Seduction Of My Mafia Stepbrother Novels & Stories

He always treated him differently, not by spoiling him with luxury but he raised him diligently just like he did for me but as a child, I was never contented. I always wanted more. When I heard that he was planning on making my brother the president, I objected. In a fit of jealousy and rage, I met up with a mafia lord who introduced me into the dark world of power. After joining the mafia, I had my boys go and kill. Madame Browne and I went along, we killed him on that snowy December day. My brother and his wife, Xavier's mother died to bullets shot by me. After killing them, I fled the scene leaving no hints for the police to trace it down to me.

"I knew she was the one, brother." Jenny kisses me back as I get to the top stair, nodding. "I guess you better get to work then." She looks around the house a curious look on her face. "Don't you two have mafia don stuff to do?" The smirk I give her back is one of pure lust. "Oh, I have plenty of mafia don stuff to do. I will do all the mafia don stuff, and stuff it all right into your hot and wet pussy, Jenny." She moans as she wriggles her hips. I open our bedroom door and walk through, knowing my brother is right behind me and will close the door behind himself. Not that he needs to, there is no reason for anyone to enter our room.

That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't. Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something. I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him.

I just wondered how his brothers would be looking at us jealously. Marco increased his speed, he went wilder, making my pussy clench around him and weep as he filled it again and again. I could not hold back my moans and cries. This was a moment of sweet anguish. His hands found my throat, clasping it. The mafia mode activated. He was always so rough and I loved it. My mafia fucker!

My stomach was in knots, and my cheeks were burning with shame now that I was alone with the three men. If Mother learned that I hadn't dressed up for my initial meeting with Luca, she would lose it. I was wearing one of my favorite maxi dresses with elbow-length sleeves, and I was silently grateful for the coverage the fabric provided. I didn't know what to do, so I folded my arms in front of my torso. "I'm sorry for my brother and sister. They are..." I found it difficult to think of anything else. "Simple, Protective of you," Damon replied. His voice was smooth, powerful, and dispassionate. "This is Matteo, my brother."

Yet my cock twitched again at the memory of his mouth, his growl, his cum down my throat. I stood there alone in the kitchen for a minute, staring at the counter where he’d lifted me. The marble still felt cool under my palms. Shame washed over me, mixed with something darker and addictive. This was my stepbrother now. My mom’s husband’s son. And I had just let him, begged him, almost to use my mouth while they walked in the door.

He had a few of her pictures on his walls. His mind wandered back to the present. He was beyond shocked when he returned from college to find out that his half-brother was engaged to his crush. His stepmom had everything arranged. He was really heartbroken after seeing his crush in someone else’s arms. He knew his brother didn’t love her, but he couldn’t do anything. He was cheating on her. He wanted to warn her, but before he knew it, he was arrested for murder.

“How can someone be that cruel?” “To him, it’s not cruelty.” Tracy leans back, her gaze fixed on some distant point past me. “It’s business. He’s a mafia boss there’s no conscience there.” I look away, staring at the darkened window. My reflection hovers in the glass, pale and tense. “I’m from a mafia family too,” I murmur. “My brother… I can’t believe he would ever do something like that. At least, I hope he wouldn’t.” DAMIAN

Oh oh I’m cumming daddy! Buzz buzz buzz Jumping up I realize my alarm is going off rubbing my eyes and feeling a little disoriented. I started looking around looking for him. After realizing I’m alone in my bed I come to terms with it all as just a dream. A lovely exotic dream about my step brother Sebastian again. Not just my brother but a mafia boss. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep fantasizing about my step brother? He’s dangerous and kills people for a living. I’m not stupid I know what he does.

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.