Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

I was a terrible, terrible person. A shitty individual, I was no different from Hitler and every other vile human to ever exist. Luca sat inches away from me, his face permanently concentrated on the window, appearing indifferent and impassive.

But I knew, I’d seen it, the hurt that had cut through his gaze like a butcher’s knife before refracting into my heart, slicing it into halves. I hadn’t thought it was possible, I never looked at Luca Salvatore as just a man so it never occurred to me that his feelings could be crushed.

I wanted to take back my words, apologize over and over, with my words, with my actions, with my body. He might not be patient or calm or soft-spoken or possess the best temperament, but he always had my best interest at heart. The man had shielded me with his body during an active shootout only for me to liken him with the scum of the earth.

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Guilt ate away at my chest like an angry woodpecker. I was indeed a terrible person.

The ride back to my apartment was unbearably long, the loud silence growing so tense I almost choked on it. Every now and then I gathered up the courage to break it, to tell Luca that I didn’t mean what I said but I chickened out with each time.

I’ve never felt this deep sense of remorse and guilt before, it was almost as if hurting Luca was a self inflicted pain. My heart squeezed at his gloomy unmoving form. I was desperate to know what he was thinking. Did he hate me at the moment? Did he take the words seriously, convinced that I thought of him that way? Was he deciding to break things off because of it? That I was more work than I was worth?

My heart plunged like it had just jumped off a cliff. I realized I was scared, scared that Luca would leave me because of my stupid words.

I threw him a sharp glance, trying to convince myself that I was being overly dramatic. He was Luca Salvatore, not the insecure, giant babies with a flair for exaggeration that I slept with in the past.

The car arrived at my place but I couldn’t find the will to get out. I remained in my spot on the leather seat, waiting for something; words, an outburt, a look… anything.

But I got none so I mustered up courage and spoke. “Luca I’m so sorry.”

I still didn’t get a response and it tore at my heart.

“I really am.” I said, opening the car door to leave. My body deflated with defeat.

My door was shut the instant I opened it and I was pinned against it, again.

All the air in my lungs hitched then spiked, becoming one with the fast rhythm of my pulse. I stared straight into Luca’s grey eyes and the fire in them was so impassioned, jumbled with a mix of various emotions and I couldn’t read them. Luca just held me, his heavy breaths the only sound coming out of him. I couldn’t get a word out myself as I was completely captivated by the intense energy oozing off him.

He turned to the rearview mirror and just with his gaze alone, the driver got the cue and got out, giving us privacy even though it had been just the two of us for a while now. Luca’s gaze faced mine again.

“What can I do to make you think better of me, bambina?” He finally said and the words, they gripped at my soul, dousing it with gasoline and setting it on fire.

For the longest of time, no one close to me had cared about my perception of them, they only wanted me to care about their own perception of me.

“Oh Luca! I didn’t mean any of that.” I cried out, desperate for him to see. “I had just said it in anger. Believe me.”

His eyes flickered left and right as he scanned the honesty of my words, my expression.

“Believe me.” I reiterated.

A low grunt reverberated through his chest as he gripped both side of my jaw and pulled me closer so that our lips were inches apart. “I can’t have you thinking the worst of me bambina. I’m fine with others but not you.” He admitted, and I felt his husky voice on my lips. “Never you.”

Flutters skittered through my entire body, my mind growing hazy with the confession. Luca Salvatore cared deeply about my opinions of him, no one else but mine. I burned with elation.

“You’ve said it once at my father’s mansion-”

My brain did a quick flashback to the time he was referring to. The day of my mother’s luncheon. I remember calling him all the synonyms for cruel and I winced.

“You said it today,” He rubbed his forehead against mine. “Don’t ever say it again.”

My reply was immediate. “I won’t.”

“You can get mad at me, I know I can be an asshole but don’t say things like Cara.”

I nuzzled against him. “I promise I won’t.”

He closed the tiny gap between our lips, kissing me so softly the feeling was barely tangible. I drew in to deepen it but he drew back, dark desire pooling like lead in his eyes.

“If you’re sorry like you claim, make it up to me.” He rasped, staring at me in challenge.

A charge of lust flooded through my veins. He wanted me to seduce him, to pleasure him.

And he was going to discover how ready and willing I was to do just that.

Slowly, I pushed him down the backseat until I was half on top of him, my lips all over his face as I kissed, nipped and sucked.

I shifted to his neck to leave trails of my kiss, loving the way his throat bobbed each time I sucked down on him. My hands roved the tautness of his torso hidden beneath his silk dress shirt. I worked at the buttons, eager to get to his naked skin.

I returned my mouth to his, kissing him with a wanton abandon, the sloppy sounds of our kisses filling the space. I slid my hand to his chest, stroking his hard planes that jerked under my touch before diving further down to his waistband.

Luca made an animalistic sound in his chest when I cupped his bulging c0ck, squeezing and stroking the clothed length of it.

“Cara,” he growled and a burst of heat and passion spread across my belly. I loved when he said my name and I loved it more when he said it in arousal. I wanted him to repeat it over and over in that deep, sexy voice of his as I brought him over the edge.

I kissed his nipple, then the other, then his well defined abs, loving the grunts he made when I swirled my tongue on the taut muscles and on his belly button.

I peered at him through my lashes, making sure we held eye contact when I tugged on his waistband with my teeth.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He rasped and my entire being flittered at the words.

The darkened desire in his eyes sent heat straight to my center, the gaze so hot I thought I would burn from it.

I undid the button and zipper, taking my time to drag down the pants, enjoying how his eyes went from expectant to impatient.

“If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to forget what I asked, shove my c0ck into your mouth and take charge.”

Moisture pooled in my panties, lawd the man has a filthy mouth.

My head was reeling, my body quivering but didn’t give in. Still keeping eye contact with him, I pulled out his erection and stroked it with both hands.

“Fuck!” Luca gritted out.

I moved my hands faster, my fingertips running up and down his impressive length. It felt so hard yet so velvety.

“Yes, baby.” Luca encouraged in a rasp, watching with raw desire as my small hands pumped the veiny shaft, pre cum spilling out the tip. I leaned in and licked it off like a lollipop.

A curse in his mother tongue hissed out of his lips when I stretched my mouth wider to take him, his size big and daunting but I wasn’t dissuaded and I took him further in until his tip nudged the back of my throat.

We both stayed still for a moment, giving each other time to get accustomed to his large c0ck in my small mouth. I enjoyed watching Luca’s pinched face of pleasure, fascinated with the heaving of his chest and the tightening of his strong jaw. It fueled me knowing that I was doing that to him and the desire to detonate his restrained control spread all over me like a wildfire.

I began to move.

His eyes instantly snapped shut. “Holy shit! Baby.”

I bobbed up and down his shaft, moaning at the sweet taste of him. Grey eyes met mine once more and his hands raked into my hair, pulling tightly on the locks as he began pumping into me.

I batted my lashes as I stared up at him, knowing he loved seeing me in such a submissive position. Months ago I hated it and how it made me feel but with Luca, I didn’t feel worthless or weak, I felt strangely empowered and in control.

“You’re so beautiful, so precious. Fuck bambina, keep taking me just like that until I fill your smart mouth with my cum.”

He looked so vulnerable, so bare, so unguarded and it was all because of me. I have never felt as powerful as I did right now.

I took him deeper, his words sparking something primal in me. I worked my mouth on him, my hands cupping his balls. Luca went wild beneath me, thrusting into me with a feral passion. My eyes stung at the new pressure but I refused to gag and I sucked and bobbed and grazed my teeth around him.

“Yes, yes.” Luca groaned, throwing his head back as his body erupted into quivers, his hands gripping painfully into my hair as he emptied himself inside my mouth.

I sucked down on his tip, drawing out more and more of his cum, wanting to drain every last drop down my throat but Luca had other ideas. He pulled out of my mouth, shaking his c0ck as the last spurt of his release splashed all over my face.

I shamelessly opened my mouth to get some in it, enjoying the unhinged look on Luca’s face as he watched me. My smile was naughty when I sat back on the car seat and erotically rubbed the cream all over my face.

If looks could burn, I’d have been a pile of ashes on the car rug.

Luca threw his side of the door open and got out, coming around mine to do the same.

I gasped when I was lifted in the air. “Luca what are you-”

“The car won’t do.” He growled.

“The car won’t do what?”

“Give the required space I need to fuck the lights out of you. We’re going up to your place.”

My brain shut down and so did my heart, all their power zapping into the pulse between my legs as I let Luca carry me up to my apartment, every nerve in my body ready for him to fuck the lights out of me.