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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

My eyes were still fixated at his perfectly greyish light black–shady eyes. Shady, in both senses.

I had come here with the certainty that I would get him to admit that he speaks bullshit when he's drunk, or maybe to end up with a huge amount of money for my college payment. Originally, the thought of him paying for me sounded so ridiculous, I didn't even wanna present it. I mean I say that it'd be embarrassing for him if he couldn't pay — but wouldn't it be more embarrassing for me?

I didn't want to give that perspective to him. Obviously, when I looked at him once again through the eyes of someone who heard that he could potentially want to sleep with me again — it was weird. I thought I hated him to the core, but apparently, I just needed a little push and here I was—half naked in front of him, being paid over 50 millions to spend a night with the person I hated and loved for the longest time.

Chapter 29: The Promised Paradise