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His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. 
“This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?”
The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. 

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I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? 
Read to find out.

Obsessed With My Stepbrother

*Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if it doesn't interest you.*

He undressed me slowly, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced my body, from my belly down to my thighs, igniting anticipation within me.

"You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice oozing with seduction. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react now that all my dreams were becoming a reality.

His touch reached my most intimate area, causing me to let out a small gasp. Even though my eyes were shut, I could sense his gaze fixed upon me.

"Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell me what you like."

As soon as he finished speaking, his finger made contact with my delicate folds, and he began to stroke them up and down. I let out a slow moan; his touch was working wonders, and I was already incredibly aroused, even though he hadn't even truly begun.

Chapter 12: He Felt So Right