Chapter 266
Raphael
“You want to try something new, Gianna?” I whispered.
I felt her body relax into mine, a tiny nod of her head showing her curiosity.
I kept one hand locked around her wrists behind her back. With my other hand, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I didn’t even have to look at the screen. I swiped a specific command, and the monitors across the entire wall flickered.
The crypto chains vanished. The bank transfers disappeared.
The screens suddenly filled with the view from the high-definition security cameras mounted in the corners of the office. Gianna’s eyes snapped open, and she let out a soft cry of shock. On every single screen, from the floor to the ceiling, she was staring at herself.
She saw herself pinned against me. She saw her own head tilted back, her hair falling over one shoulder. She saw my dark suit and my hand holding her small wrists.
It was like we were in a house of mirrors made of glowing blue glass.
“Look at yourself, Gianna,” I rasped.
I dropped my phone against the desk and used my free hand to reach for the top button of her crisp, white shirt. I popped it open. Then the second. Then the third. I pulled the fabric to the sides, baring her shoulders and showing the soft, white lace of her bra.
I looked up at the monitors, watching the digital version of us. I could see the reflection of the blue light on her pale skin. I reached around and cupped her through the lace, and I squeezed.
Gianna let out a whimper, her knees buckling for a second before I pulled her tighter against my hips.
“The walls are thick, Stepsister,” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “This office is completely soundproof. No one out there can hear a thing.”



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