The Secret Reader

Chapter 5 — Temptation

(Dante's Pov)

I struggled to keep myself in check as I was standing behind the couches, staring at Darrel and Sophie as they ate their popcorns. Heat coursed through my veins like liquid fire, and an urge kept my c**k throbbing inside my pants. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what had just happened between me and my little sister in-law. Just the mere thought was enough to tempt me to wanna pin her down and f**k her.

I wasn't expecting her to react like that, to have this much desire building up inside of her.

I chuckled silently to myself, trying to hold myself in check.

"So how was your day?" Darrel asked.

I forced a smile. "It was great. Went to see an old friend of mine."

"Friend?" Darrel asked.

"You remember Jacob, right?" I asked.

Darrel's face lit up, a grin spreading across his face. "I remember him.... How is he? It's been a while since the last time I saw him.”

"He's good....we talked a lot.” I said. "And tomorrow, I might be coming late."

"Late?" Sophie asked, turning her attention to me.

"Yes." I said with a faint smile. "I'm going out, clubbing."

"Oh, right?" Darrel said. "Is Alina coming too?"

"Umm....I'm not sure she'll want that." I said.

Sophie chuckled. "No no no...you should really take her with you. She deserves to go out a bit."

"What do you mean?"

Darrel rolled his eyes. "She's mostly locked up in her room, or reading her books."

Sophie shook her head. "I think puberty's dealing with her the wrong way."

I felt my lips stretch into a smile at the thought of going out with her. That way I could meet up with Jacob, get my stash of weed. But I didn't want him to get close to her, or even lay a finger. It was pretty weird that the more I thought about her, the more my c**k hardened.

"Let me take a shower." I said, turning around before I walked to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes, letting them pile at the floor before I entered into the tub.

What I truly wanted at the moment was a cold shower, something that could ease me from this sensation that threatened to make me explode. My hands trailed down my skin, the foam from the shampoo creating clouds of white across my muscles.

My hand glided down, my fingers wrapping around my already throbbing boner. I could feel the bulging veins that framed my shaft, and with a simple stroke, a wave of hot pleasure raced down my spine. I groaned, drowning in my own thoughts.

The feel of her lips pressed against mine, the sound of her voice. Everything, it was so damn good, I felt as if I was stuck up in that moment again.

*

As I finished taking my shower, I wrapped a drying towel around my waist, securing it tightly. My fair set of hair was curling wet, and I used another towel to dry it as I walked out of the bathroom and entered into the passage. Judging by the silence, I was ridiculously sure that the others were already fast asleep.

I walked straight to the kitchen, my towel-dried hair dripping water onto my shoulders. I swung the microwave open, bringing out my plate of pasta. I realized it was starting to get cold, but I felt too lazy to warm it up.

I ate quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. As I finished, I placed the plate down and walked to Alina's room. Instead of knocking, I swung the door open, entering into the room. Maybe if she saw me like this, we could finish off with what we started earlier. I was in the mood for that.

But to my surprise, the room was empty. I smirked, realizing I had wanted to surprise her. But since she wasn't there, I decided to snoop around.

I didn't want to change just yet. I wanted to see what her world was like, the things that she loved and hated. Or maybe...she could have another set of erotic novels.

I swung the door shut behind me and walked over to her drawers. I started opening them, going through her stuff. My eyes landed on her panties and lingerie, and I couldn't help but grin. I inhaled the scent, feeling a rush of excitement.

At least she wasn't so dry.

After a few moments, I swung the drawer shut and opened another one. I picked up small stuff like pads, socks, and other basic girl things. I was curious about what she liked and what she used.

As I continued to snoop, I heard a faint noise coming from outside the room. I froze, wondering if Alina was returning. I slowly walked over to the door, pressing my ear against it to listen...

I heard the sound of the door handle turning, and the door swung open. I backed away slightly, my hands on my waist, my eyes staring into hers.

Alina's eyes widened in shock, her eyes fixed on my half-naked body. "I'm so sorry..." she stuttered, her cheeks flushing. "I didn't know you were changing."

I grinned, my eyes meeting hers. "I'm not changing," I said, my voice low and husky. "In fact, I was just hoping you'd be in here when I finished bathing. But it seems I was wrong."

Her eyes didn't shift from mine for what felt like a minute. There was this tension between us, it was so heavy and it weighed down on my shoulders. For a moment I thought she was trying to test me, to exam my resolve and I wanted nothing more but to prove I had enough muscle and testosterone.

I wanted to slip off my towel, make it fall right in front her. But I was slower. She turned around, running back into the living room. But I was right behind her, my towel still wrapped around my waist.

"Hey, wait up!" I called out, my voice ringing down the passage. She didn't stop, but I could hear her footsteps slowing down. I caught up to her, my hand reaching out to grab her arm.

"Let's talk," I said, my voice low and persuasive.

Alina turned around, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. I could see the pulse racing in her neck, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her...