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Forbidden Affair with My Mafia Stepbrother R18

The man I had a passionate one-night stand with turned out to be my stepbrother…and the mafia boss. "The sweet taste of your lips, your lewd moans, all the times that you begged me to do you harder, and the way your hips moved under me…I remember everything about you and that night, Abigail…" After her fiancé suddenly dumps her to marry her best friend, Abigail decides to drown her sorrows in the passionate embrace of an attractive stranger for the night. Fate plays a game with her again, when she finds out that the man that she spent the night with turned out to be her stepbrother, Raphael. Abigail finds herself living together with Raphael after her mother marries his father. With her mother’s perfect marriage at stake, Abigail does everything to hide her secret affair with Raphael from everyone but how can she escape from his seductive traps when Raphael refuses to let her go no matter how many times she begged. When their parents go on their honeymoon, Abigail is left to fend for herself from the lusty and calculating beast living under the same roof. Just when his heated kisses and seductive caresses tear down her walls of defense, Abigail is shocked to learn of Raphael’s engagement and the dark secret behind his family business. While at the same time, their parents are keen on arranging Abigail’s marriage to secure her future. Through it all, can Abigail gain what she desperately yearns for the most from Raphael: His Love. How can these two lovers who are destined to play ‘House’ overcome their cursed forbidden relationship and create a happy ending for themselves? My other books: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Conquering the Emperor, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, Lust Contracts, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King. Penname: Realfantasies

Realfantasies · Urban
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106 Chs

Teasing Affairs Under the Table

While everyone was absorbed in conversation, all I could do was focus on the hand that Raphael had placed on my lap. Without looking at me, he continued stroking my thigh leisurely. My heart skipped a beat in my chest and I almost let out a cry when his hand slipped underneath my skirt and begin stroking my thigh directly. The warmth of his hand made my skin feel even more sensitive than before as I tried desperately to press my thighs tightly together. Raphael was so evil and such a pro at pretending that nothing was going on as he continued to engaged our parents in conversation. On the other hand, I struggle to keep a straight face as my heart leapt in my chest and a throbbing ache formed in between my legs.