My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Raphael

I lay flat on my back, my heart slamming against my ribs. Above me, Gianna was a warm weight, her hair falling over us like a silk curtain. I was still buried deep inside her, the heat of her body tight around me, and every nerve I had was still screaming from the shock of what she had just done.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. I’ve had women before. I’ve had many but this was different. No one had ever dared to put their hands on my throat. No one had ever forced my mouth open with their fingers and told me to stay down.

I thought back to the fire in her eyes just a minute ago. That look. That damned look. She looked at me like there d be consequences if I didn’t listen to her. No woman had ever dared to touch me like that. No one had ever looked me in the eye and told me to stay down, and then actually had the power to make me do it. And it had made me come so hard my vision went black, a violent explosion that felt like it was tearing through my very soul.

It was a shock to my system.

I closed my eyes, the image of her movement burned into my brain. She had moved like a snake. Her upper body stayed still, but her hips and waist had rolled in those perfect circles.

She knew exactly how to use her flexibility to drive a man insane. The way her spine curved and her hips swiveled… it was hypnotizing.

Gianna let out a long, shaky sigh and began to move. She slowly lifted herself up, her muscles trembling from the effort. As she rose, I felt myself slip out of her. The loss of her heat was like a sudden chill, a wet, sliding sensation that left me feeling empty. She scrambled to the side of the bed, her legs weak, and lay there with her head nuzzled in the pillow.

I sat up slowly, my body aching in the best way possible. I looked down at the condom. I didn’t want to make a mess, I liked things clean, organized, and efficient. I reached down and gripped the base of the latex, sliding it off. I tied a quick knot at the top.

I leaned back on my elbows, feeling the cool air hit my bare chest. I couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled at my lips.

“Efficiency is everything, Gianna,” I said.

She laughed again, a softer sound this time, and looked down at her hands and found myself staring at the curve of her neck, my mind already wondering what other surprises she was hiding behind.

She glanced at the clock glowing on my wall, and she started to shift, her legs sliding off the edge of the mattress as she looked around for the remains of her dress.

“I have to go,” she whispered, “My mother… she’ll notice I’m gone. She’ll come looking for me if I’m not in my bedroom. She notices everything.”