Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Double pov

Cara

Diana and the others were still huddled at the counter when I returned to the bar, their eyes wide with curiosity and that fright Luca’s presence brought. I threw them an apologetic smile that balanced wobbly on my lips.

Luca still hasn’t followed me out.

I tried not to think of how it made my heart sink into my stomach and I pulled Diana’s hands into mine.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for causing you guys discomfort. I really am. I quit so you don’t have to worry about walking on eggshells at work.”

Diana opened her mouth to speak but I shook my head firmly. It was for the best. Luca hovering around Rico’s would only bring about chaos. An ignorant, unsuspecting drunk would make a mistake and my trigger happy stepbrother would kill him without a second thought, turning the usually drama-free bar into a bloodbath and I don’t wish for even Julietta to work in such an environment.

I squeezed Diana’s hands before grabbing my purse on the counter and making way for the exit, trying my best to ignore the multiple pairs of eyes following me like shadows.

I was one step out of the door, when a hand gripped around my arm and spun me around, bringing me face to face with a very angry looking Luca. A shiver shot up my spine and a gasp left me.

Luca pulled me out of the bar, not caring about the watching eyes of everyone. I struggled against his hold but my efforts were futile as he pulled me like a half empty trolley down the street and into a secluded area.

An area I recognized as the alley that I was almost sexually assaulted. My spine stiffened as the memory poured into my mind.

I was shoved roughly against the wall and locked in place with both of his hands on either side of my face, his strong masculine scent enveloping me at once. His dark hair was mussed and falling into his eyes like had spent minutes running his hands through it after our confrontation in Rico’s office.

He was glaring hell and brimstones at me, a raging storm brewing in his grey eyes.

My own anger rose. I was the one currently being manhandled after the mess he created at my place of work- scratch that, former place of work.

I was the one whose job just got botched yet again by him but he got to be angry?

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“Let me go before I kick you in the balls.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, a rumble that had no reason making my nipples tighten beneath the cotton fabric of my fitted tee. I shook against his hold again and it only made him press tighter into me, his knee bumping into my cervix.

Oh God.

“You still haven’t learned your lesson.” He said, his breath an inch away from mine. “You still speak without respect, walk out on me and challenge my authority.”

The low deepness of his voice was making it hard to focus on his actual words. “And you’re still a control freak.”

The look in his eyes held dark promises but it did nothing to quell my fury. He always did as he liked with me, expected me to follow through without question and when I didn’t, he drove me mad with lust. It was how it always was between us and I was sick of it.

Using the next to nonexistent space between our bodies to my advantage, I reached out and cupped the erection I knew he had, sucking in air at how big he was.

Luca let out a sharp growl but I cupped him tighter before trailing up to his fly, my fingers slowly working at the button.

I freed his c0ck and began stroking it, slowly and teasingly enough to drive him mad. He grunted and shoved into my hand, his anger instantly forgotten and I allowed myself a smug smirk. Oh how the table has turned.

I badly wanted to make him come undone. I wanted to strip that control off him for once and make him go wild like he made me.

I dropped to my knee and took him in my mouth and the curse that left his lips made me thrum with delight.

“Cara,” he growled out my name and it had never sounded sexier. Something stirred in my belly.

His strong fingers fisted into my hair as I took him in and out of my mouth, loving the way his c0ck jerked at my strokes. I glanced up at him and the look on his face sent a plummeting wave down my chest.

He was staring down at me with a vulnerability I had never seen before and it was doing wild things to my heart and between my legs.

I sucked down on his tip with the same intensity his eyes stirred in me.

“Oh fuck baby, your lips feel so good around me.” He groaned aloud. His breathing turned labored, a pant escaping his lips as he clamped his eyes shut in tortured pleasure.

I cupped his balls and sucked his hard-on from base to tip, smearing the pre cum all over the length of him. I was mad with the need to see him shatter under my touch, to have him grunting my name in pleasure. I wanted to bring this powerful man to his knees, make him a trembling mess from the force of the release I would give him.

I wanted to please him like no woman ever did.

“Fuck baby I’m going to come,” he said in a hiss, thrusting into my mouth like his life depended on it and I took his thrusts to the hilt, my movements getting more desperate. I was going to make him come and in a way he’d never done.

Luca’s pov

The sight of my c0ck going in and out of Cara’s mouth threatened to burst me into smithereens. Sanity had long left my body, I was nothing but raw need and desire. Shots after shots of pleasure was torn out of me with every stroke of my erection in her hot mouth.

She moaned on me, frying the last thread of sense I had left and my hand scratched at the wall to keep from buckling down to my knees. She was fucking going to consume me, ruin me and I will never recover.

“Fuck,” I groaned aloud, clenching my eyes closed as pleasure ran me over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The pressure was building and it threatened to tip me over. I felt like I was hanging from the edge of the cliff, swinging side to side with a fall inevitable.

Cara slurped at my d! ck and grated her teeth down the length. A hiss left my throat, there was no way this wasn’t going to kill me and when it did, I’ll die happy.

My eyes snapped open and I stared at her, she was staring up at me, my pre cum smeared around her lips and dripping down her chin. She was so absolutely perfect, so absolutely beautiful, so absolutely mine. Something crashed inside me, and it scared the hell out of me.

But I refused to dwell much on it, not with my release drawing closer and closer.

“Fuck baby I’m going to come,” I rasped and Cara obliged by quickening the pace of her bops, her movement growing more and more voracious. I gripped tighter in her hair and let the waves of ecstacy sweep me off my feet. A guttural sound tore out of me as my release shot down her throat and she took it all, spurts after spurts, she took all.

My hands pressed into the wall for support, my body spent and limb from the force of my come. She got back to her feet, the triumph in her glinting blue eyes was as clear as day.

It suddenly dawned on me what she had succeeded in doing and an uncomfortable knot tightened in chest as I realized it didn’t bother me in the least and I’d let her do it again.

She leaned into me and placed a soft kiss at the corner of my lips, then moved to my jaw and to my ear, her teeth grazing at the lobe. I could feel my cock stirring again.

“You see Luca,” she rasped into my ear, eliciting a flash of heat that courses through veins, “you don’t have the monopoly of kindling pleasure. I too can I fuck the lights out of you.”

She drew back, licked at the wetness around her mouth, her tongue deliberately slow as she watched my eyes darkened with arousal.

The fucking little tease.

She flashed me a satisfied grin and backed away, her eyes roving over me one last time. “See you soon, fratello.” She said, cheeky and impudent, before running off into the darkening night.

I remained where I was, dark amusement filling me as one thing slowly became clear to me.

I was fucked.