My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and empty of anything but need.

He didn’t give me a second to breathe. His hands slid from my waist, one pinning the small of my back against him while the other bunched the silk of my blouse, kneading my breast with a careless pressure. I squeezed my eyes shut, my head falling back as his mouth found the line of my neck.

For a moment, the world outside that chair vanished. The dyslexia, the mistakes in the code, the sting of his earlier words, it all got drowned out by the thumping of my heart and the way he was breathing against my skin. felt myself softening, my muscles turning to honey as I leaned into the touch I knew I should hate.

I forgot that he thought I was useless. All I could feel was his hands and the way my body seemed to recognize his, answering every touch with a desperate, hungry ache that I couldn’t control.

His hand came up and he slapped my breast over the silk of my shirt, I let out a broken gasp, my fingers tightening on his shoulders.

Through the thin fabric, his fingers found my nipple, puckered and hard. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, a sharp twist of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my back arch off his lap.

“So perfect,” he growled against my skin.

And for a few reckless seconds, I let myself believe that this was the only place I belonged. I leaned into him.

He licked a path from my collarbone to my ear, before his teeth sank into the skin right over my pulse point. I felt the sharp sting of the bite, followed by the dull, throbbing ache of my burned thighs rubbing against his legs.

The friction was torture. Every time he moved, every time he squeezed, the raw skin on my legs flared with white- hot pain.

“See?” he murmured, his hand sliding up my back to the nape of my neck, gripping, “You’re already doing a much better job.”

The words were like a spark. I opened my eyes, staring up at the ceiling lights of the office. He was still lost in it, his teeth grazing my jaw, his hand tightening over my chest as if he were trying to claim the very heart he’d just insulted.

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