Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Luca’s pov

She was afraid, I could tell from the subtle heaves of her chest and the stiffness of her spine that good sense had finally settled in her foolhardy brain.

But like I said before, it was a little too late for that. A lesson needed to be taught. One she’ll never forget.

I stalked towards her and she slowly backed away from me. I felt no need to hurry or chase her, there was nowhere for her to run. No escape. I was the predator and she was my ensnared prey. A thrill of excitement flushed through my veins.

“I warned you about that mouth of yours.” I growled, my voice deeper than ever.

The need to wreck her scorched me, every fibre of my being was torched with heat. I had been holding back for too long and I was done with it. She was going to discover why disrespecting me, teasing me, making me toe the edge of rage and unadulterated lust, was the worst decision she would ever make.

I continued to advance on her and she took a step back and back and back until she hit the thick, sturdy mahogany desk. I locked her trembling body in place with mine. The darkness in my eyes holding her still.

We stared daggers at each other. The silence in the air charged with the electric energy racing between us. Her eyes still had that defiant spark in it and I desperately wanted to kill it.

“Many men had lost their lives over the same look you’re giving me.”

Her lips turned up. “So what? You’re going to kill me like you killed them?”

I wrapped my hand around her throat, my grip tight enough to make her choke.

“No, bella piccola. I am not going to kill you but I will enjoy breaking you.”

The fire in her eyes was doused in fear and a satisfied smirk worked up my lips.

“You’re sick,” a rasp coated with alarm left her mouth.

“Mio, are you only just realising?”

“Get your hand off me!” She jerked, her words coming out in splutters.

My hand choked her harder. I was completely enjoying draining the challenge from her gaze. “You should learn how to speak. Meekly and calm. Just like a lady would.”

“Well too bad I’m not a lady.” She managed in a gravelly voice.

I whipped her around so fast, she yelped. My grip never leaving her throat. Forcing her legs apart, I jammed a knee between them.

I twisted her neck a notch and leaned into her neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you will speak like one.”

My movements were aggressive as I bent her over and bunched her floor length dress up to her waist,

“What the hell do you think you’re-” her words cut off in a yelp as my calloused palm connected with her bare ass cheek.

The spot turned crimson almost immediately and the sight of it caused my groin to swell with desire. Mine, she was mine to brand. Not Cadain’s, not anyone else.

I rubbed the tinted flesh softly, drawing a deep moan from her, making her relax into the soothing feeling before I smacked it again.

She cursed and wiggled against my touch. Her wonderful ass grinding into my bulging arousal. My jaw tightened.

I pressed her head to the cold surface of the wide table to hold her in place. “Struggling will only make this worse for you, bambina.”

She groaned into the table but stilled her movements, nearly fooling me into thinking the fight had left her. But I was wrong.

“I wouldn’t see the need to if you weren’t holding me down in this unbecoming position.” She spat, her voice laced with malice and spite.

My lips curved up in a slow smile. Of course she wouldn’t give in this easily. I would’ve been rather disappointed if she did.

My fierce, little minx.

I smacked her again, the toughened skin of my palm connecting with her supple flesh in a cracking sound and I relished in her pained yet pleasured cry.

“From now on, you will speak when I ask you to. Do you understand?”

She puffed and grunted. “You can go straight to hell, Salvatore.”

Another smack. This time harder than the last.

“That is not the right answer, Cara.”

She bit down on her lips in resistance, her eyes shut tightly. Always ever ready to challenge me to the end.

I smacked again and again and again until she cried out her agreement.

“Good girl,” I growled, now caressing the pleasurable damage done to her beautiful ass.

The marks my palm left were now a purplish shade and the realisation that I had done this to her caused my nerve endings to hum a song of triumphant desire. I was alive with it more than ever. Not even the thrill of my first kill had felt this virile.

I fisted her luscious hair and pulled her up until her back pressed against my front. My d! ck twitched at the maddening contact with her round bum. It badly wanted to be in her and I couldn’t agree more with it.

In this moment, I had shed all semblance to rationality, leaving the driver’s seat to an untamed animal bursting with need.

“You mess with me, bambina.” I licked the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You really should stop doing that.” Her delicious scent wafted into my nostrils and I shut my eyes to suck it in. I had never needed air more.

She moaned and pushed into me. Her skin, hot and alight with dark desire.

My hand left her hair and landed her waist, leaving shudders in its wake as it crept up her ribs and found one of her succulent mounds.

She sucked in air as I squeezed on her breast, the full shape of it fit and perfect against my palm. My other hand trailed to her front, slipping beneath her lacy panties and dipping my index finger into her wet heat.

“Oh!” Cara gasped, placing her hand on the desk for support.

“You need this just like I do, don’t you?” I growled into her ear. “You want me to f u c k your tight little p*ssy with my fingers.”

I added another finger and began a slow swirling movement. Heaven, she felt like heaven.

“Luca,” she warned.

“Beg for it, beg me for it micetta.”

A mewling noise left her throat and the little hellcat fought against the pleasure my fingers were giving her.

“I’ll do no such thing.”

I pinched her taut nipples and she moaned aloud, cutting the silence in the study with melodious notes of pleasure. My fingers in her pumped harder, their movement sporadic and erratic, bringing her to the edge and taking her back.

“F u c k Luca!”

I continued fucking her senseless, loving the way her pussy clamped on my fingers. I imagined my c0ck in their stead and my knees almost buckled from the weight of burning want. I pumped into her her like my life depended on it, I needed her like she was air. I wanted to suck her whole.

She was so wet I could hear the pumping of my fingers, the sounds better than any music I’ve ever heard. I wanted to tip her over the edge, I wanted her to explode on my fingers, I wanted her to clamp forcefully on them as she went mad with ecstasy.

But, she needed to beg for it first so I stopped what I was doing and slid out of her. It nearly killed me to.

She protested against the loss of my fingers with a sharp groan, her nails scratching at the desk.

“Why did you stop?” She demanded.

I was now rubbing her clit and the little jerks she made caused an equal reaction in my pants. “I told you you can only come if you beg for it.”

She scratched harder at the table, “I hate you.” She deadpanned.

I chuckled and clamped harder on her clit and she cried out just like I knew she would.

“Wrong thing to say.” Her words were not matching the shuddering of her body, the hotness of it. They weren’t matching the sweat on her skin and the erectness of her nipples. They contradicted the silky wetness between her legs.

I spun her to face me and the unbridled desire on her face hit me like a forty pound boxing bag. I took it all in; her hooded lashes, her darkened blue eyes, her lips parted in lust. All for me.

Something broke inside of me.

“Please,” she squeaked out. “Please Luca.”

She didn’t need to ask again. Shoving her legs wider apart, I drove my fingers into her and fucked her with an intensity so unconstrained it consumed me. I was no longer Luca Salvatore, don of the Costra Nostra but the physical manifestation of salacious yearning.

Her screams let me know she was close and I crushed my lips to her to swallow them up. I kissed her with the same desperate need as I finger-fucked her and soon she was bucking and jerking from the explosive intensity of her cum.