Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Have You Ever Touched Yourself?

Natalie stopped Justin’s hand before it could reach her chest. "What are you doing?"

"You truly don’t know?" Justin asked. "My hands are craving to feel the softness."

"It’s my body part, not some plaything for you," she countered.

"But that day, you didn’t mind when I was playing," he said in a deliberately slow voice. His fingers traced the edge of her bra. "Why are you wearing it while sleeping?"

"I feel comfortable this way," she answered in a low voice, internally frowning at why he had to comment on such a thing.

"You should sleep comfortably, not feel trapped like this," he said, moving his hand to her back. Before Natalie could say anything, he had already unhooked her bra.

"Justin..."

"You don’t need to wear it in in the night. It’s just me, and you don’t need be shy," he interrupted her and asked, "Isn’t it better this way? Easier to breathe."

Natalie sighed. "It is. Now, sleep."

He hummed and moved his hand to her chest, gently squeezing her exposed breast. "Too soft," his hoarse voice whispered in her ear.

In reflex, her hand gripped the sheet, trying not to react to what he was doing.

Justin gently kissed the back of her neck and said, "Instead of resisting, maybe enjoy it like last time."

She swallowed hard and said, "I want to sleep."

"Really?" he asked, squeezing a little harsher, making her let out a small cry.

"Still want to sleep?" he teased.

"Pervert," she commented with a frown. "You’ve done it before. Nothing special. Sleep and let me sleep as well," she said in a restrained voice, her face had turned red.

"Special?" he said in a deliberately low voice. "Have you not touched them to know how good they feel in your hands?"

Natalie chose to remain quiet in front of this shameless man.

"Hmm?" he urged.

"Everyone touches their bodies while bathing," she replied with a frown.

"Are you trying to act ignorant now?" Justin asked as his hand continued to enjoy the feel. "You really don’t know what I mean when I ask if you’ve touched yourself?"

She controlled herself from reacting to his teasing actions. "I... don’t know what you mean..."

"Let me explain it to you, then." With that, he held her hand, moved it to her chest, and placed it on her mound.

"What are you..." she tried to pull back, but Justin’s large palm covered hers and made her squeeze her own soft flesh. Her breath hitched. "Justin..."

He continued, not freeing her hand. "This is what I meant by touching yourself."