My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296

Raphael’s hands gripped my waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his body arching up off the mattress to meet every slide of my hips.

“Raph,” I whispered, my fingers squeezing his jaw even tighter. I ground down against him again, harder this time, a faster, deeper stroke that made him let out a low, strangled groan. “How does it feel?”

He didn’t answer, his teeth clenching as he tried to hold back.

I rolled my hips in a circle, pressing myself flat against him, leaving no space between us. I stared right into his burning eyes, my voice dropping to a needy murmur, “Tell me. Are you close?”

I ground down against him again, putting my entire weight into the motion. I didn’t let him look away. I squeezed his face harder, my thumb pressing firm against his bottom lip, forcing his mouth slightly open.

“I didn’t ask you to stay quiet,” I whispered, as I rolled my hips in a hard circle, driving my pelvis right against the thickest part of his length, “I asked you a question, Raphael. Are you close?”

A harsh, broken groan ripped from his throat. His eyes were completely dark now, the pupils blown so wide they swallowed the color. The muscles in his neck stood out, tight and straining. His hips gave a sudden, involuntary jerk upward, his hands clawing into my thighs as his breathing turned into shallow gasps. He was right on the edge, his body trembling beneath mine as he reached the point of no return.

A dark, harsh sound tore from his throat, his teeth baring as he struggled to hold onto his control. His hips bucked up against mine, trying to force a faster, harder rhythm, but I kept my weight planted, controlling the pace. I rolled my pelvis against him.

“Gianna,” he choked out, his hands clawing at my waist, his fingers digging bruisingly into my skin as his eyes. grew completely wild, glazed over with a dark, helpless heat.

He was right on the edge, his breathing coming in desperate gasps, his entire body rigid and trembling beneath me as the tension wound up to the point of breaking.

I felt the sudden, hard twitch of his muscles, the unmistakable shift in his body that meant he was a single second away from completely coming.

I knew Raphael. He didn’t like to lose, and he definitely didn’t like to be played with. The thought of his dark, handsome face twisting in anger, of his jaw clenching because I had walked away right at the very end, made a tiny bubble of laughter rise in my throat.

I couldn’t help it.

To hide it, I slowly rolled away from him. I turned onto my other side, my back facing his warm, bare chest, and stared at the dark wallpaper of the bedroom wall. The moment my face was hidden in the shadows, a wide, bright smile broke across my lips. It felt good.

But my quiet victory didn’t last long.

Behind me, I heard the rustle of the heavy sheets. He didn’t pull his arm back. Instead, he rolled with me.