Touched by the Mobster

Chapter IV - Apolo Benavente

The night was just beginning. Max, my older brother, had spent the entire day away, which suggested he would return home early. The doorbell rang several times until the maid opened it. I waited at the top of the stairs, watching the goddess, adored by my brother, walk towards me.

"Well, well, well, a visit from my sister-in-law at this hour? " She looked at me with disdain. I had been in love with Blanka since I was 16. In reality, it wasn't love, just fun, due to her royal appearance. Perhaps that was what intrigued me so much: her superior air, which reminded me a lot of a Game of Thrones princess.

We almost became a couple, until her father, Erick Lukasser, the embodiment of all morality, common sense, and, most importantly, good manners, prevented me from having her as my girlfriend. In reality, I just wanted to win her over from my brother; he's also crazy about her.

But the Lukasser family, precious, upholding morality and good manners, preaching the virtues of a good citizen, rejected me because I was the second son of a man who ruined his family in one week after taking control of the mafia.

My grandfather had a heart attack when he learned that the roles had reversed, and my father died of grief. As the eldest son, the expected and desired firstborn, Maxwell became the head of the family. And in Max's first attempt to ask Blanka to be his girlfriend, there was Erick, opening the doors of his family to betroth his precious daughter to my mafia brother.

My brother, as always, getting everything he wants, became engaged to her, the most desired beauty in town, at least among the high class. I, who, despite being his successor in case something happens to him, not that I want it, am seen as a loser. Max comes and goes, travels, sometimes here, sometimes in another country, in another world.

That’s not for me. Apolo Benavent will never be a mafioso like my brother. That’s why I had time to discover that our friend Erick Lukasser, my brother’s future father-in-law, has no interest in marrying her to him, but rather in joining the mafia, on the side of the Donatello family, the biggest in town. Max is just the way to get to them. Knowing this, I used it to my advantage. I won’t marry Blanka, but I can have her for my amusement.

" What do you want, Apolo? " I looked at the woman with straight blonde hair, the ends curled, staring at me with curiosity in a designer pink dress, before whispering in her ear.

" Don’t have any idea, darling? " She sighed. Last night, while the poor guy I brought into your casino kept Max busy, I was with your precious fiancée in a hotel room, pretending to be her future husband, playing my part as a tester. To my disappointment, the night was short. I need more today.

In ancient Rome or Egypt, it doesn’t matter where, there were always tasters of wines and foods, the so-called royal testers. I can say that I have the same role for my brother, but in this case, with women. I have to test them before him. His fiancée is part of this little game of mine, but without him knowing. Blanka is an incredibly beautiful woman, but only on the outside. She didn’t please me at all in bed. However, she will be my future sister-in-law, and just knowing that I’m one step ahead of the great Max, at least in this, makes me want to have her again.

"You know that if your brother dis.." I placed my finger on her thin pink lips, moving the strap of her dress away with my free hand. The strap fell, then I lowered the other one, but the seam was tightening the fabric on her breasts, I'm not the patient type, who wastes time with sewing details. When she saw me tear her delicate garment, her eyes widened, I saw a pair of white breasts with pink n*****s appear in front of me like magic, covered in hickeys that I had made myself the night before. She tried to cover herself with her hands, I looked at her.

"I have two things to tell my brother, which one do you want to hear first?"

She ran up the stairs, entering my room hurriedly, like a frightened rabbit. I climbed the stairs slowly until I saw our butler appear. "Don't bother me, just let me know in advance if my brother arrives." Standing as always, he nodded. "Yes, Mr. Benavent."

I think everyone knows how difficult my task is. It’s not easy taming a woman who’s bad in bed to hand over to my brother. I entered my room and saw her standing, curled up. She immediately came to me. We exchanged a kiss while my hands tore the rest of her dress.

"That's better!" I looked at her naked body, seeing the torn pieces of fabric, fallen at her feet, she completely naked, I took off my clothes, picked her up, penetrated her quickly, making her gasp when she felt me ​​inside her and right there on the dresser I supported her, thrusting hard inside her, until she moaned in my ear. "Come on, shake it Blanka."

She tried a few awkward moves, hard on me, I rolled my eyes, but persisted, I'm having what will become of Max, this would already be more than good for me, before him, there was no other way, I held her hair wrapping it around my hand, made her kneel down and made her suck me,

"Come on suck this properly" she put it in her mouth, I took a deep breath impatiently, my brother will be screwed, he wasn't even a virgin, nor does he know how to give good oral.

I held her face until I saw her choking on my member, I forced it down her throat. "No teeth, honey, no teeth. Don't bite, it's just mouth and tongue."

I held the back of her neck tightly and penetrated her throat until I saw her perfectly shaped pink mouth, my veins changed, I thrust hard making her drool, her skin getting redder, until she started to sweat, getting used to my member in her mouth, the makeup smeared in her eyes, this excited me more and more, holding her tightly by the head, I spurted inside her mouth, she made a disgusted face, I refused holding her.

"Swallow, I want to see you swallow." She forced it, making a terrible face until she swallowed, she came out feeling like vomiting.

"Come on, stand up, I'm not done yet." Obediently, I looked at her whole light body, with pinkish, almost white parts, with several traces of mine, only mine, that I made while I f****d her the night before, except for my traces there was nothing darker than her blond pubic hair.

"Go to bed, get on all fours for me, I want to use you like a dog." She looked at me with fear. "Apo..." I looked at her, it could be several calls from me, Max would never believe me, he's crazy about this woman. I watched her as she got on her knees on the bed, her white ass with the mark of the slaps I gave her last night with my hand was well drawn on her.

I penetrated her, making her bend over like a swollen cat. It had been slow, and she was already like this? "I swear it's the biggest stupidity, my brother maintaining this celibacy until he marries you! The worst w***e in that nightclub is a thousand times better than you!" I entered her deeper, making her bend over even more. She looked at me until she relaxed with me inside her. "You're worse than all his girls." I said, penetrating her. I saw her holding the blanket on my bed.

As I entered deeper and deeper, and it didn't take long for me to reach my climax, I laughed, I ran my hand over her opening, I rubbed her face with my liquid, she tried to turn around and when she looked at me she let me lick her. "Taste it, taste your flavor." She looked at me angrily, I kept entering her more and more until I got bored. "Go on your knees, I can only get there in your throat, you're terrible in bed, you're too wet, you're too wide, hard as a dick."

I finished with my sister-in-law until she was red in bed, her back marked by my mouth and teeth. "You don't need to come anymore, I won't call you." She raised her head looking at me in disbelief, her hair, which was once straight, now messy and undone by my hands. I took a shower, she was picking up the remains of her dresses on the floor, and I watched her as she got ready.

"Apollo, please..." I looked at her from above, she was on the floor still on her knees with the pieces of cloth in her hands. "What do you want, my dear? Tell me?" I crouched down in front of her and she tried to grab me. I moved away. Her mouth didn't smell nice, and her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared, I noticed that she wasn't so pretty.

"Please don't say anything to your brother, he might, he might..." She began to stutter in tears, I smiled when I saw that one day I had flattered this woman so much to accept me, and today she was so broken. I confess that I imagined a different Blanka, perhaps more passionate, she always had an air of superiority, she was the most sought after at school, the boys always tried to please her with gifts.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him anything. I don't care if your father wants to join the mafia, create his own branch of illegal business, or even take your place. In fact, he won't, and you know it. He's a loser, weak, and has no nerve." I finished buttoning the sleeves of my blouse. When I took my cell phone out of my bag, I called my father.

"Daddy's coming to get me, he promised me he wouldn't say anything." I said looking at him, it was a good family job, Blanka wasn't being used, she was cooperating a lot with her father, this showed me that there really was no love, Max was screwed, even though he had crossed the line with his future wife, I thought he deserved something better, but if he wanted her, what was wrong with getting together with her?

I walked to my closet and grabbed a dress. I threw a dress in her direction. There was no shortage of women here who always left clothes behind. It wouldn't be well-received if she left in pieces. She put on the yellow dress that belonged to a college student.

I left the room to make her feel more comfortable. As soon as I reached the front door, she walked past me, fixing her hair with her hand. "Bye, honey! See you at the wedding." She said goodbye. She just looked at me, still in the shadows, but when she heard the horn, she smiled. "Do you keep your deal?" I said. It was obvious that I would. If I said it, Max wouldn't believe me. And in truth, I already had what I wanted: a little revenge.

"He won't say anything." I smiled at them. Could she really be that stupid? She walked past me. I knew it wasn't her first time. I've known women for a long time. I'm a Benavent. But Max is crazy about her, so he should be temporarily celibate. Will he remain faithful after the wedding? When I noticed how awful his wife would be, and how unchaste she was.

I asked myself, seeing him run into the car. I followed him and, in the car outside, his blond father with blue eyes, both looked at me. They looked English. He looked at me. I smiled at him and waved lightly. She just walked in, slamming the door. I waved goodbye to both of them.