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

I immediately stopped in shame, realizing that I was shamelessly indulging in s.ex.


“Why did you stop?” He sat up, holding me close, and peeled off the hardened red wax stuck to my back while I was dazed.


“Hiss—” It wasn't the same as when it first fell; now that it was cold, peeling it off wasn’t as painful as I thought, but it did sting a little, making my skin tingle.


“I don’t want to continue. Is it over?” Actually, what I meant to ask was, "Are you done with me?"


His sudden loss of control was too much for me to process. I didn't believe he would tell me what was really in his heart; this might just be something he wanted to fulfill during our one-week agreement.


Though it carried humiliation, the thought of soon being able to leave made everything more bearable.


As I tried to stand up, his hand gripped my waist tightly, pinning me down.


“How could it be over now? You feel satisfied, but I haven't yet.”


47 His True Confession