Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 310

**TITLE: Wrong person 310**

**Chapter 310**

As I stand there, my heart racing with anticipation, I begin the slow, deliberate journey of sliding my pants down. Inch by inch, the fabric glides down my legs, pooling around my ankles, and the air in the room seems to thicken with heat, as if the temperature has suddenly spiked by ten degrees.

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What lies beneath is a creation of black lace—tiny, delicate, and more suggestive than anything I’ve ever dared to wear before. I remember the moment I purchased it just last week, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me twice before finally deciding to bring it home. Tonight, though, I feel a rush of exhilaration.

His breath hitches in his throat, a sound that sends a shiver of excitement through me.

A low, almost warning growl escapes his lips as he takes a deliberate step toward me, his eyes locked on mine.

“You sure about this, princess?” he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something primal.

I nod, suppressing a smile that threatens to break free. “So do you want your last gift or not?” My words hang in the air, teasing him, daring him to take the plunge.

He closes the distance between us with a predatory grace, like a panther stalking its prey—something fragile and utterly enticing. Every inch of him radiates heat, control, and an undeniable sense of command.

I reach for the army vest draped across my chest, my fingers sliding under the strap to unclasp it—

But his hand is still gripping my wrist, firm and unyielding.

There’s a tension in the air, and I feel frozen in place, even as my body burns with an internal fire. My pulse thrums like a second heart, thrumming between my legs, and the way he looks at me makes me feel as though I’m unraveling, as if I’m something he’s about to devour whole.

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“Keep it on,” he repeats, his voice low, dark, and ragged around the edges. “All of it.”

A shaky laugh escapes my lips, a sound filled with disbelief. “You’re into army roleplay now?” I tease, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.

He doesn’t smile.

Instead, his mouth drags against my jaw, rough stubble scraping my skin just enough to elicit a gasp from my lips. His fingers glide up the open edge of the vest, trailing over the thin lace beneath with a featherlight touch, as if he’s trying to discern whether I’ll shatter or combust under his gaze.

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“You planned a full assault,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath sending delightful chills down my spine. “Party. People. Games. Then you bring me home like this…” He bites down gently, just under my ear, igniting a fire within me. “You started this war, Penny.”

My knees nearly buckle at the weight of his words.

He doesn’t let me take off the vest—not even the hat.

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Instead, he worships every inch of what lies beneath it, treating my body like something both sacred and forbidden. The lace doesn’t last long, but he ensures that I do.

It’s not gentle.

It’s not soft.

It’s intense. Consuming. Desperate in ways I never realized I craved.

Every word he whispers is rough, possessive, and impossible to forget.

Every time he touches me, I burn for more.

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And afterward, when I’m curled against his chest, skin still tingling and heart racing, he presses a tender kiss to my forehead and whispers, “Best birthday of my life.”