My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

Gianna

“Our setup,” I whispered, my voice sounding small and breathless against his lips. “Just ours.”

“Just ours,” he nodded.

He was right. We didn’t need labels, and we didn’t need forever. We just needed the burning hunger that only we could give each other.

I didn’t give him time to talk anymore. I lifted my head and kissed him again, deep and hard, my tongue sliding

back into his mouth.

Raphael’s body went completely tight. His hands slid down my sides, his hot palms burning through the thin silk of my dress. He bunched the fabric of my skirt up in his fists, pulling it higher and higher until the cold air of the bedroom hit my bare thighs. He reached down, his fingers brushing the soft skin of my inner thigh, slowly moving upward toward the aching, wet heat between my legs. He wanted to touch me there. He wanted to slide his fingers into my slickness and feel how much I wanted him.

The moment his fingers brushed against my most sensitive spot, a sharp gasp cut through my throat. I wanted him. My body was screaming for him. But a small, playful spark of defiance flared up inside me. I was still tired from the long night, and I still wanted to keep him on his toes.

I caught his wrist with my shaking hand, stopping his fingers just before they could slide inside.

“No,”

,” I breathed against his mouth, my eyes fluttering shut as I forced myself to pull back an inch, “I’m sleepy, Raph.”

“Ah,” I gasped, my eyes flying open as my head fell back against his shoulder. He was so thick, so incredibly stretched and full, filling every single inch of me until my chest heaved.

Raphael let out a deep, shaking groan, his forehead resting against the back of my neck. He didn’t move, he didn’t

thrust, he just stayed there, buried deep and tight inside me. His large arm wrapped securely around my waist, aligning our hips together so he wouldn’t slip out.

“Fuck, Gianna,” he muttered, “You feel so perfect. Just like this. Sleep.” rans-

The pale, bright light of mid-morning was pouring through the gaps in the heavy curtains when my eyes finally fluttered open. The room was no longer grey, it was filled with a warm, golden glow that made the dust motes dance in the air.