Semua Bab My Brother's Bestfriend turns me on : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I woke up on my 21st birthday with my heart already racing. Sunlight poured into my bedroom in the Vance mansion, lighting up the furniture and the silk sheets. This was the day everything changed. Or at least I hoped it would. A firm knock hit my door. “Alessia, downstairs. Now.” Dante’s voice, deep and commanding. My oldest brother didn’t wait for an answer. I threw on a thin robe and hurried after him. In the massive garage, the whole family waited. My Father, Don Vittorio, stood like the king he was. Marco and Enzo flanked him, smirking. And there, a few steps behind Dante, was Killian Romano. Tall and built like a weapon, with cold grey eyes and scars peeking from his collar. He didn’t speak. He never needed to. Dante stepped forward, keys dangling from his fingers. A sleek white Ferrari sat in the center of the garage, custom paint shining under the lights. “Happy birthday, little sister. She’s all yours. Custom made. And with it comes freedom. You’re no longer a child. You c

The bass hit me like a heartbeat the second I stepped inside the Velvet Room. Lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding to the heavy music. This was one of our clubs, and everyone knew it. The guards at the entrance bowed low as I walked past, their eyes respectful but wide. “Miss Vance,” one muttered, stepping aside like I was royalty. The power of my last name felt good tonight. No one would dare touch me without permission. But I wasn’t here to play safe. Sofia grabbed my hand, laughing as we pushed through the crowd. "Benefits of being a Mafia Princessa".Heads turned. Men stared openly at the tight leather dress hugging my body, the way it rode up my thighs with every step. Women whispered. I felt sexy. Alive. Finally twenty one and done hiding. We headed straight for the VIP section upstairs. Our private area overlooked the main floor, dark and exclusive. I ordered drinks at the private bar, my heart racing. Even before I turned around, I could feel him.

He dragged me through the crowd toward the back of the club. People moved out of his way fast. Sofia caught my eye from the dance floor and smirked, giving me a little wave like she knew exactly what was happening. My heels clicked fast on the floor as I stumbled to keep up with his long strides. The leather dress felt tighter with every step, my nipples hard against it, my pussy wet from the way he handled me. We reached a private back staircase, dim and away from the main noise. Killian didn’t slow down. He pulled me up the stairs, his fingers tight enough to leave marks on my wrist. I loved it. The heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed under the suit, the pure control in every move. My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but

Killian’s groans vibrated against my neck as I kept grinding on his lap. The thick bulge of his cock pressed right against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Every roll of my hips made the leather of my dress ride higher and sent sparks shooting through my clit. I was dripping wet, my black lace panties ruined, and I wanted him to know it. I sat up straighter, looking down at his face. His cold grey eyes were almost black now with lust. His big hands gripped my ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh under the short hem of my dress. He wasn’t pushing me away anymore. He was pulling me closer.“Feel that?” I whispered, grinding down slow and dirty in a circle. “That’s how wet I am for you, Killian. I’ve been soaked since you dragged me up here. Since you looked at me like you wanted to fuck me in front of everyone.” His cock twitched hard under me. I could feel every inch of it straining against his pants. Thick. Long. Ready. I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right al

The adrenaline from the dance floor, the tequila shots, and the sheer heat of what we’d just done crashed over me all at once. My head felt heavy. The booth spun a little. I tried to sit up straighter, but my limbs felt weak and loose. “Killian…” I whispered, my voice slurring slightly. My honey eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open. The world tilted. He cursed under his breath. “Fuck. Alessia, stay with me.” His hands were gentle now, almost careful, as he pulled my dress back down over my hips. He fixed the top, covering my breasts, his fingers brushing my skin in a way that sent aftershocks through me. I felt him reach for something, maybe napkins from the side table, and he wiped between my thighs carefully, cleaning up the mess we’d made. The touch was soft but his breathing was still ragged. I tried to focus on his face. Those cold grey eyes were wide now, not with lust but with something sharper. Regret? Fear? He looked shaken, like the reality of what he’d done just hit h