Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

“Please,” I had heard myself saying, yielding. Something I swore never to do. I had begged the man I was supposed to hate at the moment to f u c k me. Like I was some hen in the mating season with not control whatsoever.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not right now that is. All I needed at the moment was the mind blowing, body racking release his fingers promised to give.

Luca slipped his fingers back into my p u s s y and I tightened around them in delight. I moaned at the feel of the welcomed penetration, unable to understand how something so wrong could feel so right.

Opening my eyes to his beautiful face, I nearly burned by the look in his strong gaze. The fierceness of it was so visceral and physical like a soft blow to my chest.

I had never been this affected by the look on a man’s face until now and my shameless folds expressed their agreement by clamping harder on his fingers.

A pleasured sound left both our lips.

“You’re so tight baby,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly stroked me, his pace building up with each stroke.

“Fuck you feel so damn good on my fingers.”

I sucked in a breath, my eyes rolling back in flutters as pleasure curled within me and around me, making me weigh light as paper.

Shivers shot up my swollen breasts but my blood was hot. I craved more, I was desperate for it and I would beg over and over just to get it. My hands raked into his hair and I ground myself on his hand, matching his forceful pumps as they drew out whimpers from me.

“Luca,” his name left my lips in a desperate cry. Saying all that I couldn’t say at the moment.

His other hand gripped my hips closer, pressing my form tighter to his taut and warm body. Glancing down, I watched as my sensitive nipples grazed his strong chest and I thrusted them even closer. The sweet, torturous sensation driving me to the edge.

His kissed my collarbone, my neck, my shoulder, all the while whispering graphic detailing of obscene promises to me. His words tightening that deep coil in my centre, his ministrations working my folds so hard my legs began to tremble.

I needed to come and I needed it now. “Please, I need…” I trailed off unable to finish the plea.

A deep, guttural sound reverberated in his chest and he stroked my walls deeper and so forcefully I was bucking and crying out.

He ate up the cries with his lips, making angry muffled sounds into my mouth as his tongue sucked deep on my mine. I returned the kiss with equal fervour and we devoured each other, our tongues performing a mating dance.

His thumb found my sensitive little bud and new waves of pleasure ran me over. A trickle of arousal dripped down my leg, I could feel a pressure building in my core, threatening to burst through.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Luca, I think I’m going- I think-”

Luca pressed tighter on my clit, swirling around it and working it to new electric heights.

“Yes baby. Come for me.” He growled into my ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe.

Come for me.

With that single command, my release spouted like a water spring and I was bucking and shuddering and trembling all at once as waves and waves of ecstacy shook me to the core.

Luca nuzzled my neck, holding onto me as I tried to regain control of my limbs and awareness of where and who I was, my entire mind utterly disoriented from the force of my come.

We stayed still for another minute and my sex freezed mind thinking about how warm and snuggly he felt.

I could tell he was staring at me but I was suddenly too interested in a spot on the carpet, not at all ready to meet his gaze and find the triumphant gleam I was sure was there. He had won after all.

I had begged him to f u c k me. Shamelessly too. How I was going to live with myself after this, I didn’t know.

I would book the next flight to the other side of the globe but my financial situation couldn’t afford me such liberty. I had to deal with the consequences of my action head on and it was that morning in his bed all over again.

The silence on his end was becoming too awkward to bear so I finally raised my eyes to his and the expression I found sent icicles down my spine.

He pulled away, his face pinched as a hand ran through his hair and a muscle ticked in his jaw.

He was regretting it. Realisation washed over me like cold water.

I waited for him to say something, anything to dissipate the thick cloak of awkwardness that now dominated the air but I was only given a passionate string of Italian curses.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up. But things like that stopped happening since the old testament so I had to escape the situation all on my own without the help of God and mother nature.

“Everyone’s probably wondering where we are,” I heard myself say and winced at how dumb I sounded.

“We should,” his low baritone reverberated into the space, making more tense than it already was. “But I think we have some talking to do first.”

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I quickly set to straightening up my decadent appearance, looking at everywhere but him.

“I should head back,” I smiled shakingly then without looking at him once, I made a beeline for the door.

My hands were clammy and shaky as I unlocked the door and dashed into the hallway.

He didn’t come after me and I was immensely grateful for it.

****

I plopped down on my single bed with a tired groan. Relief flooding through my body at being back in my space.

I checked my phone for the time, I still had an hour more before my night shift at the bar I worked began. It was going to be my first time at the job but I couldn’t muster any of excitement or anticipation. It was just a part-time waiting job anyway. One I wouldn’t be doing if a particular somebody didn’t kidnap me on my way to my biggest job.

My mind drifted back to what transpired in Manuel’s study and i buried my face into my pillow, regret and embarrassment forming an uncomfortable knot in my belly.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” My legs flailed in the air as I chanted the word.

I couldn’t believe I had repeated the same mistake twice. I let Luca Salvatore conquer my body once again.

A frustrated breath left my body. The man was my stepbrother for f u c k sake. We might not be related by blood but we were by law. But I had let him touch me in places most men didn’t touch. I had wanted it and begged for it rather shamelessly. I wished I had alcohol to blame this time but no it was all on me.

If only I hadn’t stupidly decided to make him jealous. If only, if only.

It was becoming a habit, this self sabotaging behaviour that only seemed to switch on whenever he was near. Luca wasn’t like any other man I’ve been with, he might be the most eligible bachelor in the entire Costra Nostra, but he was also the exact type of man mothers warned their daughters about.

The type that ruins a woman. Dangerous and off limits.

But will also give the best orgasms she’d ever experience.

I groaned aloud and pushed up my bed and I reminded myself that he was engaged, that he was my stepbrother, that he was the son of the man responsible for my father’s death and that I wanted nothing to do with the mafia world.

My eyes found my reflection in the mirror and my cheeks flared at the hickeys I found on my neck as I immediately suppressed the visceral memories springing up.

Where I craved stability, he was a typhoon, where I wanted sunshine, he was the storm. Getting involved with him would end up very badly for me with him walking out of it unscathed.

Desire and lust be damned.