Page 45 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

Eventually, my body calmed.My cock softened.My head felt a little clearer.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist, and stepped back into the room.

She was still there.

Curled up in a corner of her small bed, turned away from me.Her knees were tucked in like she was trying to disappear.She didn't even look up when I walked out.

My heart twisted.

I wanted to yell at her.Shake her.Pull her against me and make her feel everything I was feeling.But I didn't.

I just walked to my pile of clothes, started getting dressed slowly.Every now and then, I caught myself glancing at her, wondering what the fuck was going through her head.Wondering if she knew what she was doing to me.

When I was done, I walked over to her.

She didn't budge.

"Come on," I said quietly."You need to wash up."

She still didn't move.

I sighed, bent down, and tried to lift her.

"Leave me, you pervert!"she snapped, slapping at my arms, but her slap was weak.Barely a tap.

"You're sticky and covered in sweat.I'm not leaving you like this.You'll feel worse," I said, lifting her up in one clean move despite her protests.

She struggled a bit, but it wasn't real.Not really.Her fists weren't even clenched properly.She didn't scream.She didn't even kick.

I walked her straight to the bathroom and gently set her down inside the tub.

"Wash up," I told her, my voice firm."Or I swear I'll help you do it."

She turned her head away.

I stared for one second too long.Her legs were parted just slightly, her skin glistening where I'd sucked on earlier.My eyes dropped, just for a moment, to that small seductive thigh that still had my fingerprints on it.

"Fuck," I muttered, clearing my throat roughly and spinning away like it burned.

I stepped out, shut the door, and leaned my back against it for a second, breathing hard.

God, I loved her.I loved her so fucking much it was killing me.

She didn't even know.She didn't fucking know what it was doing to me that she kept rejecting me, kept acting like I was temporary.Like I hadn't torn my whole damn life apart just to be with her.

I pushed off the door and walked out of her room, silently praying to every fucking moon in the sky that I wouldn't walk back in there and do something I'd regret just to feel her again.

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I found myself walking slowly toward Ryan's little room.I stood outside his door for a moment and knocked gently.

"Who's there?"his small voice came, so sweet and innocent it made something in my chest twist hard.

I cleared my throat and said, "It's me," before pushing the door open slowly.

Ryan was seated on the floor, legs crossed, completely lost in his own world as he played with that superhero toy I got him earlier.He didn't even look up.

"Hey, buddy," I called out softly.