Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
“You’d better. Because I don’t make threats, Nessa, I make promises.”
Her face had lost all its color but she was able to nod quickly, like she couldn’t agree fast enough.
I turned and walked away knowing that though I had taken the first step towards damage control, nothing would be enough until every single person shut their mouth about Malia.
That thought hit me harder than the confrontation itself. This wasn’t just lust or the thrill of messing around. It wasn’t even about the rumor anymore. It was about her and how the idea of her hurting made something violent crawl under my skin. Possession, obsession, care or whatever it was, it was mine, and I wasn’t letting anyone touch it.