Brutal Intentions: Chapter 11

I groan as I sink my cock into Mia’s pussy. This is all I’ve been able to think about for days, getting my girl on her back with her legs spread for me while I pound into her tight, pink velvet. So tight she’s only letting me in a few inches. She gasps and presses her hands against my belly, telling me to slow down because she can’t cope.

I ease up and move slower, giving her a chance to relax so I can go deeper, murmuring softly to her, “Who’s my good girl?”

I look around at her bed, her room. It’s so cute, and I get to fuck her in here. This is all I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.

Mia whimpers and clutches my shoulders as I move harder and deeper. After a few more strokes I pull out, turn her onto her stomach and drag her hips up.

Now she’s spread open before me, and what a sight she is. I take myself in my hand and plunge back into her.

“Give me that sweet grip of your pussy, Bambi. No one fucks like my angel of a stepdaughter.”

She buries her face in the blankets and moans with horror and desire. “Don’t say things like that when we’re having sex.”

“Why not? You love being a little slut for your stepdad. Look at that arch in your back. Only horny girls throw their asses out like this. Should I fuck that pussy like you need it?”

Apparently I should because she moans louder and starts to work her clit with her fingers. She moans faster and faster until her cries reach a peak.

Mia’s whole body flushes red as she comes, her face buried in the blankets and her arm scooped tightly around them.

I take that as my cue to finish fast and hard inside of her, groaning and gripping the fleshy part of her ass as I shoot my load deep inside her.

I smile to myself as I draw slowly out of her. “If you don’t like me talking dirty to you, you shouldn’t come like a horny little girl when I do.”

A door opens and closes downstairs. It sounded like the front door.

Mia gasps and jumps out of bed, grabbing for her clothes. “That’s Mom.”

She yanks her T-shirt and shorts on, gasps something about having a shower, and races out of the room.

I laugh under my breath and slowly pull my clothes on before remembering her birth control. How annoying that she’s hiding it from me when her getting pregnant could solve all our . . .

Problems.

I meet my own gaze in the vanity mirror and a wicked smile spreads over my face, stretching the scar on my lips. Oh, now there’s a plan.

Sure, it could create other problems, but think of what it could do for us. Faber told me to get my wife pregnant, but Mia’s been more like a wife to me than her mother has. Settling down with a family would be wonderful if it was with her.

Mia, our baby, my auto shop. That sounds like a life worth fighting for.

My gaze strays over Mia’s drawers, her bookshelves. Where would she keep the pills? I assume she’s hiding them because of Giulia. I try and think like a teenage girl who doesn’t want her mom to find something in her room.

Hiding them in a drawer or a box is out, and Giulia would think to look behind the dresser and under the mattress. How about somewhere in plain sight? There are framed prints on the walls, and I lift each one up and check behind it. The third one, I find what I’m looking for. Several packets of birth control pills taped behind the picture.

“Bingo.”

I take a photo of the pills with my phone, send it to one of my contacts, and then call him.

Gus picks up on the second ring. “Yo, Laz.”

“How much time will it take you to make half a dozen packets of fake birth control pills?” I tell him I’ve just sent him a picture, and I wait while he checks it out.

“You want knockoff birth control pills? There’s no profit in those.” Gus makes fake boner pills for a living and sells them on the internet. The man is minted.

“I don’t want knockoffs. I want fakes,” I explain. “All of them sugar pills. Can you do that?”

“Sure, why not. Aren’t you married now? Why is your wife on the pill?”

“Never mind about my wife. Just get me the pills, and fast. And don’t tell my brothers about this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I hope you’re a daddy real soon.”

I smile as I hang up the phone. Yeah, I hope so, too.

We need to come up with a plan so Mia doesn’t have to marry Drago Lastra or any other man. Maybe this isn’t the sort of plan she’d envision, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

By Wednesday evening, the fake birth control pills have been taped behind the print in Mia’s room for two days. She’s fertile right this second and the knowledge is making me crazy. I’m itching to get my hands on my girl and fuck her into next week and back.

But do I have the opportunity? No, because here comes my brother with Drago Lastra.

They arrive promptly at eight in the evening, Lastra holding a bouquet of red roses. He’s a tall, somber-looking man with heavy-lidded blue-gray eyes and a suit precisely tailored to his frame. A heavy silver watch glints on his wrist, and he murmurs a polite hello to everyone. He’s been elbow deep in men’s guts while they scream their dying screams, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. Under Giulia’s expensive lights, Lastra looks domesticated.

Almost, but not quite. There’s still something sharklike in those blue-gray eyes, and my hackles are all the way up.

Mia looks stunningly beautiful. She’s been worrying at her lips with her teeth, but her matte red lipstick is perfect, and her long lashes are dark and silky. Her hair is pinned up with a few loose strands falling softly around her face. The short, silky red dress rustles across her skin. It’s got spaghetti straps, and I know, Lastra knows, Faber knows, everyone fucking knows that Mia’s not wearing a bra. The sexy dress clings softly to her body in such a way that she may as well be naked.

“Miss Bianchi,” Lastra murmurs, offering her the red roses while he devours her with his gaze.

I roll my eyes. Roses, what a cliché. I want to smack them out of his hands and throw him out of this house.

Though she doesn’t want to, Giulia is watching her like a hawk, and Mia has to accept the flowers and say a polite word of thanks. The red roses match Mia’s slip dress and lipstick so perfectly I feel like Giulia and Faber coordinated these details over the phone.

While we eat dinner, Faber makes polite conversation with Mia that sets my teeth on edge, but it’s nothing to what Drago Lastra makes me feel every time his gaze latches onto my woman. I’m gripping my cutlery like weapons. Yes, Mia beautiful. Congratulations for figuring it out, Lastra. Now stop fucking staring at her.

Giulia talks on and on about Lastra’s homes, his cars, his luxurious lifestyle. He’s been divorced twice but Giulia laughingly waves that off as “clashes of personalities.” I’d put money on the fact that his ex-wives are terrified of him, and they ran from the man as fast as they could.

My wife glosses over his criminal activities and his violence. I haven’t been innocent in that department myself. Who at this table hasn’t beaten someone with their fists, a blunt weapon, a high-heeled shoe? Even Mia’s punched a boy in the face. But Lastra’s violence is on a whole other level. The rumors alone should be enough to make any loving mother stop and think before getting carried away with wedding plans, but apparently Giulia just doesn’t care.

At the end of the evening, Mia looks overwhelmed and confused, but Giulia is beaming.

“Mia and I will show you out, Drago. Come along, Mia.”

Mia gets reluctantly to her feet and follows her mom and Lastra to the front door.

“What do you think of Lastra?” Faber asks me from the other side of the dinner table.

“He’s too old and too dangerous for Mia. She’ll marry that man over my dead body.”

Faber gazes speculatively at me, and I realize he’s picked up on my anger and jealousy. It can’t be hard, seeing as I’m finding it impossible to rein it in.

“My, my. Aren’t you protective all of a sudden. Are those paternal instincts kicking in? Is there some good news you’d like to share with me?”

“Not yet,” I say through my teeth, my anger doubling at the thought of screwing my wife. Not in a million years, and especially not after what I’ve just witnessed tonight, the cold, heartless bitch. “I’m hoping I’ll be able to announce some happy news very soon.”

“See that you do.”

I stand up so fast that my chair shoots out behind me, and I plant my hands on the table. “You’re not my boss. You’re not my father. I’m in charge of my life, not you.”

Faber gazes up at me, unimpressed by my outburst. “I was hoping you’d start to mellow out by now. I’m starting to think my little brother is always going to be the irresponsible one of the family.”

“Yeah? I’ve known for a long time that you’re a control freak and an asshole. You claim that family is the most important thing to you, but that’s bullshit. The only person who’s important to Fabrizio Rosetti is Fabrizio Rosetti. Dad must be turning in his grave witnessing what a little bitch you’re being about the money that belongs to me.”

“I just don’t want to see you drive yourself into an early grave.”

“You think fixing muscle cars is going to endanger my health?” Faber knows all about my intention to open a garage with the money that belongs to me. He actually asked to see a business plan so he would know the idea was “viable.”

Fuck him.

Fuck him to hell and back.

I happen to have a pretty fucking great business plan, but I don’t have to justify my dreams to anyone. Share? Yes. I’ll happily share my dreams with people who love me, but I’m not feeling much family love lately.

Faber struggles with this for a moment. “You need to learn the value of money before someone hands you hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

“Don’t feed me bullshit because I can’t stand it. Be a man and just admit that you don’t like me.”

“You’re my brother, Lazzaro—

“For the last time, it’s Laz.” I push away from the table and straighten up. “When I become a father, it’s going to be on my terms.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll see. Good chat, Faber. Lovely to see you, as always.” I stalk from the room and toward the kitchen, pleased that Lastra has finally gone.

Out in the garage, I stand in the cool, dark silence next to my car, wishing I could just drive away and leave everyone behind. But that would mean losing Mia, and that girl has me tethered to her heart. I couldn’t walk away from her to save my life.

I pop the hood of my car, and even though it doesn’t need an oil change, I prep for an oil change. Anything to keep my hands busy so I don’t go back into the house and declare that I’m at war with any man who tries to talk to Mia.

I tinker with my car for a couple of hours, and then wash up and fall into a doze on the sofa. Just past dawn, I see that Giulia is out by the pool, about to swim her morning laps. They take forty minutes. As soon as she dives in, I get up and go upstairs to Mia’s bedroom.

She’s still fast asleep as I approach the bed, pulling off my clothes. When I slip between the blankets, she barely stirs, and I have the pleasure of kissing her awake.

With tongue.

On her pussy.

Mia breathes in sharply and opens her eyes, eyelashes fluttering, and she gazes down at me between her legs.

“Laz,” she moans, wrapping her thighs around my head and plunging her fingers into my hair. “You shouldn’t be here.”

What I hear is, .

Anything for my girl.

I give her a messy, hungry licking, and she gives me what I want, which is her coming all over my face. A moment later I sit up with my cock in my hand and plunge into her with a groan. I’ll never be over how good it feels to raw this girl.

Staring down at my cock moving in and out of her, I say, “I can’t wait until you’re mine. I hope you know that I’m imagining being balls deep in you at all times, no matter who we’re with and where we are, my pretty little stepdaughter.”

“Don’t start that again,” she moans, her cheeks flushing red.

“You love it when I talk like this.”

Mia reaches up and presses her hands against the headboard, keeping herself still for me so I can fuck her harder.

“You love every . . .”

. “Dirty.”

. “Word.”

.

I groan and tip my head back as my climax crashes gloriously over me.

I start to draw out of my sweet girl when I see my cum creaming all over my length and her pussy lips.

Oh, damn, that’s hot. I shove myself back into her, wondering how soon a woman can get pregnant after coming off the pill. I hope it’s now. Right this second. I thrust into her, my dick still hard and as deep as I can go. In there, that’s where I need to be. I’ll stay right here until I’m sure my boys have had a chance to do their thing to her.

Mia tries to wriggle away but I hold tight to her hips and don’t budge.

“Let me up.”

I smirk at the way she’s struggling to get out from beneath me. “I like it here.”

“Laz, what if Mom comes in?” she moans.

God, half of me would welcome it. Still balls deep in her daughter, I’d declare that Mia’s mine and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

I picture Mia wearing a wedding dress with a pregnant belly, and my dick gets so hard.

I need to fuck her again.

And so, I do.

I pull back and slam into her again, short, hard thrusts.

“Laz,” Mia hisses. “What are you ?”

“Hold still, baby, I’m not done with you.” I drag her down the bed, pull one of her legs over my shoulder and the other around my waist.

Mia’s breathless with desire and panic. “You shouldn’t—we can’t—”

All her protests are like a red flag to a bull. I and I .

I drive my cock into her, and she has to smother her gasp. I lick my thumb and swipe it over her clit, rolling the tender little nub around while she almost grows cross-eyed from pleasure.

“Shouldn’t what?”

But Mia’s got nothing to say. She grabs fistfuls of the covers and holds on for dear life. I can feel my orgasm building alongside hers. I know her well enough by now that I can tell from her expression when she’s teetering on the brink, and I let go of all restraint and fuck her hard, slamming into her until she comes in a rush, and I burst inside her again.

As we’re both panting and catching our breaths, sweat cooling on our bodies, we hear footsteps climbing the stairs.

I give Mia an evil grin. “Do you think that’s your—”

She plasters both her hands over my mouth and shakes her head frantically. The footsteps pass by her door, head into the master bedroom, and then disappear back downstairs again.

With her hands pressed to my mouth, I slowly draw out of her. My cum and her wetness is all over her thighs. This room reeks of sex, and the last thing I want to do is leave her. I want to put her legs over her head to keep my cum inside her, but she’d guess that something is up and it’s too soon for that.

I tug her fingers away from my lips. “Don’t get up. You just lie there, Bambi.”

But Mia’s too horrified to move. “This can’t happen in my room again. It’s like we’re trying to get caught.”

I press my palm over her belly and kiss her. I know what I’m trying for. I’m trying so hard that there won’t be a day that goes by her insides aren’t coated with my cum.

“I’ll worry about that. Go back to sleep.” I cover her with the blankets and give her one last kiss.

Two minutes later, I’m in the shower, grinning to myself as I imagine how beautiful my girl is going to look full of my baby.

I carry that delicious thought with me all day, at the gym, at the used car lot where I stumble across a dusty old 1970s Chevrolet Impala just begging for some love and affection. I buy it, because if I don’t get my money I’m going to need a secondary plan, and this is the best way I know how to make money.

In the afternoon, I head out in my car when I know Mia will be walking home. I pull up next to her, giving her a lazy grin as I remember that she’s been at school all day with my cum inside her. You pervert, Laz. I guess I’ll stop being a pervert when it stops being so fucking hot.

“Hey, Bambi. Want a ride?”

She leans down and gives me a smile. “Where are we going?”

“I want to show you something special to me.”

Mia pulls open the car door. “Then of course I’ll go with you.”

As we drive along, I reach out and hold her hand. I can touch her in here. People can’t see that I’m doing something as transgressive as twining my fingers through hers.

“How was your day?”

“Not as good as my morning,” she says with a smirk.

“Damn, girl, you’re going to make me blush.”

I glance at our joined hands, and the sight is just so perfect I have to remind myself to look back at the road. I never do this shit. Simple pleasures like holding a girl’s hand, just because I like her.

Ten minutes later, I pull up outside the garage that’s for sale. It’s a miracle someone hasn’t snapped it up yet, but doubtlessly someone will before I get my money. Even if it can never be mine, I want to share it with Mia.

“Here we are.”

Mia casts her eyes over the building. “What’s this place? Why are we here?”

“You wanted to know what I’m going to do with my money when I get it. It’s this, or something like it.” I describe to her my dream of owning an auto shop for my favorite kinds of cars. Fast ones with engines like beasts.

A delighted smile breaks over her face. “That’s perfect for you.” Then her smile dims. “And it’s a relief to hear you talk this way. I was worried about you. All that talk of dying while we were up at the lookout was freaking me out.”

The lifestyle I was born into isn’t great for your health, but if I get my hands on this place or something like it, it will do a lot for my longevity.

Screwing my wife’s daughter? Not so much. The moment Mia figures out she’s pregnant or starts to show, I’ll be public enemy number one for the Bianchis, and those uncles are mean motherfuckers.

I’ll figure out what to say to them when the time comes, and Faber will be pissed, but he’ll have my back. He wanted me to be a father. He’s getting his wish, so he can shove any complaints up his ass. I’m doing things my way.

“Don’t you feel even a tiny bit guilty?”

“About what?” I ask, wondering for a moment if Mia’s figured out I’ve been messing with her birth control. I was honest with her about having a plan. It’s maybe not the sort of plan she’ll be expecting, but if the end result is that we’re together, then problem solved.

“Maybe you should come clean to Mom,” she says, twisting her hands together.

I grin at her. All I can feel is pleasure over the fact that I’m getting my hands on the right Bianchi woman. “You want me to go back to the house now and tell your mom her least favorite daughter gives a killer blow job? That she makes me burst in my jeans just by riding my lap?”

“That’s the last thing I want. Laz, please be serious for one second.” She gazes up at me with anguish in her eyes.

My expression grows serious. “If you can’t stand it and you want me to go home and end my marriage right now, I will. Without bringing you into it.”

“You would do that?”

“My heart bleeds for you, Bambi. You get treated worse by these assholes than my family treats me, which is really saying something. You don’t deserve to be dragged through the mud any more than you already have.”

Mia strokes her fingers up and down my biceps as she considers my offer. “If you walk now, you’ll never get your money, will you?”

I shake my head. “I won’t. And I won’t be able to see you, either.” Not nearly as much as I do right now. And I won’t be able to protect her from her mom or any men who come calling for her hand.

Mia chews on her lip as she stares at me. “But at least you won’t be . . . she won’t be able to . . .” Mia groans and her expression is pained. “Please tell me you don’t have sex with Mom. That you’ve never had sex with Mom.”

“I don’t have sex with your mom.”

“Ever?” she asks hopefully.

I shake my head. “Let’s not do this, Bambi.”

Mia whimpers and covers her face. “Why can’t you lie to me? I was really enjoying lying to myself.”

I reach out and take her hand. “I didn’t like it, okay? It sucked, actually.”

She shudders. “Has it happened recently? Since we . . .” She makes a gesture with her hand and mumbles, “Since we did the thing.”

“You want to know the last time I fucked your m—”

She covers my mouth with her hand and gives me a desperate look. I can’t help smiling against her fingers because she’s so cute like this. She cares so much about things. It makes me remember how good it feels to care.

I take her hand away. “Mia, baby, I haven’t touched your mom since before you came all over my fingers.”

She blinks at me in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. And I won’t. On one condition.”

“What?”

I give her a wicked smile. “I entered this house as a married man determined to be faithful to the Bianchi family. If I’m not screwing the mom, I better be fucking the daughter.”

She punches my shoulder. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here. Are you sleeping with other women? Any women at all.”

Normally I would be sleeping with two or three, but I haven’t even thought about another woman lately. “No one but you, Bambi. You’re the only one I want.”

“You went to a stripper bar,” she points out.

“Yeah, well, I felt like shit and needed a pretty woman to smile at me. Specifically, you. Guess my fairy godmother was on my side that day because there you were.” I thread my fingers through her hair and gently push it back from her face. “I would have gone to a regular bar if I wanted to pick up. I only wanted you, even then. You have me, Bambi. You me. As in, I belong to no one else but you.”

“But what about M—”

I cup the back of her neck and draw her lips up to mine.

“You have me,” I say again, holding her face between my hands. “Always.”

She takes a shuddering breath. “That’s even scarier than not having you. I can’t predict what’s going to happen next.”

I settle my arms around her and draw her closer to me. “What if I have a plan for us?”

“What kind of plan?”

“A crazy plan. A delicious plan.”

“What is it?”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you.”

Mia narrows her eyes. “Why? Would I not approve?”

A grin spreads over my face. “Probably not.”

“Will it work?”

“Pretty sure it will. Or it might blow up in our faces.”

Mia presses her face into my chest and moans.

“But the alternative is I go home and knock your mom up and you marry Drago Lastra.”

She sits up quickly. “Your plan. I like your plan better. It can’t be worse than that.”

I hope she remembers this conversation when she’s staring down the barrel of a positive pregnancy test.

I kiss her one last time and start the car, and I drive the long way home, just to give myself more time to hold her hand.

The Chevrolet Impala is delivered the next morning, and I get her settled into the garage. With some time, parts, and hard work, I can have this car looking and driving beautifully, and sell it for an excellent profit to a private dealer.

If I don’t get the money that’s owed me, this will be my life. The same goal, to own my own garage, but I’ll have to build it up slowly from scratch, car by car.

I smile as I wipe dust from the hood of the Impala with a damp cloth. With Mia at my side, a baby on the way, and no one to answer to but my new family, I’d be deliriously happy living a humble existence and doing what I love. Life feels hopeful when even plan B is better than anything you’ve ever known before.

In the afternoon I head to the gym. It’s chest and arms day and I’m sweating and exhausted when I finish my workout.

In the changing rooms I pull a T-shirt on over my head. It catches over my pectoral muscles like a crop top before I can pull it all the way down. With my chest bare and my wet hair in my eyes, I snap a selfie and upload it to Instagram.

Obnoxious? Yes.

Eighty percent of my feed is my car and the rest is my muscles.

I’m a show-off and I know it.

A moment later my phone buzzes with a notification. Someone has left a comment on my picture.

I burst out laughing when I see the commenter is Mia and shove my phone into my pocket. Stalking my Insta, is she? What a fucking flirt.

As I walk out of the gym and into the sunset, I can’t stop grinning to myself. I don’t think I’ve smiled this much in years, and it’s all thanks to Mia and the hope I have for our future.

On Saturday night, I wait in the alleyway behind Peppers, my heart pounding. As much as it burns me having other men slobbering all over the girl I’m obsessed with, I’m not here to stop her from working. I’ll watch over her in the club. I’ll pay for all her dances. It will kill me to see other men leering at the woman who should be my wife, but I’ll take it as my penance.

I’ve been an irresponsible asshole all these years, but I can be a man for Mia.

Then at midnight, I realize she’s not coming. I groan with relief and head back to my car.

Soon, Bambi, soon. I’ll take you away from all this shit and your mom, Drago Lastra, this whole miserable situation will be a distant memory.

I promise you.