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Sex With My Mafia Step brother

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I held both sides of the chair and bit my lower lips with my eyes closed. Damn! I want this, this is what I have been looking for. Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped. "You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it". A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen. dang it! "You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth. Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion. "I can be your favorite dick" he smirked.
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Chapter 3

Getting ready in a black blouse and a pink short flare skirt, I walked into the car to wait for Luciano. I still can't believe Enzo had paid for all this shit for me. Even if he doesn't trust me about having lots of sex and getting pregnant, he should have remembered that I am not a child anymore.

"Damn, I hate him so much!".

I hate him so much that I want to do something stupid. I want to steal all his money, find what he is hiding in his private room and run away.

It's been over thirty minutes and Luciano is still in his father's private room, the room he will never let me enter.

A year ago, I tried to sneak into the room but before I could get to the door I received a call from Enzo. That creepy man was watching all my moves just like his son...wait a minute.

"Better not". I shook my head as strap the seat belt around my waist in the front seat.

Better not be that my stepbrother saw what I was doing this morning.

"oh shit" I slapped my forehead "This can't be happening".

"It's happening, Tiffy".

The door opened as I glared at Luciano while he sluggishly sat. For as long as I know him, when pissed, he had refused to let someone drive him, unlike his father or mom. The fact that he heard what I just said is a huge mess.

Without saying anything, Luciano start the car and drove off the compound. In case you forgot, the reason I always put on my seat belt whenever Luciano is driving is that he drives to die and not to reach his destination.

Holding on for my dear life, I began to look for a possible hidden camera in the car. This gray eyes lad can not tell me that he heard what I said by accident.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught him staring at me with what looked like a smirk on his face and by the time I turn to look at him, his plain face is back on.

I just don't get it.

The fact that I would be stuck with him for years freaks me out.

The shopping went well, absolutely well. Luciano stayed in the car and I meet some hot dude who came shopping with someone I assume will be his girlfriend. Call me a bad girl, I won't mind, I didn't force him to collect my number.

While I shop and chat, we made arrangements of seeing this evening which I don't think would be possible. I am supposed to see Joe, my boyfriend this evening.

Although we were together all through the night till this morning, I still want some more sex and tell him that I will soon be leaving for New York.

It's obviously petty but I think I will have to use distance to break this relationship. I don't see what I am getting, not that he gives me money, or spends quality time with me, he doesn't even stay off his phone and I have never been satisfied by his dick before.

Getting the things into the car wasn't so hard as I got help from the workers. The only good thing I got from Luciano is his silence which really helped me as I got in and buried my interest in my phone.

With a wide smile on my face, I ignored Luciano's weird angry look as he drove off the parking lot. Too bad, I couldn't get that long enough before I saw his palm on the top of my phone screen.

"I can do it for you," He said.

Puzzled, I moved my legs away from him same as my face. I was seated in the car in a position where I am backing him with his right palm still on my phone.

"Don't hide it, I saw you" A sly smirk appeared on his face "I saw what you were doing".

My brows flinched as I frowned. I followed his eyes to my phone and for some seconds, I still don't get what he was talking about until I looked up to see his brows higher than before.

Such an arrogant jerk!

I slapped his hand away from my phone and pressed the power button.

"Don't you have other things to do other than spying on people's chat?" I glared at him "Damn it, Luciano, that's not normal!".

I heard him scoff. I know he would look so hot as usual so looking back at him won't be the best idea now.

"Then I bet what's normal is masturbating while calling my name?".

My heart skipped a beat and nearly exploded. In fact, I could feel it beat somewhere around my stomach as the smirk on my stepbrother's face vanish. It fades into his emotionless face where you can't even tell what he might be thinking.

Slowly, I dropped my phone on my thighs as I rubbed my sweaty palms together and sighed. My mouth kept opening and closing like a goldfish while Luciano pretend not to notice my struggle with his signature plain face as he drove along.

"I-umm.., you know eh?" I said unintelligibly "It's not what you think, Luciano, I can, I may... I can..".

"Can explain how you were moaning my name and didn't see me walk in and watched you for four minutes?" Luciano interrupted "I love your voice by the way" he blurted out "I don't mind hearing them next to my ears".

I swallowed.

I crossed my thighs as I felt something wet, something I shouldn't have between my thighs. Clenching my vagina didn't help, not when I began to have the terrible urge to stick my fingers into it.

"Breath, Tiffy" Luciano smirked as he placed his palm on one of my thighs "Look at me" he commanded.

Like a good girl, I looked up to him, looked to those seducing eyes of his. Behind those gray eyes lies the passion for the forbidden pleasure.

For some reason still yet known to me, I didn't remove his hand. I just stared at it, hoping it would move, hoping it would do what I want and explore what I have been waiting for. That even made me part my legs when Luciano slightly attempt to part them with his index and middle finger.

A pleased smile appeared on his face as he looked up at me and smirked. His middle finger moved into the inner part of my thighs, on top of my lace pants and he wiggled it. He moved his finger out on my bare thighs for a few seconds and took it back inner.

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I held both sides of the chair and bit my lower lips with my eyes closed.

Damn! I want this, this is what I have been looking for.

Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped.

"You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it".

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen.

dang it!

"You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth.

Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion.

"I can be your favorite dick" he smirked.

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