My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

I looked down at where my hand was still buried to the hilt inside her, feeling the way her internal muscles were twitching, trying to milk my fingers for one more hit of friction.

A slow smirk pulled at my bloodied lip.

“Who said anything about leaving?”.

I didn’t pull my hand out. Instead, I straightened my back, forcing her to move with me. I took a backward step toward the bar, and then another, my fingers continuing their thrusting inside her with every stride I took.

“Walk,” I ordered.

Gianna let out a strangled cry, her hands flying out to claw at my shoulders for balance, but I leaned back just out of reach, denying her the stability. I didn’t want her touching me for support, I wanted her only focus to be the intrusion of my hand. I forced her to walk the distance on her own trembling legs, each step she took driving my fingers deeper into her heat.

She stumbled, her heels clicking unevenly on the floor. Every time she tried to stop, I gave a sharp, upward hook of my fingers. She was forced to follow my hand, her body arching and folding as she tried to keep up with my backward pace toward the bar.

She moved like a broken doll, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep up with my pace while I kept her impaled, the wet sound of my fingers echoing around us. Every step she took was a victory for me and a disaster for her.

We reached the bar, the phone still ringing against the wood like a persistent insect. I didn’t let go of her. I leaned back against the counter, hooking my elbow over the marble while my other hand continued to work inside her.

I picked up the device, the screen glowing bright against the red light of the room. Vincenzo.

“Are you sure she isn’t rotting right next to the phone in the fucking sewage?” I replied, my tone was almost bored. I drove my fingers in a deliberate thrust that forced her hips to jerk uncontrollably against my hand.

Gianna’s eyes snapped to mine, flashing with a sudden, murderous rage. She heard the way I was talking about her, like she was trash, like she was an after-thought.

She tried to pull away, her fingers digging into my forearms, but I only increased the pressure, my thumb finding that sensitive, swollen bud and grinding against it. She froze, her jaw locked tight to keep from screaming out his name, her body vibrating with a furious pleasure.

“Considering how stubborn she is,” I continued, savoring the way she shuddered under my touch, “and how she refuses to let us assign men for her safety, I’d say she probably got exactly what she wanted.”