My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554

I stared at it, my mouth opening slightly.

Raphael tilted his head back against the couch. He took a slow swallow straight from the whiskey bottle, his throat moving as he gulped the liquor. He set the bottle down, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intense, wicked focus.

“Recreate the first night we met,” he said, his voice dropping into a rough growl that made my thighs instantly press together, “Dance for me, ballerina. And this time, I don’t want it to stop at the dance.”

He reached for a small remote on the table and clicked a button.

Suddenly, a deep bass line filled the room, echoing from the speakers in the walls. The slow music started to pulse through the dimly lit space. My heart stopped, then gave a violent, frantic thud.

It was the exact same song.

The same beat that had been playing the night everything started.

The night a cold-eyed stranger had looked across a crowded room and changed the direction of my life.

The shyness that had been paralyzing me just a second ago suddenly melted. I felt a wicked spark flare up deep in my belly.

Looking at him sitting there made me want to show him exactly what he had been missing during all those months of restraint.

I spun slowly around the pole, wrapping my leg high around the metal, rubbing my inner thigh against the smooth surface.

As I turned back to face the couch, I saw his hand move down. Right there, through the thin black fabric of his boxers, a massive bulge had formed. He gripped himself, squeezing his hard length tightly, his knuckles turning white as he watched me move.

The sight of his hand on himself made my chest heave. A wicked thrill shot through my veins. I wanted to drive him completely insane.

The music began building toward its loudest, heaviest notes. I was completely lost inside the heat of the room now. My hand slid higher along the pole, my grip tight and secure. Years of hard training took over before I could even think about the danger.

I pushed off the table. The world tilted, and gravity simply disappeared.

I swung my body upward, hooking my legs securely around the silver metal as I dropped upside down. My long dark hair spilled across the surface of the coffee table like silk. I held the difficult position easily, my body perfectly balanced, one arm stretching gracefully toward the floor while my back arched deeply, exposing every inch of my bare stomach and the small white lace panties covering me.