My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695

“We are going to stand in front of the Council in two days,” his hand tightening in my hair, holding my head still against the headboard, “And if you love me… if you really love me like you say you do… you’re going to stand there and tell every single one of them the truth.”

Another hard, deep pushi made my back arch, my toes curling tight into the sheets as the intense pleasure swept over my mind.

“You’re going to tell them that your father abused you until you almost died,” he ordered, “You’re going to tell them you are never going back to him. Ever again.”

He pulled back and drove deep into me one last heavy time, his hips locked flush against mine, holding me completely still while my body shook beneath him.

“And if you don’t do that,” he whispered, “this will be the very last night we are ever together.”

The threat hung in the air, but the pleasure building inside of me was too hot to hold back.

He finally let go of my arm and hair, and took my waist in both of his big hands instead, gripping my hips so tight his fingers dug deep into my skin. He pulled me back hard against him and slammed deep into me one last, furious time.

That final stroke broke everything inside us.

A loud, broken moan ripped out of my throat at the exact same second a low, rough groan tore from his chest.

The heat exploded deep inside me. My eyes squeezed shut as my whole body went rigid.

The intense pleasure hit me like a wave, making my mind go blank and my breath catch in my chest. He held me pinned flush against his hips as he came inside me, hot, hard, and fast, filling me completely with long pulses.

My body began to shake out of control.

Every single muscle in my legs and back twitched and trembled from the sheer force of the orgasm. My toes curled tight into the sheets, my hips shuddering against him as small, helpless gasps kept leaving my lips.

Raphael held me tight against his body, his head resting heavily against my back now, his chest rising and falling fast as our hearts slammed wildly against each other in the dark room.

Raphael’s forehead rested against the back of my shoulder for a long moment before he finally spoke, “Look at me.

I turned slowly until our eyes met. His expression had changed again..The anger was still there and so was the fear but now there was something else… resolve.

“You understand what’s at stake.”

I nodded faintly, “I do.”

His jaw tightened, “If Giovanni asks for you. If he stands there pretending he was a father of the fucking year,” his eyes searched mine, “Are you going to tell them the truth?”

The question stole the air from my lungs. I looked away. My silence answered him before I ever could.

Raphael took a slow, deep breath, “Gianna.”

I closed my eyes, “I can’t..I can’t stand there and say those things that aren’t even true.”

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“They’re true.”

“You don’t know that, you weren’t there.”

His brows pulled together, “What?”

I forced myself to look at him, “My father never abused me.”

Raphael stared at me.

Disbelief slowly replaced every other emotion on his face.

“He was hard on me,” I swallowed, “He pushed me. He expected more from me than other fathers did but he wasn’t trying to destroy me. I won’t lie to the Council. I won’t make up a story just because everyone else believes it.”

“Gianna.”

“I won’t,” tears blurred my vision, “I won’t make promises I can’t keep.”

Raphael laughed once, the sound was so harsh, there wasn’t a trace of humor in it, “I finally understand that you don’t trust me.”

“That’s not -”

“No,” he shook his head, “You trust the man who left scars all over your body but you don’t trust me.”

I shook my head, “He didn’t leave any scars, I did all that to myself and I do! I do trust you.”

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