My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 181

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Chapter 181

Gianna’s face turned a deep, bruised red. The insult stung worse than the rough stretch of my fingers. She was pissed, furious that I was using her own rebellion against her while I had her staked out on a bar counter. My fingers stripping away her ability to think, let alone speak.

“Just find her,” Vince snapped, oblivious to the fact that the girl he was worried about was currently soaking my hand. “Get her back to the house before her mother actually fucking dies.”

“I’ll handle it,” I said, my gaze locked on Gianna’s trembling lips. “I’ll make sure she’s dealt with. Personally.”

“Don’t do anything to her. When you find her, you bring her straight back. No lectures, no intimidation. She’s… fragile,” Vincenzo sighed.

I almost laughed. I looked down at the “fragile” girl currently impaled on my hand.

“Fragile is a relative term, Vince,” I said, “In my experience, even the most delicate systems have a breaking point if you apply pressure to the right nodes.”

Gianna’s eyes went wide, a silent snarl curling her lip as she listened to me talk about her like a piece of faulty hardware.

“Just get it done,” Vince snapped. “If her phone is in the trash, use the city’s bio-metric grid. Find the girl.”

“I’ve already decrypted her likely pathing, Vince,” I lied easily, my thumb finding the swollen bud of her clit and applying pressure.

Gianna let out a muffled, choked sound against my shoulder, her body bucking as a fresh wave of heat crashed over her. She was vibrating, her entire nervous system was overwhelmed.

“I have a ninety-eight percent probability on her location,” I continued, “I’ll have her back before her mother even finishes her next drink.”

I swiped the screen to end the call, and tossed the phone aside and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her fake blue eyes were drowning in tears of pure, frustrated lust, her chest heaving so hard the lace of her bra was nearly shredded.

“Did you hear that, Gianna?” I hissed, my fingers giving one deep thrust that made her toes curl against the floor, “I need found you. And I’ve decided you’re a high-risk asset that needs to be… sequestered.”