Seducing My Mafia Stepbrother

ly's

the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treas

tunning ensemble that feels just right-a beautiful off-the-shoulde

ments my skin tone flawlessly, maki

with a flirty jean skirt that clings

es little to the imagination, and I ca

straps wrapping around my ankles like a second skin, a

eup and hair, wanting to enhance my

s flutter and my eyes pop, followed by a subtle

s depth, while a hint of blush gives my ch

dark brown curls cascading freely,

nto bouncy, voluminous curls that frame my f

I venture out in search of Sebasti

he always cooks breakfast for us. The tantalizing aroma of bacon and egg

irresistible. What am I saying? He's

ning light, each muscle defined and

elow his hips, teasingly revealing that delicious ha

f him standing tall at 6 foot 2, the em

, a deep, primal growl escapes him, sending

that feels electric, holding it for a few tantalizing seconds befo

appropriate for school, baby girl," he says, his v

the unmistakable bulge forming in the front of his shorts as he

ession a mix of urgency and temp

," he urges, his tone almost pleadin

fingers up his chiselled arm, relishing

ncing up at him playfully as mischief danc

of crispy bacon from the plate. I take a bite and let

Holding the piece of bacon up to his lips

ng in his eyes, before he nibbles o

re you wearing?" I respond with a playful grin, "Well

feeling the fabric brush against my skin. His gaze intensif

grown. Now go change." But I'm not r

tion. "No," I whisper defiantly, a playful glint in my eyes as I dart past him, flinging

a cocoon. The thrill of the moment sends a rush of excitement and jitters through

gering on my every curve, igniting a fire within

back at the house, catching a glimpse o

looking both frustrated and intrig

ward in a half-smile, and I can't h

m notice me, to stir something i