Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 67: I Want To Possess You

Natalie gulped, pulling her hand away from Justin’s hold and quickly averting her gaze. What’s wrong with me? And what’s wrong with him today? Puzzled and feeling her heart race, she stood up abruptly. "Thank you... I’m fine now. You can leave."

But Justin didn’t move. Instead, he asked, "What excuse did you give to Mr. Ford for my absence tonight?"

"I didn’t have to. Grandpa didn’t come home tonight either," she replied, trying not to meet his gaze. Both of you men just left me alone like that.

"You’re alone?" His voice held a note of surprise as he stood up, his eyes now focused intently on her.

She turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Do you see anyone else around me?"

"Good. So you took my warning from previous night seriously," Justin replied, his tone calm yet loaded with meaning.

Natalie’s irritation flared. "What do you mean? Do you think I brought random men home but because of your warning I didn’t bring any?"

Justin’s expression didn’t change as he countered, "Who was the one to claim last night about having been with many men?"

Her anger spiked as she glared angrily into his calm eyes. "Listen, Justin Harper, this is my home, and I can bring whoever I want into it. You don’t have the right to control my life, not even if I decided to bring someone home and take them to my bed..."

"You dare?" Justin’s gaze turned icy as he took a menacing step toward Natalie, forcing her to step back instinctively. She stumbled against the center table behind her, but before she could lose her balance, Justin’s arm swiftly wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly into him.

Her body collided with his, and she grasped at his shirt to steady herself. The sudden proximity sent a wave of heat through her, and she was about to step back, but his strong arm kept her in place, locking her against him.

She knitted her brows, "You..."

laces with

her heart almost stopped beating, making her nervous like she never felt before. She had come across many dangerous men, but this one looked like a devil himself. Every bit of his existence

her hands still resting awkwardly on his chest as she whispered, feeling

through her already frayed nerves. His gaze never left her

like it would jump out of her chest any moment if this man continued this way, and at this hour of

laid his claim on me? More like confessing to a woman. She shook her head, ’This can’t

way of calling him, trying to create distance

going the wrong way that he might regret. Clearly knowing, he should not be this way with Natalie, but it was impossible to stop himself, making him forget all

slowly, trying to regain her composure. "It’s late. You should head back

I shall sleep early," he said and

followed after him. "Grandpa’s not home, so

why should I trouble myself when I had spent quite

struck. He’s planning to sleep here? She hurried after him, standing in front of him to block his

"Mr. Harp—"

he corrected her again, not missing

"Fine, Justin

growing more urgent. "You might not be comfortable sharing the bed

you, an untouched maiden, find it

as she saw his gaze turning dark once more at what she was

lightly tapped her forehead with his forefinger, gently nudging her

"This is my

bed, so technically it’s mine." He then pulled the blanket up, looking at her lazily. "Turn off the lights when