Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

Last night was epic! I couldn’t get it off my mind and at the same time, I can’t decide if I should be ashamed or fulfilled.

The sensation of the cold water on my skin made me open my mouth slightly.

I stood under the shower and used my hands to trace my body.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop smiling at the memories of Luciano’s touch.

It was crazy- the tension, the adrenaline rush and everything that our body felt the moment our skins touched.

A knock on the door made me turn.

I quickly washed off the soap from my eyes and used the water to rinse my face.

“It’s me,” Luciano announced after he knocked.

I heaved and washed off the soap from my face then grabbed a towel.

I dried my face and then the furrow appeared in my face. It was shocking that he knocked. Luciano never knocks.

That douchebag jush bash in and stare like he never used a door in his life.

I tied the towel on my chest and opened the door. I stepped out with the wet strands of my hair dripping to my back.

He was no longer there. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I looked down and saw it.

My passport was on the bed.

“Fucking asshole,” I cussed under my breath. A flush of embarrassment coursed through me and I couldn’t help but think of it.

Was he letting me have it because he fingered me?

The though of it made me feel irritated and I just felt like throwing things.

It didn’t feel good to feel this way. I looked around and my door was slightly opened.

It couldn’t have been all in my head. Luciano was in here and he dropped the passport on my bed before leaving.

I reached for my cell phone immediately. I needed to call him and ask him what the hell this was about.

I didn’t want him bossing me around and making me feel like some sex toy who got things in exchange.

The moment I found his number and tried to dial it, my phone pinged.

“Speak of the fvcking devil,” I blurted.

It was a text from Luciano and I tapped on it.

‘I’ll kill you and your mom if you ever try to run.’

The lump formed in my throat again and I felt more embarrassed than ever.

I returned my stare to the phone and continued reading the rest of the text.

“Get dressed in something simple and modest,” I read out loud and rolled my eyes.

I tossed my phone away and puffed out air in order to keep myself calm.

I was already boiling in anger. There was no fucking way i’d let Luciano dictate what I do.

I turned to my wardrobe and searched for the exact opposite of what he ordered.

I found a slutty gown and gave a small nod as I checked it out.

It was a body con black gown with a net back and an opening in the front.

I lowered my stance to the floor and checked under my bed for the sandals I wore the previous day.

“Oh shit,” I squeaked when I tried to reach it.

I finally grabbed it and got dressed. I packed my hair in a high bun so my clothe could be visible enough.

I was going to get on Luciano’s nerve till he boiled inside and turned red.

I applied gloss on my lips and stormed out of the room.

I took hastened steps because I wanted to get Luciano angry.

“We don’t have to say it.”

“Enough of that,” Luciano’s hoarse voice responded.

I paused when I saw Gladys and Luciano discussing.

“Hey,” I muttered and they turned their attention to him.

“Tiffany!” Gladys cheered and I gave a small smile.

“What’s going on? What are- what are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” she brushed off. “I’m very sorry I couldn’t come around since. I’ve been very busy with work and uh- a few things.”

I gave a nod. “Its fine.”

“I got you something!” Gladys echoed and turned to grab the vase.

A genuine smile tugged on my lips as she handed the artificial flower in a vase to me.

“Pretty flowers for a pretty Tiffany.”

“This is so sweet. Thank you very much, Gladys. I love it.” I walked to the side and placed it by the window.

I didn’t know so much about flowers but I definitely knew that it complimented the beauty of a place.

“Well I’m glad you do,” she responded.

“You should leave now,” Luciano told her. “I am on my way out.”

I turned to look at Luciano and how rude he sounded.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“No,” I defended. “Gladys can join us. Its an outing and it will be fun if we all do this. I mean she’s already dressed and-” I paused when I realized I was the only person wearing an outfit that exposes too much.

“You should change that dress,” Luciano said. “I asked you not to wear this.”

How offensive! He doesn’t have to tell me what to wear and what to do!

“That’s the thing with you,” I flared. “You can’t tell me what to wear okay? Its my life, my body and I should have a say in what I want.”

I rubbed my palms on my dress and I faked a smile. Something in me want to change the dress but I felt too stubborn to do it. Infact, I was contemplating on changing it but I was so unsure.

I had no idea on what to do and my gaze fixed on Gladys who just stare back. I opened my mouth as I thought about what to say but….

“Tiffany is right,” Gladys chirped. “It’s her body and- she is a strong woman”

Luciano scoffed and I could see it in his face that he hated my dress.

He grabbed his keys in a chatter and turned to the car.

I gave a small nod at Gladys and we joined him in the car. It was a silent ride although Luciano threw scornful stares here and there.

We walked into the building to grab ice cream and I ticked the menu. “Vanilla flavor, please.”

The lady gave a small nod at my order and I turned around to catch a glance at the environment.

I felt the goosebumps on my body and for a moment I began to regret.

I should have worn something else bit I didn’t and now I was feeling cold.

“Come over here!” Gladys voice called. “I’ve got some stories to share.”

I looked at Luciano and he looked at me too. He turned his face away and I gave Gladys a small smile.

Of course I wanted to hear her stories. At least it would ease me from the freezing feeling!

Damn! My brain is freezing!!