My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

She let out a small, broken whimper and dove back down, her tongue frantic, her teeth grazing me as she tried to prove me wrong. She was gagging, her eyes watering as she fought her own anatomy to please mine.

It was exactly what I needed.

No complexity.

No “stepsister” bullshit.

I watched her struggle for another few minutes, the friction of her tongue and the tight, wet heat of her throat finally grinding down my last bit of restraint. I reached down, my fingers tangling in her hair, and held her head in place.

I didn’t give her a choice. I bucked upward, my hips driving home as I emptied myself into the back of her throat She made a muffled, choked-off sound, her eyes fluttering shut as she took every drop, her hands clutching at my quads until the last of the tremors subsided.

I let go of her hair and slumped back against the silk pillows.

And then within minutes, the haze was gone. I stood up, the muscles in my back popping as I stretched. I pulled on a pair of black boxers, and looked down at her. She was still on the edge of the bed, her hair a bird’s nest, looking at me with a lovestruck expression that bordered on pathetic.

“Clean yourself up,” I said, “I’ll walk you out. My driver is already downstairs, he’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

She blinked at me, her mouth curving into a wide, breathless smile. She looked like she was about to faint from the sheer shock of it. “You’re… you’re actually walking me out? Really?”

I didn’t answer. I just started pulling on a fresh shirt, the fabric tight against my skin. To her, this was some grand, romantic gesture. To me, it was a tactical exit. I wanted her out of my wing and out of my sight before the rest of the house woke up and started asking questions I didn’t want to answer.

“The house is a maze,” I added, my tone dry. “You’ll get lost.”

She scrambled off the bed, stumbling slightly in her haste to please me, her eyes never leaving mine. She was hooked, completely under the spell of a night she’d be talking about for years.

I just needed the space empty so I could reset the board.

I steered the girl out of my wing, my hand flat against the small of her back. I was just trying to get her through the maze of the hallway and into the main living room without any drama.

“Hey, are you okay? Would you like some breakfast ur coffee? I can ask the chef to make you whatever you want

The girl started to stammer, her face turning a deep, humiliated shade of red. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

“The car is waiting,” I snapped, my voice cutting through Claire’s words. I didn’t want a conversation. I wantedclean exit.

Then my eyes fell on the person sitting right behind Claire.

Gianna.

She was tucked into the corner of the couch, her hands wrapped around a small espresso cup. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes did all the talking. Slowly, she let her gaze crawl down the girl standing next to me. She started at the messy, bird’s nest hair, moved down to the tiny denim skirt, and finally landed on the heels.