With my Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY'S POV

I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming, but who was I kidding? The feeling was too intense to hide.

Gripping the handle tightly, I turned up the vibration and let the toy do its work. Call me selfish, but I had never truly been satisfied enough. Not even after spending the night with Joe, my boyfriend. He just had the tendency of fumbling just when I needed him the most.

Like he was engineered to mess things up.

I had come home only an hour ago, and here I was again, chasing that feeling. Just a little more bliss was all I wanted. Was that too much?

You can call me a bad girl; I don't mind. I like sneaking past my stepfather's 11 o'clock curfew. Good luck trying to keep a restless girl locked down.

Slowly, I let the toy do its thing. It felt good. So good...

Just like always, I craved this from someone who actually knew what they were doing. Who knew when to be faster, harder, or teasing. Not just a hot guy with size who fumbled through it.

A soft sigh slipped out as I relaxed into the feeling.

My mind wandered.

Eighteen years old. Fresh out of high school, and my stepdad's keeping me home longer than planned, claiming he's sorting out my dream college admission. I didn't even make the grades, so now I'm stuck; restless, frustrated, and hating him more every day.

Just call it the teenage rebellious age.

Mom's in a coma after that awful fight with him. She got out of the moving car, and... well, the doctors say if she wakes up, she might be a vegetable. At 39, needing someone to take care of her most basic needs?

It's heartbreaking. Very.

Luciano, my stepbrother, has been helpful in his own cold way. He's heartless, always looks dangerous, but there's a flicker of something human in him. Still, I don't get why Mom left my cheating dad. The same man who had nowhere else to show how his infidelity was shameless but on the body of three of her best friends. Long story short, she got herself a fine Italian man named Enzo.

They're both hot, though. My stepfather and especially his son.

That doesn't change how insanely attractive I find Luciano.

Just thinking his name sent a shiver through me, that deep, forbidden tingle spreading fast.

Eyes closed, I pictured his face-those piercing gray eyes staring down. I curled my toes, lifting my hips. I wanted him. The real him. All of him.

I wanted him to take control in ways that were completely wrong. To touch me where no stepbrother should.

Pleasure surged, sharp and overwhelming. I arched, breathing heavier than I meant to.

My body shook as the wave built.

A loud sound escaped my throat as I gripped the duvet.

"Tiffany?"

The door opened without warning.

Crap.

Heart slamming, I yanked the covers over myself, leaving the still-vibrating toy where it was as Luciano stepped into view. Thank goodness my bed was tucked behind the bookshelf.

"What?" I snapped, voice shaky.

He stood there, eyes roaming over me like he already suspected me. Even through the thick duvet, he seemed like he sensed something. He then walked around the room like he was searching for something.

"What on earth are you doing?" I yelled. "Ever heard of privacy? Knocking?"

Luciano rolled his eyes, glanced at the door, and walked out without a word.

I let out a trembling breath, relief mixed with lingering heat.

Seconds later, the door swung open again.

"Did you see my..." Luciano paused, then smiled as he reached into my closet and pulled down his charger. "This."

My cheeks burned. I had borrowed it days ago after leaving mine at the mall. I used it last night. How the hell did it end up so high?

I straightened my legs under the covers, praying he couldn't hear the faint buzz still going. The toy was still there, humming softly while I stared at the guy I had just been fantasizing about.

I tried not to react as my body began to reach bliss again.

Luciano stood there shirtless, sweaty, hair messy, chest flushed probably from training. If not for the taekwondo pants he had on, I would have sworn that he just came from something else entirely.

That low vibration... God, please don't let him notice. I could see his eye twitch, like he was trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

It couldn't be that loud. Just this little buzzing sound, vibrating. His gaze hovered around the suspected area for a few seconds before he looked away.

I bit my lip hard to stifle any sound, breath uneven as I tried to discreetly reach under the duvet. But his eyes were locked on me, intense.

His lips curved into that sly smirk. He shrugged, pushed his hair back, and turned to leave.

"I don't want to know what the heck you were doing, Tiff," he said over his shoulder. "Next time, just lock the door!"

Omg! What was that? Did he know? Was the sound that obvious?

Oh snap!