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 held her close, pressing soft kisses to her nose as her body trembled slightly, her pupils dilated.


After a while, she calmed down, her arms wrapping around my neck as she nestled against me.


“No, it doesn’t. You know, Marco, there were moments when I thought I’d never wake up again.”


Her words tugged at something deep inside me, making my heart ache. I knew she wasn’t someone who always wanted to be intimate like this. I still remembered the way she resisted the first time we were together. Today, she clung to me during our lovemaking, and it was clear—it wasn’t just about the s.ex. It was her fear, her need for reassurance after everything that had happened to her.


I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, the warm water enveloping us both. After our time together, there was no emptiness between us, no hollow feeling. Instead, a warmth spread through the room, a deep connection that had never been this strong before.


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