Page 108 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

The moment we got into the suite, Killian stepped out to sort out a few things with the hotel security staff.He told me to relax, to get comfortable, and I took that as a challenge.

I unzipped my bag slowly, digging through until my fingers brushed against the soft, delicate material my stepmother had slipped into it the night before.a deep red set of lingerie, bold and sinful.The bra was sheer lace with tiny gold clasps, but the real scandal was the panties, matching red lace, completely open at the crotch, just a slim strip of fabric around the hips and a teasing slit between my thighs, leaving nothing hidden.

"Damn..."I muttered as I slipped into it, letting the lace cling to my skin, making sure every inch of me looked exactly how I wanted it to.Then I threw on a thin silk robe, barely tying the knot, and laid down on the massive bed, waiting.

When I heard the door open, I stayed still.I didn't even look up.I knew it was him.

Then he saw me.

He froze, standing there with the door still half open.His breath hitched.He took a slow, deep gulp and muttered under his breath, "Fuck...are you trying to kill me, woman?"

I stood up slowly, eyes locked on his, and untied the robe with just one tug.The silk slid off my body and dropped to the floor in silence, leaving me standing there in nothing but the red lace bra and those wicked open-crotch panties.

His jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

I walked slowly back to the bed, hips swaying deliberately.I climbed up on it, laid back against the pillows, then spread my legs wide and slid one hand between them, licking my fingers slowly before touching myself right there, never breaking eye contact.

Killian looked like he'd lost his mind.

He yanked his shirt off like it was choking him, kicked off his shoes, and undid his belt so fast it nearly snapped.His pants dropped, revealing how hard he already was, so hard he was almost trembling.

"Liana—fuck," he groaned, voice strained."You're a fucking seductress."

I didn't say a word.I just kept touching myself, letting out a soft moan, watching him undress like a man possessed.

He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wrists, and yanked them above my head."You want to play, baby?"he whispered, grinding against me."Then let's fucking play."

and the rest of the night disappeared into sweat, moans, desperate kisses, and bodies tangled in lust.

He fucked me like I was his entire world.

and I gave myself to him completely.

Forever.