Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Luca’s pov

Terror froze my lungs as I realized what Cara was doing.

“Cara.”

She ignored me and continued to make trips to our shared walk-in closet, holding new batches of clothes with each trip then dumping them on the bed.

My heart tripped with panic when she came out with her beat up duffel this time.

My voice was barely audible. “What are you doing?”

She began stuffing clothes into the bag. “What does it look like Einstein? I’m leaving.”

No.

I didn’t think, I dashed for her to take it from her.

“Let fucking go!” She screamed as we wrestled for the old bag.

“You won’t.” I forced out of my dread clogged throat. “I won’t let you. You belong here with me.”

She fought hard for the bag, eyes red with rage, her tearstained cheeks flushed with angry heat. “Well I don’t agree with you Salvatore. I’m leaving and there’s nothing you can do to make me stay.”

Her hair was completely out of the loose up-do she had and the curls fell wildly to her back, her chest rose and fell heavily, her nostrils wide as she breathed fumes, her lips were turned up in a sneer, her entire body trembled with anger.

She was an angry goddess.

Irrespective of the situation, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of awe and desire. Something leaped in my chest as well as my pants.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let go of the bag.” She growled.

“Cara, you need to relax.”

“I’d rather bash your head in. Now let go.”

I pushed out a deep sigh of frustration. “What the fuck can I do to make you believe me huh?”

Her voice was impassive. “Nothing.”

My jaw tightened. “Nothing?”

“Nothing you say would make me change my mind. I refuse to be with a man that sees me as nothing more than a whore, a regular fuck to take off the edge. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m tired and I hate you too much to stay.”

Her words might as well be a bullet from a shotgun for how ruthlessly it blasted through my chest, leaving a gaping hole of pain.

I wanted to convince her otherwise, I wanted to tell her that I was in love with her, that she was my first and would be my last. I wanted her to know that she came first before all else and I couldn’t live without her.

I wanted to say all of this and more but I couldn’t find the words. Another very important moment that I needed them but they failed me. It was devastating.

Cara let out a scoff, one that I felt down to my bones. “That’s what I thought.” She whispered, pulling her bag from my hands. Obviously misreading my inability to speak.

I watched as her eyes dulled into resignation. Her shoulders were slumped, her stance no longer offensive, the fire had left her and it sent me on a new wave of dread.

I could take her anger, I could take her fire but whatever this was, I couldn’t take it. It gnawed at me and made me suffocated with fear.

The heart I thought I didn’t have, was now aching like a bitch and leaving me hollow.

I stood transfixed, watching as she finished packing, at loss on how to fix this. I’ve never been in a situation like this. A situation where I had to convince someone to stay. My world has always been straightforward, everyone knew what it meant to leave and when it came to women, I was the one doing the leaving.

This was new and I didn’t know how to go about it. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, I’d already done it once and had gotten slapped for it.

Cara zipped up her back and looked back at me, giving me a look that screamed “farewell”. “Goodbye, Luca.” She said then tried to push past me.

In that millisecond, I imagined what it’d be like if I let her walk away. I imagined my life after she’s gone, a future without her, and all I saw was darkness. My body sprung into action.

I grabbed her waist and pressed her into me. I might be unable to find the right things to say but I’d be damned if I let her go.

Never seeing her again, well it was never going to happen.

“What are you-” her next words were captured by my lips.

She squirmed in my arms, refusing to open up for me, shoving against me, fighting against my kiss, desperate to get away.

I won’t give it to her.

I fisted a hand into her hair and held her head steady, then I tried again, pouring my own desperation into the kiss. The desperation to communicate what words couldn’t.

This time, she parted her lips and let me thrust my tongue between. She let me drink from her, hold her, as we made muffled sounds into the kiss, our bodies pressed tightly together.

Fuck, I felt like I was going to combust, this kiss it was nothing like I’ve ever known. I was scorched naked, left completely bare and raw.

I sucked hard on her tongue, saying all that my infuriating ass couldn’t say with my bruising lips.

It was the only way I could think of. The pleasure I could give her was the only hold I had over her. I didn’t own all of her like she did me so I was desperate to use her desire to my advantage. I was going to kiss her will to leave away.

I palmed her ass, squeezed her hips, rubbed her everywhere. She moaned into me, kissing me back with a vicious passion, and a burst of heat flared inside me.

This woman was my life, there was no question about it. I was incomplete without her and if I had to spend the rest of my life proving it to her then so be it. First, I had to make sure she stays.

Lifting her, I carried her to the bed, not once breaking the kiss even as we dropped to the mattress.

I pushed her legs apart, rolling up her sexy dress all the way to her waist. Her sheer, lacy thong was already soaked, the sweet scent of her wafting into my nose.

A deep moan tore out of her when I rubbed her through the flimsy material, her hips following my movements. It made me eager to drive her wilder.

I shifted the thong to the side and thrusted a finger into her, grunting as her walls instantly closed down on it.

“You want this don’t you? You’re always ready for the pleasure I can give you.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.” She said with a breathy gasp, rocking herself on my finger.

I added a second one, her soppy pussy making sexy noises as I worked her harder.

“Oh fuck!” She groaned.

“Do you hate me now?”

She made a mewling noise, her hands gripping tightly on the sheets. “Yes, I hate you.”

I pumped into her harder. “But you love my hands.”

Another incoherent sound resounded within her, her lips pressing together defiantly.

My thumb found her sensitive bud and flickered it. “Answer me, bambina.”

“Yes,” she groaned out. “I love your hands but I hate you. I love your c0ck but I despise you.”

Her words made me incensed with anger and heavy arousal. I was determined to have her saying something different by the time I was done with her.

She groaned again when my fingers left her needy pussy and I drew satisfaction from it. She might hate me but she still wanted me and that was a good thing.

She wasn’t completely done like she claimed.

I began to take off my pants, intentionally slow with my pace as I ate up the tortured expression on her face.

“Salvatore, if you don’t fucking-” her words died out as my c0ck sprang free and she unconsciously licked her lips greedily.

I began stroking myself, growing hotter from the shameless desire darkening her blue gaze. Fuck, the woman was sexy. Just a look from her and I was ready to combust.

I began stroking myself faster. “Show me how much you love this c0ck baby. Beg me to give it to you. It’s yours as long as you promise to have all of me.”

“I’d rather chew on nails.” She said, even as she licked her lips again.

My dick was now pulsing with need for release but I didn’t want to come until I was buried deeply in her heat. “You can only come if you do Cara.”

A devious smile slowly spread across her beautiful face. “Wrong.” She said and before I knew what was happening, she had reached up to grab my aching c0ck.

I hissed sharply, instinctively leaning into her magic touch. My c0ck in control of my thoughts.

Cara maneuvered me with the agility of a feline, switching our position so that I was now beneath her. She straddled me and continued palming my erection. Leaning down to whisper in my ear, she purred, “It’s your turn to beg me.”

I nearly had a stroke when she began to grind her soaked pussy on me.

“Fuck!” I growled.

“Oh,” she moaned, shuddering slightly as she rubbed her clit over my strained head, making a fresh mess all over me.

Her eyes rolled back as she pressed herself against the tip, her head tilting back with a pleasured whimper. She squeezed her still clothed breasts, pinching her straining nipples, her hips rotating over my head.

I burned with the need to impale her on my c0ck, to thrust into her over and over again until she squeezed every lady drop of cum from me. I would go completely mad if I didn’t have her now.

I raised my hips to enter her but she hiked out of reach.

“Cara,” I warned, my voice tight.

“I told you Salvatore, it’s your turn to beg.”

“Don’t test me.”

She went ahead and did just that by pushing down on my tip and pulling back up.

An animalistic growl tore out of me.

“Seems like you need this more than I do.” She purred even as she rolled harder against me.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

Her eyes snapped open to look down at me. “You’re wrong. This means nothing. Even if we stop now, I could always get release elsewhere, maybe from Cadain. I’m a light skirt after all.”

A blend of acute jealousy and self loathing punched its way into my chest. I winced as I remembered the utterly stupid thing I’d said.

“Cara-” I began to apologize but she was teasing me again by taking in my head and pulling out.

“You could always get yours from Valentina. You guys are meant to give yourselves a lifetime of orgasms after all but I assure you Salvatore, you’d never feel half of what I make you feel. I’d go about whoring and making new experiences, totally over you but you’d be miserable without me.

“If I ever get bored, I might just settle down and marry Cadain or anyone-”

I grabbed her hips and slammed her down on me.

Pleasured groans left both our mouths and we both reveled in the toe curling feeling of her fully impaled on my c0ck. Her snug walls cocooned my length, hot and tight.

With a ragged breath, I said, “You are never going to be with anyone that’s not me. Whether you like it or not.”

Not giving her any second to come up with a retort, I began to thrust upwards into her. Hard and fast.

Cara cried out and began to match my pace.

“Yes, baby. Ride me. Ride my fucking c0ck.” I growled, my lungs tightening up.

She moved faster, encouraged by my words, her slick, soppy cunt commanding my pleasure and demanding hers.

I tucked further into her when my cock nearly slipped out of her slippery heat, my hands digging tighter into her flush hips to hold her down, control her frantic movements.

Her hands slid up into my hair and tugged hard on it, her eyes rolling back as pleasure built up between us. “Yes, yes, oh yes, Luca.” She moaned.

Joy exploded within me at the mention of my name and I suddenly realized how much i missed hearing her say it. I took it as a sign of hope, a sign that she was thawing.

“Yes, baby. Say my name again.”

She doesn’t and I thrusted up into her harder. “Fuck, Luca! Luca… do that again, please.”

She didn’t have to beg again, I was willing to oblige her every desire. I pushed into her in the same manner and she whimpered loudly.

“There! There! Keep fucking me like that.”

I slammed hard like a beast, dirty noises filling the quiet, my pace wild and frantic as all control faded from me. I was all need and lust, with a single purpose of getting us to cloud nine.

“Look at me baby.” I ground out and when she did, my heart torched up in flames.

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking.” I whispered with a softer emotion.

I love her, so much that it burned and hurt and caused me to free fall. I loved her with all of me, my heart was full of her.

Nothing else mattered when she looked at me like this. Everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us. She leaned further into me, her hot breath against my mouth, our clothed chest grazing against each other.

I tried to kiss her but she pulled back, giving me a strange look. One I wasn’t able to process because she started convulsing around me, contracting and pulsing as a cry wrenched deeply from her core, her eyes fluttering back.

One more thrust and I was following her, my body rattling from the feel of her shattering around me, ecstasy exploding behind my eyes. Spurts of release shot into her and she doesn’t stop milking them until the very last drop.

She collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, her body damp with sweat like mine was. I felt her juice trickling down my hip and it made me want her again.

I flipped her over, smiling darkly at the surprise in her eyes. “We’re not done here.” I drawled before going down on her to wring out another orgasm from her.

I took her to shower and fucked her again and again in the walk-in closet as we were about to get dressed into comfortable clothes. We had dinner next and I was beyond elated when Cara offered to pour us some wine. It bolstered my hope. However, I excused myself to lock away her bag just in case.

I brought her back to the bed after we were done eating and was content to pull her into me and hold her as deep sleep washed over me.

I didn’t wake up until the next morning and when I sought Cara out, I realized with sinking dread that she was gone and so was her luggage and my Glock 19.