My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694

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Chapter 694

My fingers clawed at the dark sheets as he started moving, my breath coming in broken gasps as he held my arm trapped behind my lower back and his fist locked tight in my hair.

Then, his head dropped down near my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, “I love you too, his voice sounded like it was torn straight out of his chest. He slammed into me harder, taking every last bit of space left between us, “I love you so much that I can’t let you leave.”

Another hard, deep push made my back arch, a sharp cry catching in my throat.

“And no matter what happens, you’re not going to Philadelphia,” he snapped, “I can’t let you leave with that abusive bastard.”

In a single fraction of a second, the world stopped moving.

My entire body went dead still beneath him. The heat in the room seemed to freeze into solid ice.

Abusive bastard.

The words echoed inside my head, drowning out the sound of my own hammering heart.

My free hand froze against the mattress. My lungs locked up, refusing to take in air.

What?

My mind scrambled, trying to make sense of the words he had just spoken into my ear.

He knew.

How could he know?

I had never told him. I had never told anyone. I had buried those horrors so deep inside myself that I thought no

one in the world would ever find them.

But… that wasn’t abuse.

Raphael didn’t understand. How could he? That’s why I had never told anyone. They would hear it and think the worst, and maybe they would hate him for it, but they wouldn’t understand what it felt like from inside my head.

He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was trying to make me feel better. And the strange part was that it had been working.

I just couldn’t handle it then. I was a child, overwhelmed by feelings I didn’t have the words for, frightened by how intense everything felt. So I ran from it and buried it until I convinced myself it had never happened.

But I’m not that little girl anymore.

I’m not helpless anymore.

And a small part of me kept whispering that maybe, if he touched me the same way now, I wouldn’t panic. Maybe this time I could stay.

Maybe this time it would feel the way it was always supposed to feel.

Raphael kept pounding into me, his hips crashing against mine with a force that sent a violent shockwave through my whole body.

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With every single hard stroke, the strength of his body drove me forward across the bed. My free hand slipped against the sheets, unable to hold me back.

My face was pushed straight into the soft headboard.

His hand stayed locked in my hair, holding my head close to the padded headboard, while his other hand kept my arm pinned behind my lower back. Every time he drove himself deep inside me, the thrust lifted my hips and slammed my face forward into the headboard again and again.

The soft fabric cushioned the impact, but the constant, hard hitting rattled my head, dazing me as the dark heat between us burned higher and hotter.

My gasps turned into breathy moans, trapped between the headboard and him. He was taking every last inch of me, filling me so completely and so hard that my thoughts vanished.

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