My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, as I stepped closer to him, trying to hide our interaction with my body, “My mother is right there! Salvatore is right there! What is wrong with you?”

I scanned the windows and the garden, looking for any servants or guards who might have seen that. My face was burning hot.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” I warned, pointing a shaking finger at his chest. “You act like a normal person but here. You hear me? Never again.”

Raphael took a half-step forward, closing the small gap between us. He looked over my head, nodded politely to my mother, and raised a hand in a friendly wave.

“Of course,” he murmured, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Then, without even looking down, his hand moved. He slapped me again, even harder this time, the sound muffled only by the baggy denim of my jeans. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming, my eyes going wide as the sting bloomed across my skin again.

He pulled his hand back and adjusted his glasses with a perfectly calm expression.

“See?” he said, “I’m the picture of a gentleman.”

I stood there, frozen and trembling, the heat of his hand still burning through my clothes while my mother waved back at him from the table before she went back to talking to Salvatore.

“Raphael, stop,” I breathed, my eyes darting toward the table. My mother was now smiling at Salvatore, their hands still linked. I don’t know whose proximity was making my head spin, theirs or ours, “They’re right there. Please.”

“I like ‘please,'” he murmured. He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to straighten my collar like a gentleman. Instead, his hand drifted down, his fingers grazing the center of my chest.

I froze. The thin, white fabric of my t-shirt offered no protection. I could feel the heat of his palm through the cotton, and I knew exactly what he was seeing.

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