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

He held my waist firmly, thrusting up into me so hard that the fullness inside me made my entire body ache.


“F.uck,” he gasped, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, collapsing onto him as he groaned, trapping me in his arms. Our body heat was overwhelming, making my head spin.


He kept thrusting relentlessly, sweat forming a thin layer on my back. The heat made it hard to breathe, and I bit into his arm to try to stay conscious.


He paused for a moment, then bent one leg to support us both, standing up while I clung tightly to his neck. His d.ick stayed buried deep inside me as he lifted me.


“Relax a little,” he said, slapping my a.ss lightly.


Then he started walking, every step pushing him deeper inside me.


“Ugh... mmm...” I couldn’t help but clench my thighs as the sensation of his movements sent shocks through me. He was f.ucking me as he walked up the stairs.


86 Making Love