Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

I should be highly concerned. He’d sniffed my panties right in this restaurant where everyone could see us. I should be scared that someone had indeed seen him do that but I wasn’t.

It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and it was taking all of me not to reach across the table, jump into his lap and beg him to fuck me.

Mouth gaping open, I watched him tuck away the underwear in his jacket, completely put in trance of desire.

I didn’t move when he signaled for the waiter nor did I move when he squeezed a couple Benjamins into his hands and told him something I didn’t catch on. I didn’t move when the waiter disappeared briefly then reappeared and whispered something to Luca. The only muscles moving were the ones between my legs, my thighs were in a permanent flex, the flesh pulsing wetly at their juncture. Begging for him to thrust his c0ck between them and pound me until I’m screaming and bucking and his cum is leaking out of-

“Cara,” Luca said firmly, bringing me back.

“Huh?” I said dumbly, my cheeks flaming with heat as I noted that the waiter had left once again.

Luca’s chuckle was amused but it was also hoarse. He regarded me heatedly for a few seconds before shutting his eyelids as he let out a low curse in Italian.

When his eyes trained back on me, they were blazing with need. “Follow the path behind you, it’d lead you to a patio. Wait for me there.”

My nerves went into overdrive and I found myself rising to my feet automatically. Giving him one last glance, I did as he ordered. Hoping my legs wouldn’t give out before I could get to the patio.

I was a horny mess as I made my way down the corridor and out into the rear outdoor space. A large tree stood rooted in the center, casting a dark shade over the place, the lights hanging on the branches were almost useless with their dim glow. The low availability of light coupled with the thick shrubs half surrounding the place gave it a clandestine aurathe perfect place for a tryst between lovers.

The moment Luca joined me, I knew. My skin prickled with icy goosebumps, the hairs on my nape lifting on end. I didn’t have to turn back to know how close he was, I could feel it. Feel his heat pressing into my back and curdling my bones and making me shudder ever so lightly. When he spun me around and crushed his lips to mine, I combusted.

We kissed violently, his lips moving over mine in a frenzy. I swallowed his taste like it’s the only thing I needed to survive.

Luca sucked hard on my tongue like it’s nectar from the gods, groaning into my mouth. Big hands found my hips, moving across my ass, up to the sides of my breasts and back down. His erection digging into my belly.

I felt him everywhere, but I wanted more. I wanted more than his hot body pressed against me, his hands all over me.

I needed him fused to me.

“Luca,” I whispered, not knowing when I began to grind against him.

Luca pressed harder against me and we danced to the wall, my back hitting the sturdy bricks. We were now completely shrouded by the large branches of the tree but the dim lighting provided enough light to make out the features of Luca’s handsome face. Enough to make out the starved look in his eyes.

“My balls have been rock hard since the moment I sighted your perfect tits snug tightly together in this dress.” He rasped, palming the side of my boob.

I leaned into his touch, making a whimpering sound when he pinched my nipple.

“All I could think of after that was emptying myself into you.” He reached for the hem of my dress and wrenched it up.

I sucked in a gasp when the chill breeze slapped across my bare pussy, unconsciously clenching my legs at the stimulating feeling.

Luca wrenched them apart with his knee. “Put me inside you.” He ordered.

I reached for his fly immediately, my hands shaky with anticipation as I took out his erection and guided it to my folds.

Luca pushed all the way in with one swift thrust.

I bit down on the loud whimper on the tip of my lips, white spots bursting behind my eyes at the sweet, familiar feeling of him filling me up.

Luca groaned, lifting one of my legs as he began to plug in and out of me, immediately taking on a frenzied pace. Deeply, so fucking deeply, the hot squelch of his c0ck filled up my drenched walls.

“I live for this.” He grunted. “I live for using your pretty little pussy like this, no matter where we are. We could be in the fucking desert and I’d still want to take you.”

I hang my leg higher around his waist, drawing him deeper as he continued to pound the fuck out of my pussy.

“I’d fuck you in a desert too.” I moaned. “I’d fuck you anywhere, even if it’s the freaking White House.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

My words spurred him faster, a sexy growl resounding through his thick body. His free hand found my breasts and roughly pulled them out from the V of my dress. And he watched with dark desire as they bounced up and down to the rhythm of his savage thrusts.

I ate up the expression, engraving it to my memory. When he looked back into my eyes, my throat cinched up like I was being choked. His eyes held a spark that set my soul on fire. They were clouded with wonder and gratification and possession.

Yes, I was his and he was mine. Nothing was going to tear us apart. Not the bratva’s leader, not the shadows from my past.

Nothing.

I could see the reflection of my resolution in Luca’s hard, domineering features and it caused my heart to expand with the infinite love I had for him.

“I love you,” I said between pants and I was rewarded with a deep thrust.

“I love you too baby.” Luca grunted as he rutted harder. “I love you so fucking damn much, it makes my heart squeeze and my brain freeze.”

That tipped me over the edge.

My orgasm was violent. Revolutionary. Healing. I went blind, my walls rippling and convulsing around him, milking him. Pleasure tore out of me in a flood, dripping down my inner thigh and onto the trimmed grass.

Luca doesn’t stop pounding into me as he watched me erupt around him with a combination of triumph and ownership. He fell against me, his forehead pressed against mine as he went on in a mindless, animalistic way, grunting and growling until finally, he climaxed and spilled himself into me. So full. So consuming.

Heating.

The waves were endless, so potent I could barely keep from screaming and I had to slap a hand over my mouth to trap the sound traveling up from somewhere deep, deep inside of me.

“Luca,” I muffled into my hand, slumping against him when the calamity ends, my heart knocking against my ribcage, rattling it.

We stayed like that another minute, just panting at each other before Luca reached into his jacket and pulled out my panties. I watched him fondly as he cleaned my thighs, my entire body sated and content.

“I don’t think I can wear that anymore.” I said, looking at the panties now smeared with my cum and his.

“You can’t. It’s no longer yours.”

“You’re going to keep it? That’s disgusting.” I said, even though my heart fluttered stupidly that he wanted to keep my used panties.

We returned to the restaurant soon after he decided I was clean enough, his hand a hot imprint of possession behind my back.

“Salvatore,” a masculine voice called when we were a couple of feet away from our table.

I turned first, my body going cold with fear that the voice belonged to someone who knew us.

I stiffened.

An unfamiliar man was staring at Luca with tight cordiality. He was older, probably in his late fifties. Average height with a rotund body shape. But he wasn’t the reason behind the tightness seeping into my shoulders.

Valentina stood directly behind him, eyes wide and glaring as she looked from me to Luca and back to Luca.

“Don Cortini.” Luca greeted dryly.

“What a surprise seeing you here.” Valentina’s father said.

“Likewise.”

“It’s a good thing as there are some urgent matters I’ve been wanting to discuss with you.” He looked at me and the coldness of his dark brown eyes made me shift on one foot. “We can talk now if it’s fine with you.”

Luca started to refuse but I tugged on his jacket. He looked down at me, his eyes searching and I gave him a smile that told him I was fine with it.

I might not know anything about the men of the Cosa Nostra but Mr Cortini looked like a very important person if the regal set of his shoulders and the permanent disdain in his expression was any indication. I didn’t want Luca to piss him off by refusing him, not that Luca would give a fuck to begin with but then again, I had a feeling he’d stand more to gain on the older man’s good side than on his bad side.

With a resigned set of his jaw, Luca nodded once and walked away first, leaving the man to FOLLOW after him.

I bit on my lips to keep myself from laughing. God, he was such an asshole.

My asshole.

“Why are you here with him?” Valentina wasted no time with asking the moment Luca and her father were out of earshot.

I faced him. “I don’t know why you think I need to explain myself to you, Valentina.”

“You’re with my fiance, of course you need to explain why you’re here with him.”

I rolled my eyes hard. The girl was delusional. “He’s not your “fiance” Valentina.”

“We’re getting married soon and you should really feel more threatened, you’re getting cast out on the street as soon as we do.”

“Dream on.”

“Don’t pretend to be confident because between the two of us, we both know I’m better suited being his Donna. Luca needs a smart, sophisticated woman to run his home and she’s not you.”

A smirk worked up my lips. “Funny because there’s not much to the task. Salma does pretty much everything around the house and as for the ones she doesn’t, well I and Luca take turns doing it. We’re pretty much doing fine without “a smart, sophisticated woman.”

Valentina blanched, her mouth opening and closing. “You’re living with him. You’re…”

I didn’t wait for her to find the rest of her words. “You keep harassing me because you know there’s nothing happening between you and Luca. Because you’re aware of how fast he’d shut you down and remind you of your place.”

Her eyes blazed even harder. “His father has given his consent to the marriage.”

A scoff pushed out of my lips. “His father? Since when did Manuel Salvatore start making decisions for Luca? You seem to forget but even the retired don is under Luca’s authority. Luca doesn’t answer to his father.”

Valentina regarded me in silent loathing, her nostrils flaring when she glanced down at the diamond necklace around my neck. A crease appeared between her perfectly plucked brows. “Enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

“If you think bringing you out of your delusion is me “enjoying myself” then so be it.”

Her smile could freeze a lake. “The only one being delusional here is you. You’re the skank thinking she’s been chosen. You have nothing to offer him other than your used body. What could you do for him if he encounters trouble in the mafia? What can you do to aid him with the current war? Marrying me would guarantee the defeat of the Bratva but what about you? The only thing you can do is warm his bed.”

Her words cut deep into me, hurting because regardless of how harsh they were, there was an element of truth in them.

What could I offer to Luca? I only had my love and like Valentina has so crudely put my body.

She stepped closer, leaning in until her lips were a few inches from my ear. “You’re useless to him.” She finished, twisting the knife all the way in.

I wanted to drag her by her hair.

“Cara.” Luca’s voice cut into my violent thoughts.

He and Valentina’s father had returned and he was looking from me to Valentina, a scary look on his face. He stepped between us, pining Valentina with the dark look before focusing on me, his face softening.

“Is everything okay?” He asked and I knew that if I said no, if I told him just what Valentina had said to me he’d rip her a new one. Right here in front of her father and anyone, make her regret what she said to me.

But I shook my head and put on a small smile. As much as Valentina deserved that, I didn’t want him having bad blood with her father. Their relationship seemed strained enough.

Plus, what Valentina had said wasn’t entirely wrong. I provided nothing in our relationship. I was indeed useless to Luca. It suddenly became clear why Dominic didn’t like me, why he’d been advising Luca to choose Valentina that day on the terrace.

“I do hope you think about my offer Don Salvatore.” Don Cortini said before walking away.

Valentina spared Luca and I one last furious glare then followed after her father.