My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

She tilted her head, her gaze raking over my towel-clad frame.

“It’s hardly my fault that you’d open your legs for just… anyone. Don’t expect me to be as desperate for a touch as you clearly are.”

I felt the muscle in my jaw tic. She stood there, barely reaching my shoulder, yet she still had the gall to look down her nose at me.

“You’re the one to talk?” I repeated, “You put on a costume to come here and beg for attention from men you don’t even know. If I’m easy, Gianna, what does that make you?”

I leaned down, my hand coming up to bracket her head against the wood of the door.

“You can lie to yourself all you want but we both know the truth. You didn’t just do it for your pleasure… You wanted to see if you could do it to me.”

I let my eyes drop to her mouth, watching the way her lips parted. I could see the edge of her real, brown hair peeking out from under that silver wig, a reminder of the girl she was trying to hide.

“And now you’re going to pay for that curiosity. Every single day. In my office. In my house. Under my thumb. Because if you are going to call me common then you have to remember that common things are the ones you use every single day until they’re worn out. And I’m going to use you, Gianna, like I have never used a woman in my life.”

To prove the point, I didn’t wait for her to snap back with another clever insult. I reached down, my hand moving with a sudden, violent speed that made her flinch. My fingers hooked into the waistband of that pathetic lace and forced my way inside.

If she wanted to use me for her pleasure, then I was more than happy to use her for mine.

She froze. Her back hit the door with a dull thud, her eyes going wide and glassy as she stared up at me. She didn’t move to stop me. I expected her to fight, to scream, to shove at my chest with those small, useless hands. But she just stood there, paralyzed, her fingers clutching the door handle behind her as I forced my palm flat against her heat.

I shoved my hand deeper, my fingers found the soaking, slick reality of her. She was wet-drenched for me- despite the venom she’d just spat.

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