Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

But I was too aware of the deadly calm in his voice. Too aware of how easily he could snap my neck before anyone even noticed I was gone.

We reached a dark Sedan parked at the far end of the lot, tucked away from sight. The sunlight barely stretched into this corner.

And then he shoved me.

My back slammed into the cold metal of the car with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. A sharp gasp tore from my lips as pain shot through my spine.,

Before I could recover or even process the situation, he took a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets like he had all the time in the world.

And then he smiled a slow smile, his hazel eyes glinting with something that made my stomach churn. He was looking at me. Not just looking-assessing, drinking me in like I was something to be owned.

I swallowed hard, suddenly painfully aware of every inch of my body.

Thank Selene, I wore jeans and a T-shirt today. There wasn't much skin for him to leer at.

But still-still-he stared at me like I was standing there naked and exposed to the bone.

"So..." His voice was totally smooth, almost conversational, as he tilted his head. "What they say about your beauty is true."

I stiffened.

His eyes traveled over me again, painfully slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.

His long fingers lazily brushed his deep, brown hair, which was slightly tussled - not in a careless way, though.

the kind that took his looks seriously.

he continued, his voice laced with amusement. "Instagram, Facebook, all the usual places. You photograph well, but I have

head. "The pictures don't do you

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sickening chill crawled

palms flat against the cool metal, desperate

there was nowhere

I was trapped.

forced out, trying to keep my voice steady while trying to ignore the way his gaze lingered

but his eyes only darkened the more. "What I've always wanted,

What did he mean?

me and pass on

Oh, no.

the heat radiating off

broad that it hinted at

just a few inches away

kind of 'strong'; he was the kind of 'strong' that came with absolute control, like he knew exactly how to use every inch

His voice was softer now,

The world tilted.

stomach, nausea rising so

balance. My skin prickled with

What in hell?

man

laugh scraped the back of my