers who didn't just want to protect me— They wanted to own me.