My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383

The memory made me feel physically sick. The cold weight of his old betrayal pressed down hard on my chest, making it difficult to breathe in the quiet bedroom.

I looked back down at the tablet Raphael had made to protect me, and then back at the flashing red alerts from the boy who had ruined me.

I was trapped between a beautiful, forbidden secret and a ghost from my past who refused to stay dead.

A sudden knock against the heavy wood of my bedroom door cut through the silence.

I gasped, my head snapping up from the tablet as my heart did a violent leap against my ribs. I scrambled to pul the blanket higher over my legs, my eyes wide as the door slowly swung inward.

Raphael was standing there.

The breath completely left my body, my mouth suddenly going dry before water pooled under my tongue. He was so massive he completely filled the entire entrance, blocking out the light from the hallway. Because of his towering height, he reached up carelessly and grabbed the top of the wooden doorframe with one large hand, leaning his heavy weight against it like it was nothing.

The simple movement made the thin fabric of his tight white t-shirt ride up his torso. My eyes glued themselves to the smooth skin of his stomach. The bright light from the hall hit the deep lines of his washboard abs, highlighting every single hard ridge of muscle that shifted as he breathed. Below his shirt, a pair of black, baggy tactical pants hung low on his heavy hips, making him look like something I wanted to eat.

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