My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 84

"Bored?" Dante repeated, "You? Since when do you leave a hunt behind? People are asking questions. They say they saw you hauling someone out of the hunt. They say you looked like you were ready to kill."

"People talk too much when they’re high," I snapped, my temper finally fraying, "I’m in my room. I’m tired. If you want to play games in the dirt with those spoiled little bitches, go ahead. But don't call me again unless the house is on fire."

"Raph, if you’re hiding something—"

"Hang up the phone, Dante."

I didn't wait for his reply. I tapped the screen and ended the call, throwing the phone onto the table.

I stood up, my legs feeling heavy. I walked to the edge of the bed. Gianna had kicked the silk sheets down in her sleep. She looked cold, her small shoulders shivering in the air-conditioned chill of the room.

I reached down and grabbed the heavy gray duvet. I pulled it up slowly, tucking it under her chin.

Then I felt it again.

That deep, sharp throb in my gut. My jeans were so tight it was becoming a physical pain.

"Goddammit," I whispered, the word a hissed curse.

I turned away from her, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching my teeth. I walked toward the bathroom. I stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

I stepped into the glass shower, the tiles cold against my back as the water started to hiss. I didn't turn on the heater. I wanted it cold. I wanted the ice to snap me out of the haze, to kill the heat that was pulsing in my blood. But as the freezing spray hit my shoulders, it didn't help.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of her core rocking against me.

"Fuck," I spat.

I reached down, my hand wrapping around my cock. It was stone-hard, straining against the cold water. My grip was tight, rough, and impatient.

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