Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Luca’s pov

I was indeed only a man.

The meeting with Fernando Cruz had taken a huge chunk of my time, discussing our next course of action, negotiating new arrangements and meeting new suppliers had gone on far much longer than I expected. Plus I had also spent a considerable effort making the cartel’s capo simmer down and think strategically. It was as if the man believed getting his revenge was as simple as hopping on the next flight to Russia and shooting Alexei Mikhalov in the head.

Cara slipped into the mediumly spacious office, her movements tentative and cautious. She stood at the door as if ready to bolt if there was a need for it. It brought a smile to my face.

I should have been exhausted after all of my activities with Fernando but the moment I had walked into Rico’s and sighted her sitting at the bar, all contemplations of going home to rest disappeared from my mind. Just the sight of her made my pulse race faster, the fatigue from the long day fading into nothingness.

I was only a man after all.

I took in her flushed skin, her fluttering lashes, her golden, beautiful hair no longer in the high ponytail she wore it in at the mansion, the locks falling magnificently to her back. She was still in that green dress that did things to me. I was fast discovering that Cara and green were a dangerous combo.

“Shut the door.”

She hesitated for a bit but did as I ordered, her teeth sawing deliciously on her bottom lip.

I ached to do it instead.

“Come here.” I said, need seeping into my voice.

I sealed our lips in a kiss the moment she moved into my arms, slipping my tongue into her hot mouth with a desperation I couldn’t help. She was fast becoming an obsession. She was my fix and I needed to have my fill of her.

“You’ve become all I think about.” I said into the kiss, my voice hoarse. “I can’t focus on anything else.”

She sucked in air and leaned into my chest, her fiery touch splaying on my abs. “I want to touch you.”

I groaned my approval, also wanting her to touch me everywhere, to mark every inch of my body with her so that it would know her and her alone.

She worked at my shirt, her eyes glinting with excitement as she undid the buttons. Heat plunged into my crotch at the fire in them. It thrilled me to know that she wanted me almost as much as I wanted her.

My shirt was tossed aside and she was doing that sensuous bite on her bottom bip as she scanned my naked torso, her heated gaze making me more aroused than I’ve ever been. Her look was tangible on my skin, torching it alive with awareness.

Her hands roved my chest, their touch bolder as she brushed over my nipples, eliciting a hiss out of me. She dropped to place teasing kisses on my defined abs, trailing up to my chest again and nipping on a nipple.

“Cara,” I grunted, my voice taking a warning edge.

She was now licking my neck and I let out a harsh breath when her hand found my arousal.

“You’re so hard.” She cooed.

“Don’t tease me, woman. You’d regret it.”

She kissed my jaw, biting softly on it before drawing away, the look on her face made my heart gallop at an erratic pace.

“I want to regret it.” She whispered.

And just like that, something snapped inside me.

I lifted and positioned her on the edge of the desk, spreading her beautiful thigh apart, the treasure between now laid exposed. I splayed my palm on the lacy material of her thong. I loved that she wore sexy underwear, so much that I spent a good number of hours imagining what type and colour laid beneath her clothes.

Hooking two fingers under the material, I ripped the thong down her legs, the sight of her already soaked pussy making my c0ck bulge with desire.

My eyes coasted up her sex to her nipples straining against her dress, to her hooded gaze framed by her goddess locks.

I couldn’t believe she was real.

She was mine. Not Cadain’s. Not anyone else’s. MINE.

“You’re so perfect.” I growled. “So beautiful that I don’t know what to do to you.”

She moaned when my fingers found her heat. I was so desperate with the need to make her come undone, with the need to bury myself inside her that there was nothing gentle about how my fingers f*cked her.

She welcomed my merciless thrust, restless under my ministrations and soon she was shattering around my hand. I didn’t give her any time to recover as I freed my c0ck and rammed into her the next second.

I groaned out her name as her walls closed around me ruthlessly and the feeling was so intense I felt I would explode from it.

“F u c k bambina,” I rasped, my accent more present that ever. It usually was when I felt strong emotions and whatever I was feeling now was one that threatened to break me.

My forehead rested against hers as I began to move, my thrusts growing feverish and harder as pressure heightened inside me.

Cara’s moans of pleasure were better than any sound therapy. I thrusted deeper in her and the moans grew louder.

“Shhh. You don’t want everyone to know how good you’re getting fucked do you?” I growled, my hips slamming into hers.

Her only reply was a whimper, one I felt down to my very soul. I used to think I didn’t possess one until she came along.

The tempo was rising and we were drawing closer to the edge of the cliff that was devastating pleasure. Cara wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me close to her, so close I could feel every sharp intake of her breath against my lips.

“I’m getting there.” She said breathlessly.

My reply was hoarse. “Then get there.” I hiked her hips higher and f*cked her with a wild intensity.

She came with a force, biting down on my shoulder to keep from filing the place with her screams of pleasure. I followed her all the way, not desisting from my thrusts as we rode out our release.

We were both breathing hard as satiety washed over us like cold water.

“That was incredible.” Cara gasped out.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

My palm cradled her face. “You’re incredible.” I said with more seriousness than I intended. It was becoming really hard to mask the overflowing feelings she stirred up in me.

She scanned my face, a myriad of emotions flashing through hers then her eyes turned joking and she said, “why Salvatore you almost sound obsessed with me?”

My answer was an unflinching stare.

Her eyes flickered and I knew she was unsettled by whatever she found in my gaze. But I wasn’t going to mask things up for her benefit. She needed to know how much she messed me up.

Cara tried to step out of my embrace but I locked her in place.

“That was great,” she cleared her throat, “but I need to get back to work,” she said in a small voice.

I was instantly annoyed. What the f*ck did she think this was? A booty call? “Well I’m not done with you?” I growled.

Whatever protest she was going to make was interrupted by the vibrating noise of my phone on the desk.

I ignored it.

“You should get that.”

“We’re still talking.”

Buzzzzzz.

Her face was now pinched with irritation. “It could be important. I’d wait.”

I studied her warily then I reached down to pick up the phone. A look at the caller ID had me dropping the device back on the desk.

Cara’s expression held questions.

“Not important,” was my only explanation.

The phone buzzed and buzzed again before going still for a moment then lighting up again with a notification.

I leaned down to nuzzle Cara’s neck. “We need to talk, bambina.” I drawled. “There’s something going on and I know you feel it too.”

I wasn’t prepared for the sharp shove she gave me. I pulled back, my brows knitting at her angry expression.

“Well it’s too bad that now’s not a good time.” She said in a clipped voice. “Diana and the rest of the girls must have picked on how long I’ve been away. I should get back before suspicions rise.”

Taken aback by her sudden hostility, I did nothing as she stormed out of the office, the only thing running through my mind was what I had done to warrant the harsh treatment.

What the f*ck just happened?

My phone buzzed again and I answered the call with aggression.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Valentina hesitated before speaking. “It hurts me to hear you speak so rudely.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’m going to hang up now and don’t you fucking bother me again.”

Her next words were rushed. “I miss you.”

“And I don’t.” I hung up, knowing that was an asshole thing to say but I couldn’t care less. She was practically responsible for Cara’s inexplicable switch up. Everything went wrong from the moment she began bothering my phone.

I stared at the door Cara had left ajar and no matter how I tried to come up with an excuse for her behavior, I just couldn’t find a plausible reason why.

She’d have to explain the reason herself.