Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I didn’t feel an iota of guilt as I left her apartment. I slammed the door and walked away gently. I got into the elevator thinking of so many things that could possibly go wrong.

When I got to the apartment, I tried to open it but it didn’t open. I was shaking. Not for fear, but I wished I had done something worst to Gladys.

No wonder she have a grandma’s name.

“Oh shit,” I blurted when I realized I locked the doors before leaving.

The thoughts of it made me expect Tiffany’s outburst because not long after, she walked toward me with her hands in the air and her voice yelling.

Her voice was like a very loud pleasant music. No matter how much I wanted her to stop, I jjst felt I should let her bag a little.

“You know you can’t keep locking me up like an animal Luciano! What the fuck do you think it does to me huh?”

I scoffed. “I just went to get something.”

There was no point telling her because I can do whatever I want. I can lock her whenever I want and she have no right to do anything.

Well, my silence didn’t stop her from talking.

“Of course you did and all you could come up with was to lock me like a fucking prisoner. Tell me, how does it make you feel huh?”

Her lips quivered as she glared at me. She was trying hard not to cry and that small angry pout made her so irresistible and cute.

She sniffed. “Tell me!! Does it make you feel like a man? Or is there some pleasure you get from torturing me like this. Huh?”

Damn, Tiffany is so naive.

“I’m not torturing you, now get out of my way,” I told her.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Or else what?” She was yelling and she did look like someone who needed to pick a fight from nothing.

Maybe this is something but I don’t expect her to be yelling kike the same animal she doesn’t want to seem like.

It was crazy having her yell and make all these noise when all I wanted to do was find a spot to think.

I needed to think of a way out of this and how to silence Gladys. I didn’t care if she made fun with it but I can’t have her jeopardize the life Tiffany is trying to have.

I walked away from Tiffany and reached for a glass of water on the table.

I gulped the whole content and the sighed when I dropped the cup. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I reached for it.

It was the video.

“Oh shit.”

I took a step away from the dining area and walked to the sitting room where I paused and played the video.

“Ourghhh. Oh shit. Ourghhh.”

Tiffany was the one moaning in the video as she rode me into ecstasy.

She was on top and I was right there fondling her breasts as she kept my dick in her while sitting on me and moving gently in a rhythm.

“Ouurghhh.”

“Luciano listen to me!” Tiff’s voice echoed and I lowered my phone.

I walked away looking for a spot where I could watch the video without getting disturbed.

I couldn’t deny that it was a total turn on seeing Tiff and I on a video. It was hot and fucking sexy.

I needed to see the video badly and so I kept looking for the perfect spot.

I moved until I got to the flower vase and a frown formed in my face. This damn vase.

I paused the video and slid my phone into my pocket then I reached for the vase.

I raised it up and looked at it. I spent a few minutes studying the vase before Tiffany walked in yelling.

“So what now????” She yelled. “Give that back to me!”

“Tiff stay away.”

“Don’t you dare tell me to stay away!” She yelled back. “Give it back to me. You don’t have any right to take my stuff.”

“Tiffany just shut up and let me do what I’m doing.”

“No! You have to tell me what the hell you want to do with my stuff. Luciano you cannot keep bossing me around and acting like anything is yours.”

“Well I can because everything here is mine, including your fucking body.”

“You bloody asshole!” She yelled and hit my chest. “You got any idea how much you irritate me? Of course you don’t! You’re a sick psycho. A fucking psycho and a failure!!”

I’m not sure she knew it but calling me a failure was the only thing that could trigger me or make me to pause.

At that point, I felt a familiar feeling but it was anger. The rage that I only felt when I was called a loser or a failure.

I moved closer to her. “I don’t care what you say, but you belong to me and I own you.”

I touched her and at that point, she felt triggered and pushed me by kicking me.

“You bastard!” She said and raised her hands in a whirling motion to send a slap to my face.

I gritted my teeth as I felt her hands on my face. She was not just a psycho, Tiffany had a way of making such hits feel harder than it could be imagined.

“How dare you?” I asked her. I was boiling in anger and I knew this wasn’t a good time.

“What can you do, loser? Lock me up till I cry, huh? Or you’re going to force yourself on-”

I slapped her and pushed her to the wall before she could continue.

“Argh!”

She growled as she held her face with her hand.

I swallowed hard and at that point I could see her fall to the floor with her eyes gently closing.

It didn’t dawn on me until she was no longer moving, what I had done.

I turned back to Tiffany on the floor and my heart skipped. I lowered my stance immediately and reached for her.

“Shit! Tiffany please wake up. Tiffany!” I called trying to shake her back into consciousness.

“Tiffany can you hear me? Oh shit! Tiff please just open your eyes. Common Tiff, I’m begging you. Wake up Tiff!”

I tried to open her eyes with my hands but it wasn’t working. My eyes were already filled with tears and my heart kept racing faster.

This was beyond me and I was starting to see it.

I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Tiffany. Not this way, not in any way.

“Tiff please wake up!” I cried out holding her tightly.

I was shaking.

I was scared.

I haven’t being this scared in my life and the more I try to hide it, the more it was getting worst.

I love Tiffany, but I know loving her should be prohibited.

I have being trying to protect her but she have being too annoyingly naive.

I just can’t do anything straight, including taking care of her.

Could it be that I was really a failure?