My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168

“Stop, please, stop…” I breathed, but the words had no weight.

They were airy, weak, and betrayed by the way I arched into him.

He ignored my half-hearted plea. His mouth traveled lower, trailing hot, wet kisses along my collarbone. He bit down gently on the sharp bone, his teeth grazing me just enough to make ine gasp.

“Your body is so tight,” he growled against my skin, “I can feel how much you want to let go.”

He shifted under me, and I felt the blunt heat of his cock nudge against my center through the shifted towel.

“Just the tip,” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged against my ear, “Let me feel you.”

I shook my head, my fingers tangling in his damp hair, but I didn’t push him away. The dark lust was a fog in my brain, making every “no” feel like a lie.

“Please,” he rasped, “Give it to me. Just a taste. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want, but I need inside you. Now”

He moved his hips, a slow, upwards thrust that made my vision go white. My breath hitched, the sound caught in the back of my throat.

As he moved beneath me, the friction pulled at the skin of my legs, and a stinging memory flashed through my mind. I remembered the bruises, the dark, ugly marks on my thighs from where I basically tried to electricute myself. They were a map of my breaking point, a secret written in purple and black across my skin. If he touched me there, if he moved the lace or saw the way my skin was marked, he’d know.

If we did this, if he really took me, there was no way the disguise would hold. The mask would slip. The wig would fall. And then I wouldn’t be the stranger he was hunting; I’d be the sister he’d have to destroy.

“I can’t,” I choked out, my hands flat against his chest, trying to create even a sliver of space.

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