My Stepbrother Wants Me-Chapter 179: You Can’t Resist Me

Catherine’s POV

"Let him look," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. I didn’t want her to notice the tremor in my voice. "Dante has nothing to hide. Whatever he said in the dining room was nothing but the truth. He knew Richard would dig. He’s prepared for this."

"You don’t understand how Richard thinks," Lisa whispered, her eyes darting toward the door as if the wood had ears. "It’s not about him doubting Dante. He’s obsessed. Richard thinks Dante is the missing piece for his next political move. He is trying to find ways to not lose the connection. His research is meant for finding ways to tie Dante to the Vaughn name legally. He’s talking about ’securing’ your future. I’ve never seen him this focused on a person who isn’t a rival."

"Don’t overthink, mom. Dante doesn’t do anything he’s not ready for. Whatever Richard wants to do won’t work." I reached out and squeezed her hand. I needed her to stop shaking, or I was going to lose my own composure. "Go to bed please."

She gave me a long, searching look, "This is your first ever relationship. I really do not want it to go wrong for you because of a man I got married to."

"Stop it, mom. You are going to make me scared too, if you keep saying this."

She wanted to say more but she stopped herself by kissing my forehead, and finally slipping out.

A breath of air left my mouth. I needed to clear my head. I began to strip off my clothes. I felt trapped in my own skin. I was down to my bra and panties, my fingers reaching for the clasp of my bra, when the door handle turned.

I didn’t have time to react. The door swung open and Julian stepped inside.

He didn’t knock as usual. He just walked in like this was his room. For a moment, he stood there, staring at me. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, while I wondered what he was doing in here.

The moment I realised I was almost naked, I hurriedly crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide myself, my tongue suddenly feeling too thick for my mouth.

Julian didn’t look away. He stared at me with the intensity of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. He still didn’t say a word as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The lock clicked.

"Not again, Juliwn. Can you just stop doing this?" I managed to whisper, but my legs wouldn’t move. I should have run for the bathroom or grabbed a robe, but I was frozen under his gaze.

He walked forward slowly. He didn’t stop until he was inches away, his heat radiating off him in waves. Before I could process the movement, his left hand shot out and wrapped firmly around my waist. He yanked me forward, slamming my body against his. The contact was electric and terrifying.

"I’m fucking tired of acting like I can stand seeing that guy touch and kiss you," he hissed. His breath smelled of tobacco and desperation.

Did he just say he was tired of acting like he could stand Dante? Huh? When did he ever hide it?

I opened my mouth to scream those questions to him, to order him out, to tell him he was losing his mind, but he cut me off.

"Do not bother trying to ask me out of your room, because I’m not leaving," he said, his voice dropping to a cold, jagged edge. "I want to see you resist me. I want to see you resist my kisses. I want to see you resist my touch. I want to see how you will manage to lie that your body doesn’t want me."

I felt like an obedient girl, pinned under the weight of his words. My mind was screaming at me to fight, but my body didn’t budge or try to fight him off.

"Catherine, I want to see if you can deny that you are not my wildcat anymore," he continued, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to see if you don’t get so wet for me when I’m close to you."

As he spoke the last word, his hand slid down from my waist. He reached the silk of my panties and began to rub it in a slow, deliberate pressure that made my knees weak. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the moisture through the fabric.

"See?" he whispered. A dark, victorious glint stayed in his eyes. "You still want me like I badly want every piece of you. I don’t know about your heart yet, Wildie, but I know for a fact that I own your body, your lips, your pussy... every inch of you."

The words those words rolled out of his mouth was enough to make me want to wrap my hands around his neck... pull him close and clash my lips on his but...

I found my voice, though it sounded hoarse and unrecognizable to my own ears. "Stop this, Julian. You are practically seducing me. It’s normal for me to feel aroused. If any other man..."

I stopped, staring directly into his eyes, the defiance flickering back to life. "If it was Dante this close to me, my body would rea—"

The mention of his name was the final spark. Julian didn’t wait for me to finish. He seized my words by roughly taking my lips. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a battle. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of smoke and possessiveness. His hands moved over my skin, and despite every logical thought in my head, I couldn’t resist. My hands found his hair, pulling him closer even as I hated myself for it.

He moved his mouth to my ear, his breathing heavy and erratic. For a moment, I thought he was going to take everything right there on the floor.

But then, he stopped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his face a mask of tortured restraint.

"I won’t take you by force," he whispered against my skin. "But I’m going to make you come to me asking for it."

He let go of me so suddenly I almost fell. Without another word, he turned and hurriedly left the room, the door swinging shut behind him. I stood there in the center of the room, shivering in my underwear, the ghost of his touch still burning on my skin.