Catherine’s POV
"Julian." His na escaped before I could think. I quickly shot up from the bed. "What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out."
He didn’t answer. He just stood there for a second, breathing hard like he’d run all the way here. His jaw flexed once, and then he shut the door behind him.
"Why are you shutting the door? I saidddd, get the fuck out!"
He ignored and scoffed. "Nice performance tonight," he finally spoke, his voice cutting through like a blade. "Very comndable."
I clenched my jaw. Of course, he’d start like that.
"You missed the encore, though," I fired back, narrowing my eyes. "Should’ve stayed longer."
My words seed to hit him because his smirk imdiately faltered. He crossed the room in two strides, and before I could move, his hand shot out, not rough, but firm, catching my wrist and yanking closer.
"Are you trying to provoke , Catherine?" He asked with a low, tight, dangerous voice. "You’d better stop. You are taking it too far."
His grip tightened so hard they they hurt, making my pulse thud hard enough to shake through my ribs. I hadn’t expected him to tick that fast.
Unknowingly, I began rationalizing things in my head. Is he jealous? He has to be. Why else would he be acting like this?
But another voice cut through coldly and cruelly. Of course not, girl. Don’tflatteryourself. He doesn’t give one damn care in the world about you. He just can’t stand losing control or losing to Collins.
"Why’d you kiss him?" Julian demanded, his rough voice pulling back from my thoughts. "To provoke ?"
I stared up at him, my pulse pounding in my ears. "Nope," the word ca out like poison on my tongue, before I forced out a chuckle. "I kissed Collins because I like him. Get a hold of yourself."
His fingers twitched, but he didn’t let go. For a split second, sothing cracked in his expression, the tiniest flicker of hurt, before he masked it with that damn smirk again, tilting his head.
"Guess you were right about calling easy," I went on, forcing the words through the lump in my throat. "I know for a fact that it wasn’t hard watching give what you didn’t want to soone else."
That did it. Julian’s teeth pressed together, his muscles ticking at the corner of his face.
He lowered his face, so they were inches from mine. "You really think I do not want these lips of yours?" each murmured word ca out deliberate. "You think it’s easy staring at you every day and pretending to—" He stopped himself, his eyes burning with sothing unreadable. "You have no idea what you’re doing to , Catherine."
My throat went dry. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The way he said my na was low and hoarse, like it hurt him and it threw completely off balance.
"I’m supposed to have control," he continued, dragging his hand through his hair. "But whenever I’m around you, I lose it all."
He broke off, exhaling sharply.
I t his eyes. "Then maybe you should stop controlling the way you feel," I whispered. "If you want to kiss , go ahead and do it."
He bit down on his lower lip, shaking his head with a tensed jaw. "No. You’re my stepsister," he let out a breath. "And you’re eighteen, Catherine. I’m twenty-four. This—this is wrong."
I laughed softly but bitterly. "Enough of this age thing. I am adult enough and this ans I can do what I want, with whoever I want."
"Stop," he uttered, almost begging. "You don’t know what you’re saying."
"I do," my voice snapped. "Maybe you are the one who has no idea of what he is saying or what he wants. You say one thing and do another. You say you want , but you act like—like you don’t."
There ca a thick, heavy silence.
He stopped saying anything. Right! What was I expecting?!
I swallowed, forcing myself to look him straight in the face. "Just leave, Julian."
"I don’t want to," his reply ca fast.
What did he really want? He was confusing .
I shot my eyes tight, squeezing in all the emotions, the conflict, the rage, the want, the hunger, the sadness.. till I felt him step closer, slow and controlled.
Every inch he moved felt electric, until his breath brushed against my cheek. My chest began to rise and fall too fast.
This was the part where he would finally kiss but his lips never took mine.
My eyes fluttered open, and my muscle at my jaw ticked. "Are you going to kiss or not? You can’t keep doing this to ."
"I’m sorry, maybe you should stop letting ."
How could I stop him?!
My head tilted with a half sneer. "Selfish much? Do you think you are the only one who loses control of yourself whenever we are together?"
"Catherine?" He cupped my jaw, turning my face to him again, with his thumb brushing just under my chin. "You have no idea of the bad things I want to do to you."
The way he sucked his lip after he said that, did a lot of things to .
Air stalled in my throat as his lips moved to my ear. "I want to kiss your lips, bite them till they have marks enough to let anyone know that you are mine."
"I want to squeeze those cheeky ass of yours, while sucking your perky boobs. Damn, I can’t stop thinking of how you would moan for when I stroke your pussy."
"Julian..." I slowly called out. "Please."
He ran his tongue on my ear. "What are you begging for?"
My fingers dug deep into his shoulder, I needed support because my legs were starting to weaken out. "I want you."
He pulled back a little and our eyes locked. I could see the raw fire in his eyes.
Neither of us moved, both of us waiting for the other to break first.
Then a sharp knock ca and I froze.
Gabriel’s voice filtered through the door. "Catherine, I need your help with sothing."
Julian’s lips thinned. He took one slow step back, eyes still locked on .
I turned with panic, glancing toward the door. "Gabriel, I’m about to sleep," I replied, trying to feign a sleepy tone.
There was a pause, until his voice ca again. "Sorry, but it’s urgent. I’m coming in..."
I looked at Julian, whose eyes were darkened with fury and what seed like frustration.
"Stop standing there and hide sowhere."
Reviews
All reviews (0)