All Chapters of Claimed By My Mafia Step brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“What do you want, Mr. Romano?” she asked.“Valentino,” I corrected, annoyed, before grabbing her hands away from her bra. She tried to pull away from my grip, but I wasn’t having it.“I have to go,” she said, trying to get up once again.“See, that’s the thing, Barbie. I’m supposed to be ‘handling’ you right now. My brother was very upset about the whole Isabella thing.” I smirked, loving how her fear and nervousness were visibly noticeable on her face as it skyrocketed.“I promise I won’t screw up anymore, Valentino,” she pleaded.My dick twitched at the sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her body was right against mine, her sex mere pieces of fabric away. The temptation was screaming at me, and it all began with her.“Persuade me,” I whispered, my voice getting deeper with lust.She stared into my eyes for a long moment before she got down on the floor. I watched as she unbuttoned my trousers before unzipping them.“Only if you want to,” I muttered as my eyes found hers.“I do

VALENTINO I heard the door to the estate close, alerting me that my brother and the girl, Isabella, had left the house. I should have known that Alex was losing his heart to the girl. My brother was the type to do that sort of thing—dating, marriage, having kids. I, on the other hand, preferred the better side of things—making money, fucking, having women. My brother’s happiness meant a lot to me, but Dmitri deserved to pay for what he had done. I hoped Enzo’s heart wouldn’t get in the way of my plan. He could fuck her as he saw fit, but the time to set the plan into motion was coming soon. Very soon. It didn’t take me long to enter the club. The first thing that caught my eye was Anastasia. She was on the pole wearing her pink plastic-like lingerie set with heels to match. From the moment I met her, I knew she would do a phenomenal job. It was the way men seemed captivated by her appeal—it’s what captivated me. “Mr. Romano,” a girl purred out, coming up to me with a tray of

Every time he pushed in a little more of himself, I grimaced in pain. The feel of my body expanding to compensate for his size was what hurt the most. It seemed to go like that for a while until he was completely inside of me.His eyes stared into my own as he began to pump his full girth into my patient body. It hurt, but the more he worked himself inside of me, the less pain I felt.Soon, I was moaning in pleasure. He seemed to take my moans as encouragement because he began to move faster and harder into my body. I didn’t even know it was possible to move that fast. My walls were massaging his shaft as he entered me, hitting my g-spot every time.My eyes found his, only to see he was looking at me intensely before his gaze fell down to my lips. I leaned up and kissed him deeply as he continued to thrust madly into me.“Valentino,” I moaned as I broke the kiss.His lips roamed down to my breast, where he pulled the bud in between his te

She turned her head a bit to look at me from over her shoulder. With a smirk on my face, my hand came down onto her ass once again, only harder. She flinched slightly, but bit down on her lip to keep from saying anything else.I was rocking in and out of her body way harder than I had ever fucked anyone before. My anger consumed me, and her pussy was my only outlet. I could feel her knees beginning to grow weak, so I lifted her up against the glass and continued fucking her sweet pussy from behind. Again, my hand came down to smack her ass over and over until my hand was stinging.When I looked down at my work, a grin formed on my face at the sight of the red handprint on her bottom.Turning her around, I lifted her, so her legs were wrapped around my waist.I bit down on her lip before my hand trailed up her body to her nipple. I pinched her flesh before twisting it. Moving down her body, my teeth clamped down onto her nipple before my tongue swi

AnastasiaI placed my head on his shoulder. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I loved this side of him. He made me feel like I wasn’t alone at times, fostering a wish in me that he could act like that all of the time.“All my life I have been acting like I was her mother. I allowed myself to have hope that, for once, she was my mum and she wanted more from herself. I understand why she’s so sad. Her life is all screwed up, but is it selfish of me to wonder why she has to ruin mine?” I asked.His hands rubbed my back soothingly again, leading the butterflies in my stomach to suddenly awaken.As I inhaled his cologne, I found myself growing a sudden craving for him that was more than sexual. It was hard to explain, but it was a lot harder for my mind to comprehend.“I’m here for you, Bambolina, I just hope you remember that,” he stated. His voice was deep and rich with his perfect Italian accent sliding off each word. Being held by him felt like my favorite place in the world. With