Page 13 of Claimed by my Stepbrother

“No, of course not but…”

“But what? They’re the parents and we’re the children? We’re not children, and I don’t answer to anyone. I respect my father, but I won’t sacrifice what I want to please him. The same goes for your mother.”

I guess my answer put whatever misgivings she had to rest because this is where the conversation ends.

“Now, let’s get out of here. I have a little surprise for you at home.”

Arturo opens the back door for Gabby and, once again, is surprised when I slide in the back beside her. She moves all the way to the edge of the seat, so I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me. She attempts to say something but I stop her by pressing my lips to her mouth. I’ve waited all night for a taste, and I refuse to wait a second longer.

We pull away from the curb and begin our ascent up the mountain to my compound. As the lights of the village fade behind us, I reach for her hand and place it on my hard dick. Her eyes grow wide and she motions toward the front of the car at Arturo.

“It’s dark and he isn’t looking,” I whisper in her ear as I slide my hand up her gown. “I’ve had a perpetual erection from the first time I laid eyes on you. You’re killing me, Princess.”

I squeeze her through her silk panties with one hand and place the other on top of hers so I can unzip my pants and guide her hand inside them. It’s a wonder I don’t explode when her fingers touch my skin for the first time. Despite her initial worry about Arturo, she has completely forgotten he exists.

She bites her lips and closes her eyes, grinding against my hand. Moving her panties to the side, I slide one finger in and out of her tight channel. Her mouth is open in a silent moan, and fuck, I almost come just watching her.

We’re both wet and panting by the time Arturo pulls into the driveway. I don’t want to stop, but we only have a few seconds to fix our clothes. With a groan, I pull my hand away and lick my fingers clean, never taking my eyes off her as I do.

8

OUR FIRST TIME

GABBY

The gala was like something I’ve only ever seen on a movie screen. The closest I’ve ever come to a formal affair was my high school prom in the sweaty school gym. It was amazing but a bit overwhelming. There were so many faces staring at Giovanni and me. It’s no wonder he wanted to get out of there as soon as the dinner service ended.

We enter the house and he leads me directly to the veranda. The table is set with candles, flowers, and covered dishes.

“What is all this?” I ask him.

“I knew we wouldn’t be staying at the gala for dessert, so I had some delivered here.”

He pulls out my chair for me and, once I’m seated, pulls the silver lids off each of the three platters. There are strawberries and cream, ricotta cheesecake, and tiramisu. He removes a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and fills two crystal flutes with the bubbly liquid.

“I’ve never had champagne before,” I tell him.

“You’ll like this one. It’s a little on the sweet side,” he replies.

He sits down beside me and holds up his glass, “A toast to my lovely date.”

“And to you for everything. This day was amazing. I felt like a real princess.”

“You are a real princess, little girl,” he squeezes my hand, takes my glass away, and sits down, pulling me onto his lap.

I lean my head against his chest and close my eyes. There’s something magical about being in his arms. I feel as though I’ve spent my whole life wondering where I belong and this feels like it. It feels like… home.

“It’s beautiful here. I could spend the whole night out here looking at the stars.”

“Not tonight, little girl. Tonight, we’re going to finish what we started.”

My heart beats so hard and fast that I’m certain he can feel it. I knew that, eventually, it would come to this. We’ve been doing this little dance for what already feels like forever.

I want to be with him so badly, but what I know about sex won’t fill a single paragraph. I don’t want to make a fool of myself and disappoint him. What if my inexperience turns him off?

“What’s wrong, baby? You don’t want to sleep with me? You’re not ready? You’re shaking.”

“I-I…” I drop my head in utter defeat and say, “I don’t know how to do any of this. I’ve never had sex before.” I wait for his response, convinced he’s going to change his mind about this whole thing.

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