Page 2 of Terror of Tuscany


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“Whoever she is, she’smine.”

My entire body is energized, like a damn lightning bolt hit me square on top of the head. Trying to swallow I find my mouth as dry as the desert, my cock hard as stone. Despite there being a dozen people around, I want to walk up to the sexy young thing, take her hand and lead her up to my bedroom…the last gentle act she ever sees from me before I tear her clothes off and claim her as mine for all of eternity.

Never, ever, have I felt an urge like this…this primal need to just ravage and fuck someone in a way that’s not even remotely human. I’ve always been surrounded by clingers, women who I always ignore as I focus on running the organization with an iron fist and extreme discipline. The women that come at me get a quick dose of reality when I tell them to try taking what they’re offering to my men instead because I’m not interested. Not. One. Bit.

But her…this girl. I’m a helluva a lot more than interested.

Possessiveness courses through my veins, a need I’ve never known burning out of control as if every second I drink the sight of her more gasoline is dumped on the raging inferno inside of me that she’s stoking.

Releasing Jimmy, and without taking my eyes off hers, I remove myself from the car and march right up to her, my men trailing me.

My father turns to me and says, “Ah, Giiiiio,” the Italian pride of having a son causing him to draw out my name. “I was wondering where you were.”

He knew exactly where I was, but that isn’t the point. “Here, you remember Alicia.”

Of course I do. Somehow the woman managed to get her hooks into my dad, but that isn’t my concern anymore. Not to mention my old man’s been pretty firm about the fact that they’re moving in together no matter what anyone thinks and ‘that’s that.’

Now…the girl on Alicia’s right side, the one gawking at me. She’s much more important, and the only woman, or girl, I’m concerned about.

“And who is this?” As soon as I look at her her chin ducks and her line of sight darts from me toward the ground in front of her, her body becoming small as she rubs her right shin against the back of her left calf.

Her subliminal, submissive body language only makes me want her more, my cock raging with somehow even more need.

Fuck. I want those eyes looking up at me while her sexy pouty little lips are wrapped around my rod as I watch her struggle to suck its considerable girth. “Alicia’s daughter?”

“Your new stepsister,” Alicia announces as she grabs her hand. “Gina, say hello to your new stepbrother Gio.” She gives a laugh. “Even your names go together.”

Now it’s my turn to step forward and she flinches backward slightly. Being this close I now realize it’s not a foot of height I have over her, but damn near a foot and a half as my wide shoulders and large frame cast a shadow over the entirety of her as I tower over her.

I should reach out my hand to shake hers as a polite introduction, but I don’t trust myself not to get any closer to her, knowing I’d be too tempted to wrap my tennis racket of a mitt around her waist, pull her in close and then lift her up so she can wrap her legs around me.

But there’s no way that can possibly fly being that she’s my new… I swallow hard.

Stepsister.

Thank God there isn’t blood involved, because I have no idea how I’d be able to justify all the things I want…need…to do with her. To her.

And when it comes to having her, I will not be denied.

Chapter Two

Gina

It is embarrassing to flinch at his mere presence, to recoil backwards in a primal, protective, survive at any costs kind of way.

But the man is just so…big.

Even his hands look powerful. Those crooked, bruised knuckles that proudly display ink that runs all the way up his arms, fully sleeved, making me wonder how much of the rest of his body is covered in ink. I know that the people my stepfather is associated with aren’t exactly normal, with Gio being Exhibit 1A.

God, there’s nothing like a powerful man. Immediately, even though I know he’s my new step brother, I feel my body temperature rise to the point I feel like I’m cooking inside, melting.

He takes my hand in his massive paw and immediately I hear the low rumble in his throat, causing my nipples to bead up so damn taut and hard I swear they could cut glass.

And I’m going to have to be around this guy on a regular basis? My new stepbrother, my...relative, my family? Fuck me.

It’s been a hard year, but at least now my mother is happy and seems to be in a good place. I’ve been telling myself for months it’s time to focus on me now that she’s taken care of. And that means finally being able to let loose a bit and enjoy life rather than being buried in my books.

How much older is this beast of a man? Fifteen years, probably? Ugh. His body, demeanor, tone of voice, everything about him down to the way he smells is exactly like the sexy older man I’ve always fantasized about when my vibrator is buried deep between my legs.

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