I Am My Mafia Stepbrothers Flaw

Chapter 4

AXEL'S POV

Never since I was fourteen have I put myself in a situation I couldn't get out of. And it's never been because of a woman.

But I was sitting in my car with a raging hard d**k that wouldn't go down no matter how many times I jerked my attention away to dirty thoughts of her voice, her sexy little body, her quick little hands, and her pouty little mouth.

I couldn’t help the favt that i haven’t been able to look at another woman or even pick interest in any since i met her.

To get rid of this painful lust, the thought of touching someone else made me feel bad. She wasn't even my type, fuck.I liked my women to be obedient, dark-haired, willing to please, and quiet about it.

was not at all like that. She laughed too hard, talked too much, and was the only blonde I had ever met in the cosa nostra.

Everything about her made it clear that she was selfish in bed, taking what she wanted and not caring about her partner at all. I really don't understand how I could have talked to her first. I had only met her once, for a short greeting that didn't matter.

She kept frowning the whole time, and when she wasn't frowning, she put on a smile that was as fake and cheap as the fake red-soled Louboutins I had seen her wear twice before.

Her mom was getting married to my dad, but she liked to act like she wasn't happy about it. I knew that her poor life would get better after one year as a Dawson than all the years she spent as a Damien.

She may have seen a chance to get even more from my family, which is why she broke into my room that night.

As thoughts of that night came back to me, they made me even meaner than I was before. I saw her leave the bodega she had been in for fifteen minutes.

It was like my thoughts and despair had brought her back to me. She was telling the bartender who made her coffee goodbye.

He was nice to her and gave her oat milk for the price of regular milk every freaking day of the week because he wanted to f**k her. A voice in my head said that's if he hadn't already.

I had my hands wrapped around the steering wheel because I thought she might have f****d him before.You should teach him a lesson before he thinks about asking for seconds. The sun was shining on her face, making it look beautiful.

I made the mistake of pulling her long blonde hair back in the bathroom. Now I know what it really felt like, how soft and smooth it was.

I almost wanted to drag her all the way to my bed and flash the memories of her away as hard as I could until I forgot her face, the way her hands felt, her smart mouth, and her big smile.

In one hand she had a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine in a brown paper bag. In the other hand she had her best coffee.

She was only wearing a thin white tank top and black cotton shorts that were so short they could have been knickers because they barely covered her behind.

Her full, pert breasts pushed against the thin fabric, which blocked most of her toned stomach.

The desire to follow her became too strong for me to handle, so I clenched my fingers on the steering wheel. I got a bothersome itch behind my neck, and as I watched her walk up the stairs to her flat, the darkness made my blood flow more slowly.

She made me want to follow her, but I'm not going to let her win. Now that I knew where she lived and had caught a peek of her, I was going to leave and drive off, but my plans fell apart when I saw her pull over in front of a guy.

He was a preppy blonde who was smiling at her so brightly it was blinding. I was interested in whether she had f****d him before.

It was becoming clear to me that my new stepsister was not worth the trouble. I shouldn't care about her or worry about who she sleeps with as long as she's not telling anyone.

But when he reached out and touched her golden-brown hair, which curled slightly and fell in front of her face, I clenched my teeth and slammed the door shut with more force than was necessary.

The sun was hot and heavy on my back, but the liquid lava running through my veins was much worse. When I came up behind her and walked up to her, I saw the man scrunch up in fear.

She tightened up her thin shoulders and turned around with a frown on her face. "If it isnt my fratello." she said.

Her smile was so sharp it could cut through ice. I glared, but there was a dark sense of humour in my eyes. The sound of Italian on her lips was very interesting. It seemed like something she hadn't grown up with.

I whispered so that only she could hear me as I walked up to her. "Do brothers know what their sisters taste like?" She jerked away from me, and her cornflower blue eyes showed fear and irritation.

"Your brother?" Blondie asked.

She said, "Stepbrother," and her eyes were ice cold on me for a few seconds before she turned around. "Tony, I'll see you later." Don't start that show without me.

He said "yes" and left. She let out a sigh and carefully put her coffee cup in her hand that was already full of the paper bag.

Then she opened her door, pushed her key into the hole, and walked in. I came in when she was about to close the door, but she stopped me and i had to forcefully go in. She gave me a mean look and then dropped her groceries on the counter of her open kitchen.

"Dawson, what can I do for you?"

"End this thing with Tony. You should never be alone with a man because it's clear that you can't be trusted with the make gender".

"And what do you say for yourself?" she asked.

I leaned my left arm against the wall.I got close enough till the tips of her breasts touched my chest.

"But I thought you were my brother." She sniffed and looked at me with eyes as cold as ice.

"Dawson, what the f**k do you want?"

I curled her hand around my hurt c**k, I hissed when she grabbed it. I want you to finish what you began.

Like the last time, she was a f*****g tease because she put her body into mine and looked up at me with those f**k me eyes.

And like the last time, I lost all sense of reality and could only think with my d**k. As she leaned in close to whisper in my ear, her blue-tipped nails ran down my middle.

"And just what do you want, Axel?" Do you want me to kneel down for you? To suck you? Or how about I bend over for you right now? Would you like that?"

A soft stroke went across my chest as her eager hands cupped my erection. I grabbed her tightly, letting out a deep groan.

"You're still being so mean to me, it's sad,your silly" i said pissed off.

she said in a mean voice. "f**k you, Axel." Before she could turn away and leave, I grabbed her shoulder and hips, bent her over the counter, and pushed her head down. I pulled her head up by her hair and pressed my hardened erection hard against her behind.

"Would you say that again, sweetheart?" I growled angrily into her ears and shook my hips roughly against hers, not being able to get away fast enough.

As she fought under me, she yelled, "What the f**k is wrong with you? Do not touch me!"

"I don't think so," I rasped. Then I grabbed her tiny cotton shorts and ripped them off, easily ripping them off of her. I groaned when I saw her beautiful pert a s s.

My hand lay flat on her behind and went up her slim hips. "Maybe I should show you how to finish what you start?"

"Axel," she called out.

It was "Fratello," I growled.

"What-"

"Call me fratello if you want me to stop."

"What do you want to do?" "Don't you dare- ah!" She let out a loud grunt when I stuck two fingers into her wet p***y. I was wrong, she was even wetter than I thought.

"Oh, Sorella, look at how wet you are!" I teased. "I guess I'm not the only one who's silly huh." I hissed at her and went into her hard and quickly with my fingers while she shook and mumbled words I couldn't understand over and over again.

When I saw that she was coming, I pulled my fingers back and started going very slowly and shallowly to stop her from having an orgasm.

She gasped and said, "What the hell, Axel?"

"Take me there."

"You have to say please."

"f**k you!"

"That answer isn't correct"

I laughed and undid my belt and trousers, then pushed myself in between her thighs.

This kept her from fully enjoying full pleasure.She was dripping so wet that i would have cummed right away.

Fix it inside Axel!" Her voice was shaking desperately ⁰she spoke, and her long nails were scratching at my arms.

I clamped her arms behind her back and pushed her head down until her cheek touched the flat, cold surface of her kitchen counter. I liked how helpless she looked and how hard she was trying but failing.

As the orgasm tore through me, I gripped her hips even tighter and pushed harder and harder until it felt like my lungs would burst and my veins would explode. I pulled away and poured on her back and behind.

I was out of breath and loving seeing my come dripping between her ass cheek some spots on her golden skin were red from holding on too tight.

When I saw her completely savaged body, something dark, violent, and explosive lit up inside me with pleasure. It looked like it said "mine," but that can't be because I could forget about her and move on with my life now that I had seen her enough. She turned around and glared at me.

The loud, angry unhappiness on her face made me laugh out loud. "Really?" She said. I raised my shirt's zipper with a shrug.

"Go find an apology somewhere else,I won't give you any. "

I kind of expected that, f*ck you very much," she growled.

I lost my cool and put my hands around her thin neck, pushing her against the bar until her back was against it. I said in a harsh whisper, "Be careful how you talk to me and how you look at me." I looked deep into those ice blue eyes that were struggling for air but couldn't hide her fear.

I've killed for a lot less, and no one will miss a rude whore.Before I let her go, something weak, more intense than anger and less cold than fear, went through her eyes. I left her flat, and she wouldn't look up at me.

Instead, she kept looking at the floo until i left. After a short time, I was driving my car and looking at her apartment hall.

I was in the middle of a huge drug deal with the Mexicans, talks with the Polish about territory, and the Bratva were coming up with new and sneaky ways to bother me, but I was running after my stepsister.

I ran my hands through my hair and thought about all my actions. One that won't happen again, I told myself before I left.