Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Luca’s pov

“I see you’ve already gotten her to move in with you.” Dominic said the moment he stepped into my office.

I sighed. Of course he ran into Cara on his way here. A woman as inquisitive and curious as she was would not have been cooped up where I’d left her. “I hope you were nice to her.” I said dryly, not looking up from my laptop.

Dominic sank down on one of the chairs in front of my desk. “I didn’t send her running to you in tears, did I?”

That got me to look at him or more accurately, glare at him.

The bastard smirked.

I went back to the boring spreadsheet report I was reading and I’d only gone through a single column before my spine stiffened. “Where the hell is Santino?”

Dominic leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. “Probably hitting it off with your blonde chick.” He said with so much indifference I wanted to punch his pretty face.

“And you let him?”

He threw me a lazy look. “Why? Afraid she’s going to discover he’s more fun and dump your ass?”

I might just straight up kill him at this point.

I sprang out from my swivel, ignoring Dominic’s low chuckle as I marched to the door. I was greeted with Santino’s devilishly handsome face the second I swung it open.

“Hey, don. Hope you-”

My fist connected with his jaw.

He toppled a step back, his hand flying to where my fist had landed. “What the fuck!”

“The things women do to men.” Dominic’s irritating voice piped behind me.

In a way, he was right. I was overreacting. Cara and Santino might have just engaged with nothing more than small talk. But it didn’t stop me from being pissed that they did, that Santino had the balls to even look at her. The feeling was irrational but there was no rationality where Cara was concerned.

A dark edge crept into my voice. “Interact with my stepsister again and I will fucking kill you.”

Santino spat blood on my fucking carpet. “Jeez man. What’s gotten into you?”

“I think it’s the other way around. You get into a nice ass, the nice ass doesn’t get into you.”

I shut my eyes, a vein popping in my head. “Dominic, shut the fuck up.” I ground out at the same time Santino asked, “Why are we talking about ass?”

Dominic leaped up from his languid position and straightened his suit jacket. “Whenever you guys are ready, we can get to business.”

I spared him a hard glare, then Satino, before I took aggravated steps back to my swivel chair. The two men followed after me, occupying the seats at my desk.

“You still owe me an apology.” Santino grumbled and I ignored him.

So did Dominic. “So, the men caught lurking around your girlfriend- er… stepsister’s apartment have been identified as Polish soldiers.”

I quelled the treacherous leap in my chest at the word girlfriend. It was what Cara was to me after all, the only problem was getting her to accept it too which was hard because she seemed to be with me solely for the great sex we have. The familiar prick I felt whenever the thought came to me, punctured my ribs mercilessly, my mouth filling with something bitter.

“It looks like they want to do one last damage before they are completely forced out. Your stepsister might be the target.”

A cold sensation crawled down my throat and burst into something violent and protective. I’d burn the world before I’d let them get to Cara.

Santino cranked his chair closer. “Why would they be after the chick? She’s not even a mafia princess.”

Dominic’s gaze bored into me and I glared right back. Santino instantly caught on.

“Fuck! You’re screwing your own stepsister? Isn’t that a violation of the ten commandments or some shit?”

I threw him an exasperated look. The fucker had more blood on his hands than most men, who made him the moral judge?

His hand came up to his bruised jaw thoughtfully. “Things suddenly make sense.” A mock frown appeared on his face. “Such a pity, we really vibed well.”

Darkness crept into my lungs and I was filled with murderous intent. “Shut your ass up or I’d make you do so forever.”

Santino gave a devious smirk but he didn’t speak again.

I tugged hard at my tie, it was suddenly too tight. “We need to accelerate our plan. Double the number of our soldiers on the street, send out bounty hunters, contact the local police officers on our side. I want every dispersed Polish mobster hunted to extinction.”

Now that their seat of authority was destroyed, the lap dogs were running around loose and wild. I’d come up with a detailed plan on how to finish up the job of expunging them but now they were after Cara and I needed to speed things up.

“Got it.” Dominic nodded.

We spent the next hour and a half going over other issues that needed to be addressed then came up with a preparation plan in case the bratva pops up with another attack. Santino was given a new task to take out the next polish bastards to sneak around Cara which meant he’d need to be hovering around and I didn’t like that one bit.

“What are you doing about Rocco and Alesky still locked up in the basement?” Dominic asked when we were done.

Satino slung an arm behind his seat. “Yeah what about them? Can I take them out? Tell me I can take them out.”

“Calm your trigger happy fingers.” I said. “They’re mine to handle.” I purposely kept them there all these days to drive them mad with trepidation. I want them to suffer mentally before I get started on making them suffer physically.

Santino’s sigh was dramatic. “I was really looking forward to a good kill.” He muttered like we were talking about fucking bird hunting and not about humans.

I knew I was the last person in the whole universe to judge himwhat I’d planned for the fuckers was way worsebut the hitman occasionally said things that threw even me off.

Cara was nowhere to be found by the time we moved downstairs. I took a glance at my watch, it was well past 9pm and she had probably gone to bed.

My bed.

My body thrummed alive. Cara was here, in my house, in my bed. And I would get to see her beautiful face every night and every morning, sink inside her whenever, hold her, smell her, hear her. I had no idea how I was going get any work done now she was here, willing to let me fuck her if I asked.

Fuck.

“Also,” Dominic started right when we got to the elevator doors.

My lips pressed together with impatience while Santino rolled his eyes hard. The consigliere always had something to say at the very last minute.

“Aidan McKell has been asking for a meeting.”

My face tightened into a frown as I already knew why.

Dominic’s expression told me that he did. “So you’re really going to call it off?”

My nod was immediate.

“Call off what?” Santino asked.

“The wedding.” Dominic replied flatly.

The hitman’s nose scrunched up in confusion. “You know what? You guys carry on, I’d just get busy with texting my next lay.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m too lost for this bullshit.”

I was now Dominic’s sole focus. “This could affect the alliance we have with the Irish.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I had considered the outcome a thousand times in my mind and concluded I didn’t give a fuck if it does. The alliance with the Irish is not my most profitable nor is it my most valued.

Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose before asking. “Is she that important?”

I let the question marinate in my mind and the answer was yes. Yes she was, and with each passing day, she becomes even more important.

However, I didn’t give him this answer.

I bounded back and jogged up the stairs the moment the elevator doors slid close, my heart thundering in my chest as I drew closer to my bedroom. It was like the feeling you get when you’re approaching home after a long, exhausting day, which was crazy because I was already home.

My eyes instinctively flew to the bed the second I stepped into the room, taking in Cara’s lying form. She laid on her side, her back to me, wearing nothing but a tube top and lacy panties, the duvet tossed aside. My c0ck thrummed to life in my pants, fuck she was so sexy. So hot she consistently torched a fire to my entire being.

Not taking my eyes away from her, I took off my watch then my shirt, my pants following right after. I paused for an indecisive moment then dropped down my briefs.

This was a process that I only did in my walk-in closet and I have done it consistently for years. It was practically a habit.

But I’d just broken that habit and that was because Cara wasn’t in the walk-in closet. She was here in the room. In my bed.

My blood grew hot and so did my c0ck.

I slipped into the bed, taking care to be gentle and calm so I don’t wake her. And then I laid there unmovingly, staring at the beautiful back of her body. I didn’t touch her even though I badly wanted to, to the point that it hurt.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I did my best to contain myself and my burning need for her.

I failed.

Moving closer to her, I winded my hand underneath her body and pull her softly into me, fighting a groan at the feel of her ripe butt pressing against my aching c0ck.

Fuck!

I stroked down her arm, down her hips and back up. I knew I should let her sleep peacefully, that she might be tired from the ordeal her landlord put her through but if I didn’t have her tonight, I would die.

Selfish, I know. But that’s how badly I needed her. She was a drug and I was her addict.

She let out a soft moan when I grazed the space between her closed legs and it emboldened me. I slipped my hands between her lush thigh and stroked and her rewarding moan warmed my body.

“Luca,” she whispered and it was pathetic how thrilling it was to hear her say my name. The four letter words had never sounded better.

“Yes? Bambina.” I said, sliding my fingers further up her legs to heat.

She parted them to give me more access and I almost went wild when my fingers slid into her panties and touched something sticky.

She was wet for me. Her pussy, mine.

I groaned and pressed into her neck, biting softly as I attempted to rein in the beast inside me that fought to break free.

“Touch me some more.” Cara commanded breathlessly and I obliged her.

I dipped into her wet heat, stroking her, rubbing her, pinching her.

She jerked with a groan and into my dick and I fought myself from flipping her flat on her back and moving between her legs.

I ripped the fucking panties and my sexual frustration was channeled into my ministrations, my fingers pumping into her with zero restraint. .

“Oh, yes!” Cara cried, squirming around my hand.

I hiked her top leg apart to go even deeper and she was content with hanging the sexy limb in the air. My tongue licked behind her ear and she angled her head back to kiss me.

The kiss was messy, sloppy and unhinged.

Cara came in shatters, convulsing around my fingers and I hissed sharply as her butt jiggled into my bulge. I couldn’t wait anymore, I drove into her still coming pussy.

She yelled and I roared in pleasure, taking on an immediate fast pace, my lifted hips slapping into her ass with uninhibited thrusts.

“I’m insane for you.” I said gruffly against her ear before nipping it. “You rip my control, you drive me mad with need for you.” I grabbed under her hanging leg, my hands biting into the skin of her inner thigh.

“You drive me crazy yourself.” She admitted in a moan.

My thrusts grew even rougher. “I know, baby. But it’s not enough, not even a fraction of what you do to me, what you’ve done to me.”

“Luca-” Cara whimpered.

“I’m going to ruin you like you ruined me. I’m going to make you live for me like I live for you.” My hand underneath her slipped into her tube and pinched her nipple and her cry of pleasure refracted into my feral c0ck.

Fuck, it felt like I was about to explode into bits. I was raging hot and all the cells in my body danced with something greater than lust. Something suspiciously close to what I’d been certain I’d never feel, never succumb to.

Cara began to jolt off the bed as she chased her orgasm, dating closer to the fireworks of pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She yelled and I slammed into her even harder.

Her orgasm came in ripples and with a scream, my thrusts remained consistent, my dick pulsing with the feeling of her orgasmic walls contracting around it.

I came with a force, an animalistic sound tearing from the depth of my core.

Our release carried on for a couple of seconds and I kissed Cara all through the crackling bliss.

“It’s all you, no one else.” The words slipped out of my mouth. I felt Cara freeze against me, waiting for me to take it back, to apologize and tell her it was my sex hazed mind talking.

I never did.