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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 7

That felt relieving to punch him in the balls with my other hand. Well, we didn't see that coming and at least, he let go of my hand as he bent down as if going to go on one knee but didn't.

Seizing that opportunity, I dash off. I had no idea where I was or where I would go but I think it is better than being with someone acting strange as if he wants to sell me out or something.

I have heard stories of the Italian mafia and how they sell people especially girls but this one? He can be my stepbrother which I really doubt is the reason I should trust him.

No freaking way!

The main reason I suddenly became scared of him was after watching him kill those men back at the house, one thing is certain. He would be tempted to just point a gun to my forehead and blow it off so that gave me every reason to run faster.

I didn't know why I forgot to look back all this while but I bet looking back became a mistake. No sign of Luciano at all, all that was there was one of the bags he had carried and my pee sign on the floor.

"Please no" I panicked.

Before I could look front to know what was happening, I collided with a thick wall of flesh that I definitely knew should be my stepbrother. Scared, I tried to kick him in the balls but he was faster this time.

Just a swipe of his hand and I felt that harsh slap across my face. I lost balance and landed hard on the floor and banging my head on something.

"That wasn't supposed to happen but you will be fine," Luciano said.

Before I could understand what he meant, he picked me up, yanking me by my hair, and immediately stopped to look at his hand. The force made me bump the back of my head hard again which I must have hit it against before and it hurt.

I hate to nag but I want to cuss at Luciano. I want to tell him that his face is blurry and I think I can see different colors of stars. I want to tell him that his palm had this weird red something.....

"Omigod!" I screamed "My head!"

I tried to stand up but my step wasn't stable so I fell back. At least, Luciano did become a gentleman by not letting me fall...or, I was kidding, he did let me fall.

"Tiffany you are bleeding" He panicked "Oh no! You are fucking bleeding Tiffany!".

Strange!

Wasn't this the same Luciano that shot a man's head open back at the house? How come he is acting strange over a small amount of my blood in his palm?

Slowly, he bend down and moved my hair off my face so I could see him clearly. Or rather, so he could see me clearly. His face looked absolutely broken as if I was going to die and that scared the shit out of me.

"Am I going to die, Brother?" I asked.

Luciano smiled, he wiped the small tears away from my left eye and lowered his head to kiss my forehead.

What the heck was that?!

"It's just a little wound, Babe," Luciano said "And don't call me brother".

I felt I should shrink into the ground with the way Luciano kept staring at me. His head slowly began to lower and boom!

His lips are on mine.

Are we actually kissing at a time like this?

At first, I didn't open my mouth or kiss him back until he bite my lower lip. A painful moan escaped my throat as I had to open my mouth but immediately I did, Luciano's tongue took over. Dominating my mouth as if it belonged to him.

Soon, I began to relax, kissing him back and forgetting that I am actually bleeding from the back of my head!

My hands grabbed his face as I pulled him down, kissing him like it would stop the bleeding.

"My Tiffany" Luciano muttered against my lips.

Wait! Is this part of the moment people see when they are about to die? Because all I could feel now is a painful head, aroused by my stepbrother's kiss and a.....a sharp stinging pain on my neck.

I moaned again painfully and in pleasure as I tried to touch that place but Luciano held my hand. He brought it to his chest and attempt to make me caress his chest which I eventually did after a few more seconds.

"Good girl" He groaned over my lips "Now you get what you have always wanted...." He paused for a moment "Just an ice berg of what you want" he added.

Wondering what I wanted and why I am suddenly feeling light-headed, I felt Luciano's palm caressing my body. Slowly like it was a dream, I began to feel Luciano's palm under my shirt. I should be conscious of not wearing anything under but his warm soft clasp on one of my breasts. His lips left mine as he began to attack my slim neck, sucking on a particular spot while his finger squeezed my nipples one after the other.

Fuck! This is sweet! This is fucking sweet and I am so horny right now.

I want him to do the main thing, to take me, to put his big dick in me and fuck me senseless but he wasn't. He just kept sucking on my neck and squeezing my breast and nipples.

"I have you now little sister" Luciano muttered against my neck "But I won't force you".

Force me?

What the heck is he saying?

I know forcing has never been a better idea but I want that now, and sadly, I know he won't do it. Most annoyingly, I..i...I think I am passing out.

"Please fuck me, Luciano" I managed to say "Please fuck me with your big dick!".

That's crazy, crazier because that's the last thing I remember before I black out!

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