Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

I kept trying to figure out the best excuse to come up with.

I hit my forehead gently and then scoffed at all the lines I had come up with.

“Take a deep breath Tiff,” I told myself. “Ourgh.”

I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror and tried practicing some of the sentences I could tell Luciano.

“Uh, can I go out? I think it’s important that you let me. Oh no no,” I scoffed. “That sounds authoritative and he’ll think I’m trying to boss him around.”

“Okay, how about, Luciano please can I go out? Please I’ll be back soon.”

I looked at the mirror and shook my head in disapproval. “Sounds like I’m too needy.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You know what?” I blurted. “I’m done with this whole thing. I don’t have to take permission!”

Aware that I was only trying to make myself feel better, I growled loudly.

I needed a life outside Luciano but he’d never let that happen.

He kept being the possessive and over protective person he has always been.

“Maybe I should just try and see what he says. Maybe he’ll let me this time.”

I grabbed my bag and put some of my stuff inside. I threw the eye liner, lipgloss and some other girly stuff in and zipped the bag.

I walked toward the door but walks back to the mirror to steal one last glance at myself.

Satisfied at my look, I reached for the door knob and twisted it.

I looked around for a while trying to figure out where Luciano could possibly be.

Just as expected, he was in the waiting rook but this time, he wasn’t on the couch.

He was sitting on a stool beside the slab for drinks. He had a glass in his hands and was gently sipping from the glass when I walked in.

“And where do you think you’re heading to?” Luciano asked as he lowered the glass to the slab.

“I really don’t need you to boss me around now,” I mumbled.

“I asked you a question and last I checked, your response didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m going out okay? Isn’t it that obvious?”

“It is obvious that you’re going out dressed like a slut. That’s all I see.”

“Don’t even start,” I said rolling my eyes. “Can you just stop doing tho already? It’s driving me insane.”

He sat still on the stool without blinking. It felt like I was yelling and talking to myself.

“Such an asshole,” I blurted.

When I finished talking, he took a sip from the glass and then looked at me.

“Where are you going to Tiffany?”

“I’m going to study with Gladys. We’ve got this group project coming up and I need to get on it before exams.”

That was the only excuse I could think of.

“Then go and change. You look like a fucking slut.”

“Well that’s I want,” I fired back. I’m not sure if that was the best response but I already said it.

“I don’t care.”

“Look, I’m a woman and you being a man doesn’t make any superior or shit.”

“Miss me with that bullshit,” Luciano said. “You’ll either change or remain here.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and paused. I already know Luciano too well.

I turned away and walked back to the room where I tossed my bag to the bed.

“Motherfucking asshole!” I cussed and breathed out. My hands were balled in a fist and I kept trying to contain all the anger in me as I took off my clothes.

I opened my wardrobe and frowned as I brought out a pair I trousers and a T-shirt.

“Wants me to fucking dress this way,” I said with an undertone as I slid the T-shirt over my head.

When I walked back to the sitting room, Luciano looked at me and then gave a small nod in form of an approval.

“Be back before 10.”

I ignored him and slammed the door behind me. There was so much anger raging in me primarily ’cause he ruined my outfit.

How the hell was I supposed to see Massimo dressed like this?

I took the bus and when I got to my destination, I climbed out.

I heaved and looked around before approaching Massimo’s apartment.

When I got to the door, I reached for the doorbell and pressed it.

I waited for a moment and then the door opened.

“Look who it is,” Massimo said like he was surprised to see me.

I smiled briefly at him. “You look surprised.”

“Or pleased. I really wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said and then looked at my clothes.

“Ourghh, there was a little change in plans,” I said trying to explain why I showed up dressed like this.

“That’s okay cause I have a perfect gift for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come on in.”

I followed him to the sitting room and then sat on the couch and waited for him.

I kept wondering what he could be up to.

He returned shortly with the most beautiful and sexiest gown ever.

My jaw dropped and he just smiled. “I knew he wouldn’t let you. You can try it- in uh the room.”

“Oh my God,” I blushed. “You’re so different.”

I followed him to the room and then he waited outside. “I know you’ll look pretty on that,” he said.

I changed into the gown and my jaw dropped at my reflection. I turned and then walked back.

I returned to meet him and he had this big smile on his face.

“You look really beautiful,” he said and smiled.

I felt like hugging him but I paused.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just felt like hugging you,” I admitted.

“Come here then,” he said and pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.

His lips made this sound and I smiled. I was yearning for the taste of his lips again.

“You’re beautiful,” he told me.