Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Luca’s pov

There were only two things in life that could beat a man like me; a bullet through the heart and mother nature herself. Every other thing, I could and would overcome.

But, as I watched Cara get on her knees and crawl to me with the grace of a feline predator, and after careful reconsideration, it slowly came to me that there was a secret third and it came in form of the blonde man teaser with the body of a goddess and the wits of Odysseus.

My stepsister, Cara Torello.

She was now kneeling at my feet, peering up at me with those hypnotizing blue eyes that burned the hottest. I took in her flushed naked skin, her taut pink nipples, her small narrow waist and the sensual curve of her hips and I knew for certain that she was going to be my ruin.

And my redemption.

This five foot six of gorgeousness held the power to make or break me, a man with a vast army at his command, with world powers in my pockets. It was so ridiculous I could laugh.

I’d escaped death a hundred times but I felt like I could die from a fucking heart attack just by looking at her.

Gawd she was so beautiful.

My fingers tightened around her throat and the moan that hummed through her sent my blood rushing and pounding in my ears.

With my grip secured on her throat, I gently pulled her up and sat her on my lap.

She licked her lips in anticipation of the next order I’d give, her body trembling with eagerness.

My passionate little kitten.

She was ever responsive and ready for the pleasure I would give her, never held back from giving just as much as she received.

But all of that ended with sex. Outside it, she wanted nothing else from me. Not my love, not my care and especially not my help. Even worse, she refused to trust me and see that I wasn’t kidding about being different from the bastards she’s been with in the past.

I gave her all of me but only got a part of her in return. It made my heart burn and my throat constrict painfully. For the first time in my life, the woman I truly wanted, needed like my next breath, didn’t return the feeling.

I crashed my mouth to hers and the kiss was savage, forceful, almost frightening in its intensity. I wanted to crawl inside her soul through her mouth and build a nest there, mark my name. Cara’s hands wrapped around the back of my neck, her fingers scratching at my skin painfully. I groaned into her mouth, wanting her to mark me as well, leave physical reminders that I was hers.

My hands fisted her hair and held steady as I drank deep from her delicious mouth, eating up her little mewls of pleasure.

I feasted on her mouth with the urgency of a starving predator and when I finally released her, it was to come up for air. We stared at each other, panting, refilling our lungs with oxygen.

My words came out in choppy breaths. “Time for the next stage.”

Her eyes blinked repeatedly in confusion but I gave her no explanation or time to ask questions when I moved her off me, stood and headed to our walk-in closet.

When I returned a second later, she still had on a look of puzzlement.

I raised up the black tie I’d gone to pick. “Time to tie you up.”

She was doing that sexy thing with her bottom lip as I stalked closer but I could see the nervousness in her eyes.

I stood legs apart before her, my pointer finger coming up to trace her wet, swollen lips. “I wouldn’t do anything you don’t like, bambina. I need to know you’re certain about doing this.”

She worried her lips again. Gawd, she really needs to stop doing that.

“What if I won’t enjoy any of it? Even if I want it?” She asked in a croaky voice.

My gaze burned into hers. “You will.”

She gulped. “I guess this is it then.”

“Yes or no, baby.”

“Yes.”

She was flipped over immediately and I got busy with tying her wrists together, tight but not tight enough to cut off her blood flow.

“From now on, you’d only speak when I want you to but if something isn’t comfortable for you, you’d let me know by using the word red. If you like what I do, you say green. If you’re not sure, say yellow. If you need to speak, notify by saying sir.”

When she didn’t respond, I growled. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she rasped.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“Yes, sir.”

“Luca-”

I pressed her into the mattress. “Yes, sir. Bambina.”

A groan pushed out of her. “Yes… sir.”

“Good girl.” I said, smacking her ass cheek. It jiggled and I suppressed a grunt of arousal.

Pulling her all the way to the middle of the large bed, I positioned her until her ass was high up in the air, her legs spread apart. She wiggled, trying to support her weight on the bed with only her head and a shoulder since her hands were securely bound behind her back.

The sight of her naked body spread out on my bed like an uncovered main dish on a platter made me shake with feral need. I fucking wanted to have her, all of her.

I dropped down until I was face level with her luscious ass, licking my lips in anticipation.

Cara moaned when I swiped my nose down her ass crack but that was just the beginning of her moans. I was going to worship her behind, every inch of it. I was going to eat her out until she’s dripping wet with desire and begging for my c0ck.

But first…

I rose to my knees, rubbed her and-

Cara cried out at the sharp cracking contact of my hand on her ass cheek.

I smacked the second cheek this time and her jump is just as fulfilling.

My entire body was thrumming with something dark and thrilling, I wanted to draw out more screams from her. I wanted to have her ass fucking red and numb.

“Those were just a warm up.” I growled. “The next ones would be harder. Tell me if you want that.”

“Okay.” She whispered, wiggling her hips.

I smacked her again. “Use your colors.”

She whispered something incoherent before crying out. “Green.”

Dark satisfaction sailed through me and I didn’t hesitate to oblige her.

Cara squealed and squealed each time my rough palm connected with her already red, sensitive skin, squirming harder as the painful pleasure intensified. Her whole body trembled, her skin was damped with sweat, her pussy was already making a mess that trickled down her inner thighs.

It was driving me crazy.

I smacked her one more time, then gently stroked away the sting, waiting for the pain to fade away, stoking the pleasure of the next.

She cooed below, rubbing herself against my hand and my c0ck burned hot when her desecrated ass grazed it.

Fuck, the rush of adrenaline that shot through my body should’ve killed me.

“Ready for round two?” I grunted.

“Yes, sir.”

My next blow landed, even harder this time. But my little kitten welcomed it with a cry of pleasure, ever ready to take what I give her. My heart stirred with a blend of admiration and reverence.

She writhed harder, waiting for another.

Wanting another.

“Fuck, baby. You love this, don’t you? Me assaulting your willing ass.”

Her answer was a whimper and a push against my groin.

I gave her what she desired. “Let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

Crack.

“Is that a green?”

“Yes, sir.” She moaned. “Green.”

So I smacked and smacked seven more times, watching with flared nostrils as she grew even redder, restless, heated.

“Sir?”

I gently fondled her tender flesh. “Yes, bambina.”

“I think I’m going to come.”

My hand didn’t stop smoothening over her butt and then I dipped down between her cheeks, finding her drenched center.

“You don’t get to do that.” I warned with a drawl. “I’d decide when.” My pointer finger shoved into her heat.

She gasped aloud, moving wildly again as I swirled and twisted inside of her.

When she started to grind against my hand, my c0ck, I pulled away, loving her groans of protests as she pressed her face deeper into the sheets.

I might not be able to make her fall in love with me, yet, but I can make her yearn desperately for my hands and c0ck.

I pinched her clit, working it in the same torturous manner. I pulled into her, my other hand reaching to grab a breast.

She moaned, shuddering as I worked her clit and pinched her jutting nipple.

“Sir, please.” She begged on a cry.

“Beg again.”

“Please.”

The word reached into my chest and lodged itself right in the middle of my heart. “Fuck! Woman.”

I seized all my torture on her, fisted into her blonde curls and pulled her back then drove into her with a force.

A cry left her and a guttural rumble shook through me. I began to move with a surge of exhilaration that made my pulse take off at a thundering gallop.

I held her hair tighter, my other hand closing around her bound wrists and I rammed into her, loving as her pussy milked my thick, aching dick.

Cara screamed wildly below, pushing back to meet my savage thrusts.

“Do you like how hard I fuck your sweet cunt?” I asked in a voice I could barely recognize.

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

I yanked on her hair. “Sir, call me sir.”

“Yes, sir.” She cried.

I went faster, matching the building intensity expanding in me. It was only her, only her could turn me into a mad man like this.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “Take all of me, baby and let me take all of you.”

I pounded into her over and over, loving how my hips ground into her red tinted ass. Mine, she was mine and I will ensure it. I will break through her walls and tie her down with me. I will make sure she never gets to leave.

The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies, our pants, my grunts, Cara’s whimpers. It was like being in paradise.

No, it was paradise and I traveled so far into it, got so lost in the drowning weight of pleasure, that I almost missed the soft sounds of racking sobs.

My Cara, she was crying.