Taming My Mafia Stepbrother. Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat. "As much as I want to say no… you’re family. Go ahead." He shrugged—but his words cut deep. I didn’t know whether to be happy he considered me family, or disturbed by it… especially given the circumstances. "Are you working for the mafia too?" I knew I was crossing a line—talking about the mafia was as taboo as the feelings I had for my stepbrother.

I can’t just cut off a generational hate like this. I wrap the towel around my body, then freeze as I realize that I actually had no clothing here. Ah, fuck sakes! Walking over to the bed, I sit down and sigh at my pathetic predicament. From Mafia Heir to nobody, I’m sure all my stepbrothers are ecstatic as they might actually get a chance to take my place as my Pappa’s successor.

I asked him. His stride halted and he looked at me. "This is our city, Evara." He said and paused. I blinked in confusion and darted my eyes around. "Yes, I don't like this part of our land at night. It feels too spooky." I told him. His gaze remained fixed on me as he shook his head. "Your brothers!" He pointed his finger at himself. "Are. Mafia. The mafia, baby sister." He said with his calm deep voice.

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

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?”

I left out the specifics about who Dante was, sticking to generalities about a guy I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about—a guy who also happened to infuriate me at every turn. “Sounds like he’s in your head,” Sofia said when I finished. “You think?” I muttered, glaring at the ceiling. “So, what’s the problem?” I hesitated again, the words catching in my throat. Finally, I blurted out, “He’s my stepbrother.” There was a long pause. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Stepbrother?” “Yes.” “Like… related by marriage stepbrother?” “Yes,” I said again, my voice quieter now.

"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.

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him.

“I’m a Mafia Alpha. I don’t get the luxury of hobbies and I sure as hell won’t risk my mate’s life because she wants to dance for a crowd that includes bloodsuckers!” “But it’s the only thing I have!” I shouted, voice trembling. “You have the mafia, your titles, your empire. You fight, you make decisions, you command armies. And me? All I have is this one chance to do something that makes me feel alive. And you’re taking it away because of a truce you refuse to honor.”

“My cum dripping out of my little stepsister’s cunt. Should plug you up. Keep it where it belongs.” I clenched around his fingers. “Then do it. Fuck it back in.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Beg.” I smirked, even as my body trembled. “You first.” He laughed—dark, dangerous—and lined himself up. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, smearing our combined mess. “Say please, Mia,” he ordered. “Tell your stepbrother how bad you want his cock stretching you again. How bad you want him to breed you deep.”