My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 82

Raphael

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I snapped.

My hands flew out, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips to stop the motion. I meant to push her away. I meant to end the torture. But the second my palms hit her curves, my brain went up in flames.

It was a slow, dragging friction that made my vision go dark. My body was screaming at me to lean in, to just take what was being offered.

"No," I rasped.

"Help me," she whispered.

"I am helping you," I rasped, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching my teeth. "I’m the only thing standing between you and a total disaster."

I reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back just enough so I could look into those glassy, green eyes. She looked back at me, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, hot puffs. She looked like she wanted to melt into the floor with me.

"You don't want this, Gianna," I said, my jaw so tight it hurt, "You think you do right now, but you don't. It’s the pill talking. And you’re making things very fucking difficult for me."

She let out a soft, frustrated whine and tried to lean back in, her hands reaching for my neck again. She didn't care about the rules. She didn't care that I was someone she usually hated. Right now, I was just the heat she needed.

"Stay. Still," I ordered.

I swung my leg over the back of the bike, moving fast before my body could betray me again. I stood up, the cool air of the garage hitting the sweat on my skin. I didn't give her a second to think. I reached down, grabbed her around the waist, and hauled her off the fuel tank.

She was dead weight, her limbs loose and soft. I hoisted her up and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of grain.

"Wow!" she gasped, her hands thumping against my back, "Look, the world is spinning!"

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