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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

I left his house after our little make out session. There was no way I could have thought that I'd end up in my current situation two days ago—but I guess fate has its own plans no matter what you do.

I don't think I object to it, though. It was like a fantasy to me, even after everything that had happened. Sure, my brain was screaming at me, but my pretty teenage heart wasn't mad about it. I could sound mature and say that I fucked up, but I knew deep down, I wanted nothing more than him.

Maybe all my dreams were indeed gonna come true.

Chapter 33: Pancakes & Stefan