Page 22 of Claimed by my Stepbrother

The room is charged with a wild, passionate energy that sucks me in, and my hands shake as I unbutton his shirt and begin to slide it off his shoulders. When I do, I see the bullet wound and come back to reality.

“My god, they shot you!” I exclaim.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he tells me and pushes my hands down to his waist.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes. If you aren’t going to take my pants off, I’ll do it myself,” he mumbles, as he licks his way from my chest to my throat. He wastes no time removing his pants and boxers, spins me around, and pins me to the wall where I feel him enter me from behind. I’m already soaking, so he slides in easily.

“I need you so bad,” he whispers.

“I need you, too,” I moan.

“You’re mine, and after today, nobody will ever dare to touch you again. By tomorrow, everybody will know what happens when they try to hurt my girl.”

Just a short time ago, the idea of being with someone so capable of violence would have scared the life out of me. Now, having seen the twisted and vile nature of his adversaries firsthand, I wouldn’t have him any other way. I feel safest beside him.

“It feels so good to be inside you, baby girl,” he grunts.

“I love having you inside me,” I answer and I mean it with every fiber of my being.

* * *

The warm watersplashes against my skin, and Giovanni glides a soapy sponge across my shoulders and down my back. Remembering his wound, I trade positions with him and watch as the dried blood drips down his chest. I feel terrible knowing that this happened to him because of me, but I think he was right when he said it wasn’t serious.

All of the bleeding appears to have stopped. He pulls me against his chest and whispers, “I would have lost my mind if anything had happened to you.”

“I’m sorry I caused all of this trouble. If I’d just stayed in the house…”

“Hush, little girl. It’s over now and you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

He presses his lips against mine and kisses me as the water splashes us both in the face. I know I wasn’t gone long, but it feels like an eternity since he held me in his arms. We finish our shower, and he dries me off with a towel after wrapping another around his waist. We move into the bedroom, and he lies down in the center of the bed. He opens his towel and takes his engorged cock in his hand.

“Come over here, Princess,” he tells me as he strokes his manhood.

“Are you sure? You’re hurt. Are you really up for doing it again?” I ask him, eager to have him inside me but also not wanting to make him hurt.

“That’s why I want you on top.”

Pensive and unsure, I spread my legs wide to straddle his hips. He places his hands on my ass and lowers me onto his shaft. Having him inside me feels great, but it’s more than that. When he’s inside me, I feel whole.

He guides my body forward and back with his full length inside me and a fire starts to build in my belly. With quivering thighs and a burning desire, I arch my back and rotate my hips, enjoying every inch of his manhood. He digs his fingers into my thighs and says, “Slow down or I’m gonna explode,” but I can’t slow down.

My hunger is too strong, and I myself am on the brink of orgasm. We come together in a symphony of sweet release. Exhausted and satisfied, I fall onto his chest.

Giovanni gently nudges me awake, and I see that it’s gotten dark outside. I must have been asleep for hours.

“I know that today has been the most frightening day of your life, and I’d understand if you just want it to end. Would you like me to bring dinner to you so you don’t have to be confronted by your mother?”

“Thank you but no. I know my mother. The longer she waits to voice her opinion, the worse it will be. I’ll get dressed and come down with you.”

He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead, “Good girl.”

Our parents are seated in the living room when we come back down from my room. As soon as our eyes meet, my mother stands and asks, “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you to bring me your I.D. for hours.”

“I’m not leaving, Mom. I know that you’re worried about me, but everything is going to be alright now. I promise.”

Her face turns red and I swear she’s about to stomp her feet. “Do you know what he’s involved in? You could never be safe here. You’ve both had your fun, but now it’s time to come home where you belong.”

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