My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 317

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Chapter 317

“Just go,” I whispered, the anger suddenly draining out of me, leaving nothing but a vast, hollow crater of exhaustion. My shoulders slumped, and I couldn’t even find the energy to keep my voice sharp, “You saw the freak show. You heard my mother. You know all my disgusting little secrets now. Just go back to your perfect little life and leave me alone.”

I dropped my gaze back to his feet, unable to look at him for another second.

The silence between us grew so loud I could hear the faint sound of his breathing. I stayed completely frozen, my chin tucked against my chest, waiting for the sound of his feet turning around on the carpet. I just wanted the door to close. I wanted to be alone in the dark where I didn’t have to be a person anymore.

But he didn’t walk away.

Instead, a sudden warmth moved through the air, and before I could even look up, his hand reached out toward my shoulder. His fingers were open, his palm moving slowly, trying to offer a soft touch.

The sight of his hand coming toward me made something wild and frantic snap in my brain.

Smack!

The sound of my palm hitting his cheek was loud. The force of the blow stung my own hand, sending a vibration right up my arm.

Raphael’s head snapped to the side from the impact. He froze, his hand remaining suspended in the empty air between us, his eyes wide with utter shock. He didn’t move a single muscle, his jaw clenching so tight the skin around his mouth turned white. A dark red mark was already starting to form across his pale cheekbone.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” I shrieked, “I am not in the right mind to sleep with you right now, Raphael! God! I can’t fucking believe you!”

I let out a harsh, breathless laugh that sounded completely hysterical, my tears spilling over my cheeks in a hot, blinding rush.

“Is that what you think this is?” I taunted, my voice shaking with pure disgust as I pointed a trembling finger at his chest, “You think because I’m breaking down, because my mother just did that to me, that I’m just going to let you use my body? You are sick! You are absolutely disgusting if you think I’m going to let you near me right now!”

Raphael stared at me, and for the first time since I had known him, he looked completely lost. Total disbelief washed over his hard features, his mouth opening slightly as if he wanted to speak, to defend himself, to tell me I was completely wrong. He looked at my wild, terrified eyes, and then down at his own hand, realizing exactly how I had taken his gesture.

He hadn’t been asking for that.

He had just been trying to hold me.

But the air in the room was too poisoned by my past.

Slowly, the shock in his eyes faded, replaced by a cold understanding. He let his hand drop back down to his side, his fingers curling into a tight fist. He didn’t yell. He didn’t get angry. He just closed his eyes for a single second, swallowed hard, and gave a slow nod to himself.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice flat and completely devoid of life.

He finally pushed past me, as he walked out of the closet, his broad shoulders passing through the doorway

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without a single backward glance. A second later, the heavy wooden bedroom door opened and clicked shut behind

him.

He was gone.

The moment the lock clicked into place, the last string holding me together snapped.

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