Free Billionaire Stepbrother - Secret Lives by Madeline Du Bois Page B

guts, among other things. “To be honest, my main motivation these days is keeping the club together, mostly because I just don't have anyone else.” He didn’t say it out loud, but he knew immediately that he wanted Cynthia to be that someone else.
     
    He took another step forward, and while she seemed uncomfortable, she also didn’t back away. “What are you doing?” she asked him, and he could almost taste her breath.
     
    “This,” he answered, placing his hands on either side of her face and pulling her in for a kiss; the most meaningful kiss he’d ever given. He let it linger, delighting in the fact that she didn't recoil immediately, but unsure whether it was because she shared his desire or was paralyzed in fear. As he pulled away, he felt his own fear swell with in him. Fear of rejection as he waited for her reaction.
     
    Would she run, or would she stay?
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    It was as if the office melted away before Cynthia’s eyes and all she could see was Dante. She stood there for a moment looking at his stunned face, smelling the alcohol on him. She wanted him to kiss her again, to just keep going. But she waited for him to move first to make sure he hadn’t done it by mistake.
     
    After a moment, Dante closed the distance between them again, latching onto the back of her neck with his hand and pressing his lips firmly against hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and began exploring it. She felt it massage her own before running against her teeth and the sides of her mouth. His hand moved up to tangle in her hair as he held her to him at the back of her head. A chill went down her spine in response to his touch.
     
    She bumped into a wall and realized he’d back her into it, still kissing her passionately. No longer feeling frozen, she reached behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling his body into her. She heard a groan emit from his throat and he held her lips between his teeth. She let her hands explore the skin under his shirt and felt the flexing of his back muscles against her palms. Her nails grazed his warm skin, and he bit down harder on her lip.
     
    Cynthia’s breathing was coming out in quick gasps as his lips moved away from hers and made a trail down her neck to her shoulder. She shivered and closed her eyes letting the feeling of his hands and lips wash over her. He grabbed a wad of hair in the hand he still had against her head and pulled just enough to send a pinch of pain through her. She responded by calling out and digging her nails deeper into his back before tugging his shirt off.
     
    Holding him at arm's length, she studied his body under the soft glow of the desk lamp. Dante was ripped, with defining lines making up his abs and pecs and tattoos creating a maze of designs that covered his entire upper body before dipping down beneath the hem of his pants. It was better than she had imagined.
     
    She could see the lust shining in her stepbrother's eyes as he knocked her arm out of the way to lift her body up and carry her over to his desk, knocking over the lamp in the process. It didn’t break, but it did come unplugged, plunging them into total darkness.
     
    As her eyes adjusted to the blackness of the office, she felt her jeans being tugged off to expose her bare legs. The cool air hit her, giving her goose bumps as her shoes fell to the ground as well. Her panties quickly followed, and she heard the sound of a chair scraping across the thin carpet in the office. She could finally see Dante’s silhouette as he sat down in a chair in front of her, placing one leg on each side of his neck.
     
    Cynthia gasped as she felt his lips leaving little wet scars along her inner thigh all the way up to the sweet spot that was beginning to ache for him in the best way. Her center was watering like a dog salivating at the thought of food as his tongue flicked out of his mouth and gave her soft skin a small lick. Just that soft, wet touch was driving her mad.
     
    His tongue