Shackled: A Stepbrother Romance Novel by Arabella Abbing Read Free Book Online Page B

She broke the kiss and gasped, looking at me with wide, shocked eyes.
    “I want you,” I growled, praying to all that was holy that she wouldn’t ask me to stop. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to walk away now. I bent my neck down and softly kissed her neck before I choked out, “ Need you.”
    “ Yesss ,” she moaned, pulling my face back up and smashing our lips together.
    My control was shot. My intentions to be honest with her and apologize like an adult were forgotten. The only thing left in my mind were the needs of my cock—the need to rut and thrust and fuck .
    But when I tried to move my hands to better grope her ass, she made a pained noise of discomfort and somehow, my brain managed to recognize it. I pulled away immediately, breathing heavily as I stared down at her flushed face. Her shaking hand was pushing at my chest and I swallowed hard as I took a generous step back to give her some space.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered into the thick silence of the room.
    Words I’d never said before. I wondered if she realized the severity of what saying them meant to me. I never admitted when I was wrong. Never owned up to it even if someone stood before me with proof that I was wrong.
    Fiona used to have my back in whatever arguments I got myself into, even though I could always see it in her eyes when she disagreed. But it never mattered.
    When I stood by my opinions, she stood by me.
    I should have stood by her in return.
    “It—It’s fine. Will you please unchain me so I can get changed for bed?”
    I narrowed my eyes, mentally going through the very few options I had. None of them would go over well with her, but I wasn’t willing to risk giving in to her wishes and having her run off on me.
    I wasn’t done trying to win her back.
    “I’ll unchain you so you can change your shirt, but I’m not leaving the room.”
    “W-What?”
    I folded my arms across my chest and stared directly into her eyes. “You heard me. I’ll take it off, but I’m watching. After I re-cuff you, I’ll turn my back so you can preserve your modesty when you change your pants.”
    She looked at me as if she was ready to blow, but I wasn’t giving in. After a long, silent debate with herself, she finally threw her hands up and sighed.
    “Fine. Here,” she said in resignation as she presented her wrist to me.
    I reached into my pocket and fished out the key, undoing the shackle on her wrist and holding it for her, watching as she absentmindedly rubbed the skin that had been trapped beneath the cuff. After a long moment of her hesitation, I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow.
    “Sometime before Christmas would be nice.”
    Fiona scowled and the sight made me chuckle. She bent down to search for a pajama top, grumbling to herself at the limited choices. While she was turned away, I used the moment to adjust my aching dick in my jeans, attempting to relieve some of the pressure.
    Sleeping next to her without touching was going to be hell .
    “Probably should’ve packed something less slutty,” I commented with a smirk, feelings of jealousy rolling through my stomach at the idea of her going out in some of the clothes I saw in her bag earlier. “Not that I really plan to complain about whatever you choose. Or you could always go naked. I think I could handle that.”
    I prayed she wouldn’t call my bluff. I really couldn’t handle that. I was pretty damn sure my dick would explode sometime during the night.
    Fiona managed to muster up some courage and she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing the curve of her back and hips to my eyes. The sight went directly to my cock and it twitched hard in my jeans, the need to thrust demanding to be sated. I just barely managed to stifle a groan while I adjusted myself yet again.
    When she reached around her back to unhook her bra, twisting ever so slightly enough to give me the tiniest glimpse of the side of her breast, I bit down hard on my lower lip.
    Fuck, she’s