My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551

I accused him of scheduling recreational activities.

I accused him of having spreadsheets for his spreadsheets.

I accused him of researching optimal sleeping positions.

His expression became increasingly flat while mine became increasingly delighted.

Eventually I stepped backward in front of him, walking while facing him, “Tell me something.”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Do you alphabetize things?”

He sighed, “No.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Books?”

He frowned, “No.”

I pointed at him, “Liar.”

His eyes narrowed.

I pointed harder, “You’re absolutely an alphabetizer.”

“Gianna.”

“Raphael.”

“Stop it.”

I smiled, “No.”

That was apparently the wrong answer because suddenly his hand shot out. Before I could react, his fingers closed around the neckline of my dress. A startled sound escaped me, one sharp tug as the world tilted and suddenly I was directly against him.

My breath caught.

Raphael’s hand left my neckline and settled firmly at my ass, holding me in place before I could stumble.

The teasing smile immediately disappeared from my face, his dark eyes locked onto mine, the wind lifted a few strands of my hair.

“Finished?” he asked quietly.

My heart completely forgot how to function, “No.”

A dangerous look appeared in his eyes. The same look he gave me when I broke up with him… Oh, that’s what this was.

I swallowed.

Very suddenly, continuing to annoy him felt significantly harder.

His hand squeezed my ass and pulled my body even closer to his if that was possible.

The waves rolled onto the shore behind us, the moonlight reflected across the lake.

And for one long moment, neither of us seemed interested in looking anywhere except at each other.

Raphael’s gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

“It was your fault.”

I laughed nervously, Raphael didn’t.

“I was planning to take this slowly but unfortunately for you, ballerina… I’ve finally stopped pretending I don’t want you.”

I forgot how to breathe.

Completely.

Forgot.

And before I could recover enough to form a coherent response, Raphael reached up, gripped my face, his fingers clamped tightly around my jaw, his thumb digging into my cheek until my lips were forced open.

“Listen carefully,” his voice dropped into something rough enough to make my stomach tighten, “I respect you. I need you to remember that because in a few minutes, you’re not going to feel respected.”

I should have been overwhelmed by the darkness in his eyes. Instead, I found myself drawn closer.

Because beneath all that danger was the one thing I trusted most.

Him.

“Remember that I cherish you, little sister,” he hissed into my skin, “while I drag you by your hair and force ever single inch of my bare cock into your tight, wet pussy until you finally take all of me.”.

Well, that took a dark turn.

For approximately seven seconds, we were having a touching emotional moment.

Then Raphael grabbed that moment by the throat and threw it down a flight of stairs.