Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

Oxygen and the lack of it was the furthest thing from my mind as our tongues danced together. Everything about Luca’s mouth was forceful, demanding like he had something to prove. To me or to himself I didn’t know.

He claimed my mouth with a wild need, his desperation to conquer and possess evident in the way his lips sucked mine and his teeth clanged against mine.

He broke off the kiss and I took my first gulp of air in minutes although the feel on his teeth now grazing my neck threatened to steal it away from me.

“Did he make your skin flush like this?” He licked at the spot behind my ear, drawing a soft moan from me. I was so in over my head it took me a while to realize he was talking about blondie.

“Did he make you moan like you just did?”

A bite on my neck made me jerk and gasp, the sensation painfully delicious.

Luca grabbed my chin to meet his gaze and the dark look on his face sent a shiver through me. “Answer me, micetta.”

There was this rawness in his heart-stopping eyes that consumed me. The potency in them letting me in on feelings I was familiar with yet couldn’t explain.

I ached for his touch, longed desperately for his rough hands against my skin, burning and needy.

The force of his stare bored into my soul, he was still waiting for my answer and because of my self-destructive disposition, the irrational need to drive him mad, I said something he didn’t want to hear.

“Maybe.”

A dangerous fire pooled in his eyes before hardening like jagged steel. My lungs squeezed and so did the tightness between my legs.

“You’ll regret that.” He said and I didn’t doubt the iciness in his voice.

His hands roughly cupped my breast through the fabric of my dress, kneading then twisting an engorged nipple.

I cried in pain, the drawn out sound quickly hushed into a puff of dry air as his thumb soothed over the puckered dot.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

His hands disappeared under my dress and he sharply pulled it up to my waist. His gaze on my pussy licked me up like a furnace, I could physically feel his eyes on my skin, leaving hotness in their wake. I couldn’t help the rush of wetness that left me.

“Fuck,” Luca rasped as he watched my panties darkening with my arousal.

An embarrased heat stained my cheeks, he had yet to touch me but I was already wetter than I’d ever been with any man.

He dipped his head between my thigh and took long sniff, an animal like growl escaping his throat and reverberating through my pussy.

“You smell so fucking good, bambina.” He forced out, his hand digging into my hips as he continued to smell me. “You smell delicious and I can’t wait to taste you, to coat my c0ck in your scent.”

My chest was thumping faster now, heavier as his dirty words fanned my desire into a raging inferno. Uncertainty and fear had long left my body and all I felt was him.

“I need to see you naked.” He whispered harshly before grabbing my bunched dress. He pulled it up my chest and over my head.

My hands aided him, I was desperate for the feel on his hands on my naked skin.

He stared at my breasts filling out my red lacy bra, desire flaring his nose as he reached behind my back and undid the clasp. The straps slid down my shoulder and he roughly pulled them all the way down before discarding it across the room.

My skin flared as he watched the swollen flesh, his ability to make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world just from his gaze alone baffled me.

His hands closed over them and I sighed at finally getting his calloused touch on my bare skin.

“They’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His tone was low, almost reverent and it caused a myriad of emotions to burst inside me.

I closed my eyes and leaned into touch, rubbing my softness against the hardened surface of his palms. Ice speared through my blood when his lips found my nipple.

I moaned out his name, my head growing dizzy with pleasure. There was nothing gentle about his mouth and he sucked and bit and licked before moving to the next one.

My skin was now damp with sweat but a chill passed through me again and again as his hot mouth continued to assault my nipples.

“I fucking love your breasts,” he drawled on my nipple. “I want to bury my c0ck between their softness and fuck them until I come all over them.”

His words bounced around my lust clouded mind, a pulse throbbing between my legs. I was growing hotter with want, the need to satiate the stirring in my pussy threatened to consume me.

“Luca, please,” I choked on a whimper as he tugged on the sensitive bud with his teeth.

“Please what,” his deep voice breathed.

“I need your mouth on me.” The plea left my lips with no regrets.

A guttural sound tore out of his chest and two fingers hooked under my panties and ripped it apart.

My legs were shoved apart and he gazed down on my exposed flesh with eyes maddened by lust.

I watched his head dip down to kiss my inner thigh and my hips bucked in response. He nibbled on the skin with excruciating patience, ignoring the fiery need at my center.

I groaned in frustration, my hips following his touch, involuntarily trying to get him to my folds. Luca chuckled against me, ignoring my desperation.

When it felt like I’d go mad from his teasing, his lips closed in on my swollen flesh, sucking hard.

I arched off the bed.

“Be still,” Luca commanded, holding me in place with one hand on my stomach.

Whimpers after whimpers pushed out my lips as he drove me insane with his mouth.

“I imagined doing this a million times over,” he rumbled into my folds.

“I imagined sucking your clit like this,” he rasped before sucking down on the tightened bud and causing me to jerk.

“Oh my goodness,” I gasped.

“I always imagined fucking you with my tongue.” His tongue lapped at my dripping opening before driving deep into me with a torturing gentleness.

My fingers fisted the sheets, his ministrations setting a wildfire to my entire being.

His thumb pinched my clit and I bucked against him, thrashing around as I chased my impending release.

Fuck. He was good at what he was doing. My eyes rolled back, my lips parted as embarrassing sounds left them, every inch of my skin burned with lust.

I came with a violent shudder, ripples shot through me like I was being electrocuted. Luca doesn’t stop eating me up and tremors after tremors rocked my world upside down.

I arched off the bed as the last wave shook through me and I found myself crying out his name. His beautiful name that was both a plea and a curse on my lips.

I fell back on the bed with a limp thud, teaching my lungs the process of respiration all over again. Luca came up from between my legs, a dark smile on his glistening lips.

The sight of my juices on his mouth caused a stirring to start between my legs again.

He rose to his knees, his eyes holding mine as he worked at the fly of his pants.

I stared, cheeks reddened, as his erection poured out of his pants, bulging and thick with need.

For me. My heart did a traitorous leap.

He leaned back down, his movement resembling that of a big cat. My thigh pressed into him and he let out a strained breath that emboldened me.

I reached out and cupped the pulsing flesh and a stiff shudder coursed through him. It pleased me immensely.

“You look like you could use some help,” I whispered, stroking the length of him.

His jaw clenched as if trying to hold back but a flicker of amusement passed in his eyes. “What do you say about helping me?”

I gave him a cheeky smile, loving the way his eyes clamped shut at the squeeze I gave him. “It’s something I’m an expert at giving.” I said.

I realized too late. That was the wrong thing to say.

Luca’s eyes flashed open and the fire in them burned the cheekiness out of me. He swatted my hand away and pushed me down, locking me with his weight above me and his hands on either side of me.

A dangerous energy poured off him and filled my lungs and stole my breath. For a moment, only the sound of my pounding heart filled the room.

“Really bold of you to reference to other men while you’re in my own bed.” He growled, his voice scratching against skin like an abrasive surface.

I jutted my jaw. “I didn’t.”

His hands trailed the side of my face, “yes you did.”

A scoff escaped me. “I did not. I said I was an expert, something I thought you realized after that night in the alley.”

His eyes turned black and he suddenly felt bigger above me. I didn’t know why he was so annoyed by the fact that I was sexually experienced. If he wanted a blushing virgin then he should have left me alone from the very beginning.

But my irritation didn’t last long as melting desire took over when his tip nudged my entrance and thrusted into me with a force that sent pain and pleasure shooting through me.

My lips parted in a sharp gasp, the feel of his huge cock filling my tight walls overwhelmed me.

Luca let out a tortured sound, his eyes shut. “You’re so tight, why are you so fucking tight?”

His eyes opened and locked in on mine. He was staring at me with a softer emotion and it tugged at my heart and sent butterflies swarming in my belly.

He didn’t give me time to analyze the strange feeling when he drew out of me and rammed into me.

A cry left my chest and an Italian curse poured out of his mouth. He rammed into me again.

And again and again and that wild fire was reigniting inside me once more, turning me into a screaming mad woman.

“Look at me,” Luca ordered when I closed my eyes in a moan.

I obeyed immediately, clamping shut around him when I met his feverish gaze. He grunted and slammed into me again. I bucked at the intense tremor that passed in my core.

He raised my legs higher, the angle deeper and better than before.

With eyes full of dark promises, he spoke in a deep rasp. “You better hold on tight because I’m going to fuck the idea of other men out of your sweet pussy.”