My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

Gianna

All I tasted was his heat, my head snapping back against the door as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. I let out a low moan, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer.

I felt his hand leave my waist, the heat of his palm burning through the black satin. He traced the curve of my hip, his thumb dragging over the fabric with a rough pressure that made my toes curl. He moved up, his touch skimming over my ribs, barely brushing the side of my breast.

Then, his fingers reached my throat.

He wrapped his large hand around my neck, his grip tightening until the world narrowed down to just him. He tilted my head back, exposing the line of my throat to the dim light.

He broke the kiss, but only to trail his tongue down the side of my neck. I shivered, my eyes fluttering shut as he licked a path from my collarbone up to the edge of my chin. He tasted every inch of me like a starving man who had finally found water. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin, sending a violent rush of heat straight to

my core.

He groaned, a deep, animal sound that vibrated against my skin, before he forced his mouth back onto mine. This time, his tongue pushed past my lips, searching for mine.

His other hand bunched up the silk at my thigh, pulling the dress higher and higher until his cold rings bit into the skin of my bare hip. I was trapped between the hard wood of the door and the harder heat of his body, and for the first time since the office, the world was finally quiet.

There was nothing, but the taste of him, and the way he held me.

I felt my feet leave the floor as he hooked his arms under my thighs, hoisting me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, clinging to him as he carried me into the room.

He didn’t stop the assault on my mouth. Our lips stayed locked, a messy, wet slide of heat that made my head spin. He was moving toward the bed, but he was moving slow, like he wanted to devour every inch of me before we even got there.

He broke the deep kiss for a second, but he didn’t pull away. He began to pepper my face with hard, fast pecks. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then the sensitive spot right under my ear.

His thigh forced its way between mine, and I felt the thick, heavy length of him pressing hard against my leg through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. The sheer size of him made my stomach flip, a mix of fear and a wild, dark heat that drowned out the memories of the doctor’s room.

He pulled back, his eyes dark and blown out as he looked down at me. His large hands gripped the top of my nightdress. With one violent jerk, I heard the sharp snap of the thin silk straps. The fabric tore like paper, and he pulled the dress down to my waist, baring me to the cool air and his scorching gaze.

I tried to bring my hands up to cover myself, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand.

“Don’t,” he growled.

He lowered his head, his focus shifting entirely to my breasts. He started with his tongue, tracing the curve of the soft skin that made me arch off the bed. Then, he took one peak into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling in a way that made a bolt of lightning, a different kind, a good kind, shoot straight between my legs.

He held my breasts together with his large, rough hands, his thumbs dragging over the tips until I was squirming under him.