When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion.
Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life.
He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe.
I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go.
“My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.”
I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine.
“No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

Falling for My Mafia Stepbrother

When I started struggling, I realized how much of a disadvantage it was to have my hands tied. Something felt wrong, but I had no time to dwell on it. Seeing my bound state seemed to bring a satisfied expression to his face.


His fingers entered me again, the calluses on them rubbing against my most sensitive parts, sometimes deliberately pressing down. The pleasure slowly climbed higher, and I began to tremble uncontrollably, making unfamiliar noises.


“Bastard... Marco... please, let me go... no...”


He ignored me, continuing to work his fingers. His head was buried between my breasts, licking and sucking. My stomach tightened, and my core contracted rapidly as a wave of sensation took over me. I shivered, my hips arching high.


After the c.limax, I felt like I was floating on clouds, weightless and disoriented. He finally withdrew his fingers, not making any further moves.


38 The Second Time Making Love