My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

“Raphael,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in the sheets as my hips gave a small, helpless twitch.

And then he pressed his face into my core, his mouth sealing over my pussy. I let out a sharp cry as his tongue found me. He was eating me with that same starving hunger he’d used on my mouth.

I was wide open, my legs pinned by his weight, and as he drank from me, the shame finally started to burn away. He was licking every part of me, his nose brushing against my sensitive skin.

He didn’t care that I was broken.

He didn’t care about the scars.

He was devouring me as if I were the only thing that could keep him alive.

He used his thumbs to spread me even wider, holding me open so he could get even closer. His tongue was flat, moving in long strokes that made my entire body go rigid.

It had been five years. Five years of touching myself with shaking hands just to feel human, and five years of no one ever getting this close. The sensation was so intense I felt lightheaded. Every time his tongue flicked against that tiny, hidden spot, a white-hot spark of light exploded behind my eyes.

I tried to close my legs, to hide from the overwhelming heat of it, but he wouldn’t let me. He growled against my skin, his hands like iron as he pinned my thighs down, forcing me to take every bit of the pleasure he was giving.

“Raphael, please,” I sobbed, my head thrashing on the pillow.

The friction was perfect. The wetness was everywhere. I felt the tension building deep in my belly, a tight coil that was winding tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe.

Then, it snapped.

“Tell me,” he stated, his breath hot against my inner thigh, “Tell me you want it. Tell me you’re my little slut and you need me to fuck the life back into you. Say it, Gianna. Let me hear how bad you need it.”

The shame was gone, replaced by a wild, desperate need to please the man who looked at my scars and instead of asking questions, he simply loved them.

“I want it,” I sobbed, my fingers digging into his hair, “Please, Raphael. I want it.”

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