With my Mafia Stepbrother

It was supposed to be a normal sibling bond. Forbidden lines were never meant to be crossed-but Tiffany had other plans. All she could think about was her stepbrother, Luciano, and the dangerous allure he carried.

The tension between them was electric, a spark that threatened to ignite into something neither could control.

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A faint gasp escaped her throat as she gripped the sides of the chair, biting her lower lip with her eyes closed. She wanted this-this was what she had been craving. A rush of emotion surged through her as Luciano's hand moved close, teasing, before he abruptly stopped.

His voice, low and hoarse, cut through the tension.

"You have to be a good girl and be patient." A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he watched her fumble, quickly pulling down her skirt and crossing her legs. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She couldn't believe what had just happened-what she had allowed to happen.

"You jerk!" she groaned through clenched teeth, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration.

Luciano simply shrugged, unfazed, as he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of their father's mansion. "I can be your favorite," he said with a smirk.