My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Raphael finally let go of my waist, stepping up to the main desk. He leaned his hips against the edge of the console, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied my face in the blue light.

“Parties aren’t really your thing, are they?” he asked, his deep voice sounding incredibly soft now that we were alone.

“Not these kinds of parties,” I admitted in a low voice, “I only like them when it’s just girls around. It feels safer that way.”

Raphael’s eyes dragged slowly down my body, and I felt my spine straighten without meaning to

I had spent almost an hour getting ready tonight. Which was ridiculous, honestly, because I never cared this much before. My closet was full of oversized hoodies, jeans, crop tops and clothes that helped me disappear into the background.

But tonight, I had pulled on a black dress that fit my body like it had been sewn onto me. Soft fabric clung to my waist and hips, tracing every curve without making it hard to breathe. Thin white straps rested over my shoulders tied into tiny bows that made the dress look sweeter than it really was. The hem stopped high on my thighs, leaving my legs completely bare.

And the truth was ugly and embarrassingly simple.

I dressed like this for him.

Not for the party.

Not for attention.

The blue light from the screens washed over us. I didn’t pull away from his touch. Instead, I stepped closer, my heels clicking against the floor until the front of my black dress brushed against him. I felt the dark energy of the club outside bleeding into my veins.

Raphael reached into his pocket, his hand coming out with a long strip of soft pink ribbon. Without a word, he benught his hands behind my head He slowly wrapped the pink body 9 enough to press against my skin, turning me into his own private prize

I let out a soft, hot breath against his lips, as I looked up at him, “I think.” I whed “1 gumy time with you. I arts going to rip the heavy paper away slowly, piers by piers, covering you up”

His jaw clenched, his breath hitching as my hands slid slowly top tes hain mode antyping int

“I’m going to start right here,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the hard line of his grise grant fending has every rushing hot under the skin, “I’ll taste every single inch of your throat until and then I’ll move town.

¡ dragged my palms down his chest, feeling the solid muscle bunch under my touch Raphael leaned bark the desk, his hands tightening on the ends of the pink ribbon around my neck, holding me close as dominated space. I slid a single finger under the fabric of his shirt, finding the ridge of his nipple. I traced a slow cherie around it, watching his dark eyes grow completely wild in the blue light