My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233

She reached for the floor, but I was faster. I reached out and clamped my hand around her waist, and I yanked her back toward the center of the bed, making her stumble against the pillows.

“No,” I told her, I sat up, looming over her until she was pinned between my arms, “You’re not going anywhere yet. I haven’t gotten my fill.”

I leaned in close, my nose brushing against hers. Just as he opened her mouth to say something, I crashed my mouth back onto hers. I pulled her body back onto mine, her soft chest pressing against my hard ribs, her legs tangling with mine as I rolled her beneath me.

Every time I pulled back to catch a breath, I Peppered her face with short, hard kisses. I kissed her jaw, the tip of her nose, and that spot on her neck I’d already marked.

My hands wandering over her curves, reminding her of exactly how good we felt together.

While my mouth was busy devouring hers, my right hand moved. I didn’t have to look. I reached for the top drawer of the nightstand, my fingers sliding over the smooth wood until I felt the familiar plastic square of another wrapper. I felt her gasp into my mouth as she heard the faint crinkle of the foil.

I didn’t let the kiss break. I held her close with one arm, as I discarded the wrapper, the small piece of plastic fluttering to the floor where the robot would eventually find it. I slipped on the condom, and positioned myself between her thighs again.

I didn’t go in. I waited, my muscles coiled and ready, watching her. I wanted to see that spark again. I wanted her to try and take it, and this time, I wasn’t going to make it easy.

The shock of it sent a bolt of white-hot electricity straight to my groin. I fought her for it, trying to tuck my chin, trying to roll her over, but she was like a snake, fast, slippery, and impossible to pin down.

We weren’t having sex, we were a war of who could take more and who could give less. And she was winning, and the more she fought me for the control, the more I felt like I was finally, truly waking up.

I didn’t want to just be inside her; I wanted her under my thumb. I grabbed her hips, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her waist, and tried to wrench her over. I wanted to shove her face into the mattress and take her from behind, to feel the power of driving into her while she was pinned flat.

“Turn over,” I grunted, my voice thick with the strain.