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 couldn’t hold back a moan. The teasing, the way he was toying with me, it was unbearable, leaving me in a state of wanting more. My eyes darted down to his cr.otch—his di.ck was already a massive bulge under his pants.


But he seemed unfazed, continuing to torment me.


I decided to take matters into my own hands—literally. My foot found its way to his cr.otch, pressing against him. He hadn’t expected that and sucked in a sharp breath.


Finally, I had found a way to mess with him, and I wasn’t going to stop. I flexed my toes lightly, feeling his c.ock twitch beneath my foot. The heat from him was almost too much, even through the fabric of his pants.


I didn’t notice the dangerous glint in his eyes as I kept pushing, determined to keep teasing him.


95 Too Deep