My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230

I wanted more, but for now, I could only hold on as he slowly, carefully claimed the space I had tried so hard to hide.

Raphael seemed to lose the last of his control as my body finally began to ease up to his size. He didn’t wait anymore. He reached forward, his hand diving into the mess of my hair. He didn’t just grab it, he wrapped the long strands around his palm once, then twice, pulling it tight until my head was forced back and my throat was bated to the ceiling.

Then, he began to fuck me.

He slammed into me with a force that knocked the air right out of my lungs. The slow stretching was gone, replaced by a hard pounding. He thrust in and out, his hips hitting my backside with a loud, wet sound that echoed in the dark room.

“Oh, yes!” I screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow.

He used the grip on my hair to steer me, pulling my head up as he drove himself into me again and again.

He was so deep now, hitting a spot inside me that made my entire world turn white. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I could only feel the way he was owning me, the way his hand was coiled in my hair like a leash.

He pushed his pace even more, his body sweating, his muscles bunching and jumping under his skin. He was hitting me so hard my chest was bouncing against the mattress, my hands slipping on the sheets as I tried to hold

He was too big, too fast, and too strong, but I wanted it. I wanted the way he was using me. I wanted the sting in my scalp and the fire between my legs.

I felt the fire in my belly reach a breaking point. I didn’t want to be under him anymore. I wanted to see him. I reached back, my fingers finding the hard muscles of his arms, and I gave a sharp tug. Raphael let out a surprised grunt as I scrambled forward, slipping away from his heat for just a second.

I turned around on my knees, and pressed my palms flat against his chest. I pushed, Raphael looked at me with wide, dark eyes as he fell back, his shoulders hitting the mattress.

A memory flickered in the back of my mind-an image of Leone. I remembered the light of the laptop screen in the dark, the way Leone would make me sit and watch those videos he found. “Look, Gianna,” he would whisper. ” Watch what she does. We can do this too.”

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