Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I looked at the way her brows furrowed and she swallowed hard. She flinched when she heard my voice but that’s only because she was doing something wrongg.

“Hmm?” she mumbled and shook her head. “Sorry, I just thought you asked that.”

“You look nervous,” I pointed out. “Is there something you’re trying to do, hm?”

She shook her head in disapproval so I took a step forward and stretched my hands waiting for the keys.

She looked at her hands and then back at mine. “Uh, this? I can bring it in for you if you want. I just feel like taking a moment outside to feel the cool breeze and-”

“The keys,” I said before she could finish talking and she frowned.

“Common Luciano! It’s just for a few minutes. I won’t even be long and you know we-” she paused to catch her breath when she saw I wasn’t getting moved by her talks.

“I don’t have this time,” I said and grabbed the keys from her hands. I walked away to the room but she followed me.

I could tell Tiffany was ready to nag and argue with me throughout the day for not letting her go outside.

I sighed and turned to the table. There, I saw the bags and so I picked it up and turned in Tiffany’s direction.

“Here,” I said. “Try it out.”

She frowned. “What’s this?”

“A dress. Take it and wear it,” I said. She looked at me and I knew what was coming next.

“No,” she responded blatantly. “I’m not wearing that dress,”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look,” I told her. “I want you to wear the dress and that’s why I got it for you.”

“You want me to wear it right?” she asked again like that wasn’t what I’ve been ringing out loud.

I gave a small nod because I was sure as hell tired of repeating the same lines over and over again.

“Fine,” she said and gave a nod. She took the dress from my hands and walked toward the door. I could guess that she wanted privacy to change so I didn’t bother to ask or stop her. I watched her walk away through the door and slammed the door behind her.

I stood there waiting for her to return dressed. I couldn’t stop picturing her in that dress. I knew it would look better on her than it looked on the mannequin because Tiffany had a perfect body.

I was still standing there when I realized Tiffany was not yet. I frowned and then walked to the door. “Tiffany!” I called.

“Tiffany???”

There was still no response and that made my voice louder. “Tiffany!!!!”

I walked straight to her room and stopped in front of the door. I tried to open the door but Tiffany already locked the door from inside. I pushed the door in an attempt to open the door but it was still not working.

“Open the damn door!” I yelled. I wasn’t surprised because it was something Tiffany always did. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and knocked on the door again.

“Listen to me Tiff, open this door now!!”

“Open this door or I’ll be forced to break it down,” I threatened and continued hitting the door. When there was still no response, I used my leg to kick the door. “One last time, Tiffany. I’m going to break this door if you don’t open it.”

The door squeaked open and Tiffany came out. “I just want to get something outside,” she said. “That’s all I want to do Luciano.”

I looked at her and a furrow appeared between my brows. She was still dressed in her tank top and shorts. She held the gown in her hands but she didn’t look like she had plans of wearing the dress.

“Look,” Tiffany said. “I’m really sorry that I tried to sneak out of the house. I’m sorry okay? I just wanted to go out.”

“The dress,” I said ignoring everything else she said. “Wear the dress, Tiffany.” This time around my voice was stern and she could see that I wasn’t joking with her anymore.

“I don’t want to wear it,” she said. “I am not wearing it.”

I paused and held my hands in a firm ball. “Do you want to go out, Tiffany?”

“Okay fine. I’ll wear it if you let me go out. That’s a deal Luciano. Right? Yes, we can do that.”

“I’ll let you go out if you have a reasonable reason to go out.”

She looked at me and gave a nod. “Fine, excuse me so I can dress up.”

She had a small smile tugged on her lips so I could tell the deal may be favouring her. “Sure,” I mouthed and turned to leave the room.

I felt an itch in my throat and decided to get a beer. I turned and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass but I paused when I saw the exact wraps again.

I raised my brows and wondered what they were. I lowered my stance and picked it up. I checked the bin and saw two unused tampons. I walked back to the room and there she was.

My jaw dropped and my mouth slightly opened at the sight of her. “The dress-” I blurted. “It’s so beautiful and you-you look damn beautiful, I feel like I should eat you.” I was being honest. She looked like a snack on that clothe and all I could think of was to eat her.

“No no,” she said shaking her head. “Remember the deal.”

“So tell me. Why do you want to go out?”

She looked at me and heaved. “I want to go out Luciano and besides, I am on my period and I need pain relief.”

I sat on her bed and looked at her. “Prove it.”

She frowned. “Prove what?”

“Prove that you are on your period,” I told her and maintained eye contact.