Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

All I remember was falling asleep with Luciano’s hands holding me gently.

He cuddled me to sleep and everything felt really calm and peaceful at that moment.

When I finally woke up, he wasn’t beside me.

I didn’t mind cause he could be anywhere doing anything. He could even be working out, raising some dumbbells and grinning hard.

I’ve watched Luciano work out a few times and I must confess that it is a sight to behold.

The way his muscles all form together and show strength is magical.

I yawned audibly and looked around me. I checked the alarm clock beside me and quickly sprawled to my feet.

I needed to get ready for school. I grabbed my duvet and put it away.

I brushed my teeth quickly while simultaneously getting my clothes out.

“Ourgh!” I sounded when I mistakenly hit my legs against the bathroom door.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I washed my face and grabbed my sponge from the holder. I sponged my body gently while using my hands to trace my body.

When I was dine bathing, I grabbed a dried towel and dried my body. I dried my hair and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

When I turned to get my clothes, I slid into the jeans and they felt comfy.

I grabbed the T-shirt and slid it overly head too. When I applied lip gloss on my lips, I realized I hadn’t seen Luciano yet.

At first it felt weird but I tried to brush off the thoughts. I got my bag and walked to his room.

I didn’t bother knocking so I pushed the door open.

Luciano was sitting right on his bed and the moment he saw me, he put something away.

I had no idea what because I didn’t see it but I frowned.

“Tiffany,” he called when he saw me.

“What was that?” I asked instead.

He frowned and raised his brow up in inquiry. “What was what?”

“Stop playing dumb. I saw you put something away. This isn’t the first time, Luciano. You always do this.”

“Tiffany,” he called unbelievably. “Trust me, I am not hiding anything.”

“Well, you’ll have to prove it by telling me what that was.”

“I was almost naked,” he blurted. “I was taking off my clothes cause I needed to bath. When the door opened, it was a reflex action to cover my fucking nakedness.”

I couldn’t understand that. It did make some sense that he was trying to cover himself but how about the rest times?

This wasn’t the first time he was hiding something from me and it made me angry that I couldn’t get a grip on it.

“You don’t believe me?” He asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Forget it. I was just trying to understand you.”

“You know me Tiff, you don’t have to put in extra efforts to understand me.”

“Hmm-hmm.”

“You’re dressed already,” he said. “I’m sorry I haven’t had my bath and I may delay a bit. I’ll hasten up I promise.”

“No no. You don’t have to.”

“What?” He asked.

“I mean- you don’t have to hasten up with your stuff. I’ll just get to school myself. You know I can find my way around.”

“No.”

“But Luciano,” I scowled. “I’m already dressed.”

“Doesn’t change a thing,” he fired. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The way his countenance changed made me frown. I was only trying to make it easier for us.

I swallowed hard. It was obvious that he was keeping something from me.

He didn’t know how to say it but I knew he had something to say.

Luciano remained in the bed and breathed out. He traced his hands through his hair like someone who was uneasy.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I told him. “I’m sick and tired of going in circles with you. I need you to tell me what the hell is wrong and what you’re keeping away from me.”

“I’m not keeping anything,” he defended. “I am not hiding anything either. Stop with the suspicions and just figure out something.”

“Well what I’m trying to figure out is you. So tell me Luciano. What is really going on?”

“You should go,” he said.

“What? I’m asking you a fucking question and you just ask me to go?”

“Didn’t you say you want to go?” He asked me back. “Feel free.”

Something was definitely wrong and he kept acting it.

“I need to what’s going on. Please just tell me something. Don’t keep me in the dark. It sucks to not understand what’s going on and most importantly, to know you’re hiding something from me.”

“It could be for your good.”

“That’s what you always say and I’m done. If you’re doing something to protect me then I should know. I should be able to understand what I,’n being protected from.”

“You want to know?” He asked and I gave a small nod.

“Yes, Luciano. I want to know.”

“Fine,” he scoffed with a small approving nod. “I met a ghost when I went for a run.”

A furrow appeared in my forehead as Luciano told the jokes. He was laughing and I couldn’t stop holding my hands in a fist.

“You don’t believe me?” He asked looking in my direction. “Tiff, I almost messed things up.”

I had no idea what he meant by that but I wanted to listen attentively till I got what he was trying to say.

“Stop making jokes,” I told him. “This is serious and you keep making fun of it.”

He smirked in a way like he was avoiding the question.

“How did you sleep last night?” He asked changing the topic.

I raised my brows.

“I know you slept good, Tiff. You mumbled my name in your sleep throughout the night.”

My eyes itched for some strange reason but I knew it was just because I was nervous.

He looked at me and smiled. I turned my face and walked away.