The BAD Brothers' Obsession

CHAPTER 6

Cassandra’s POV

“Wow! Are you protecting him?” He scoffed.

“N- n- no,” I stuttered, feeling flustered from being watched under his intense gaze.

His voice dropped even lower. “You think just because he’s protecting you, you’re allowed to do the same and be defiant toward me? Think again. I don’t share, Cassie.”

He took another step forward, completely letting himself into my room and closing the distance between us. “You’re mine.” His voice was a low growl, filled with something darker than just anger.

My breath hitched, my heart hammering in my chest.

“Brian, stop. I’m not your mate. I’m not an object you can stake your claim on.” I whispered, but he didn’t seem to hear me.

His presence loomed over me, and I was trapped between the door and him, with no way out.

“Yea. You aren’t my mate, and you can never be. Do you know why? You’re weak. Pathetic. A girl who has what it takes to be strong yet chooses to be a doormat. That can never be my mate.” He spat.

Every single word he uttered felt like an ice-cold dagger getting stabbed severally deep into my chest.

I didn’t realize that I was already crying until his warm, rough hands made contact with my face. I quickly turned my face around to avoid further contact with him and wiped my face with the back of my hands.

“Who would ever want to be stuck mated to someone like you?” I scoffed.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he pulled me towards him until I was so close that I felt his breath on my skin.

“Explain it to me, Cassie,” he said, his tone both possessive and dangerous. “What’s going on between you and him?”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at him and wonder how the hell I ended up in this mess.

Brian spun us around, and before I could understand what he was up to, his hand shot out, slamming the door shut t before I could react.

The sound echoed through the room. I jumped, my back pressing into the door as his body closed in, his heat overwhelming.

“Don’t play dumb,” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “Lucien. What does he want with you?”

“He’s helping me,” I stammered, though my voice faltered. “That’s all—”

Brian’s laughter cut me off, low and humorless. “Helping you? Do you really believe that?” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ears lightly as he whispered, “I don’t think you understand how dangerous it is to involve someone like him. Or maybe you do. Maybe that’s why you did it.”

I shook my head, but his hand moved to grip my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed my lower lip, a touch that was both gentle and possessive.

“You have no idea what kind of guy Lucien is. What he’s capable of. But me?” He smirked, his dark eyes burning into mine. “You know exactly what I’m capable of.”

“Brian…” My voice wavered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea.

His other hand slid to my waist, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulled me against him. His body was hard, and I felt the tension radiating off him like a storm about to break. His thumb traced the curve of my jaw, his lips so close I could feel the heat of his breath.

“Do you think he can ever touch you like this?” Brian murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. His lips brushed against my jaw, barely touching, his breath sending shivers down my neck. “Do you think he’ll know what you need? What do you crave?”

“I don’t—” I started, but he silenced me with a finger against my lips.

“You do.” His eyes darkened further as his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, his palm warm against my bare skin. “Your body tells me everything, Cassie. You can’t lie to me.”

I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. His fingers trailed up my side, grazing my ribs until his hand rested just beneath my breast.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

But I couldn’t speak. My breath hitched as his hand moved, his thumb grazing the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, and his smirk deepened.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before I could process what was happening, his lips were on mine, hard and demanding. He kissed me like he wanted to consume me, his teeth grazing my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth.

A moan escaped me, and he swallowed the sound greedily, his hands roaming over my body.

He tugged my shirt over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought. His hands were on me again before I had time to feel self-conscious, his fingers slipping under the straps of my bra and sliding them down my shoulders. His lips followed, kissing the newly exposed skin, his tongue flicking against my collarbone.

“Brian,” I gasped, my hands coming up to push him away, but they only ended up clutching his shoulders instead. His muscles tensed under my touch, and he let out a low growl that sent heat pooling low in my belly.

“Say my name like that again,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

His hands moved to the back of my bra, unhooking it with so much ease and experience that it made my cheeks burn. The fabric slid down my arms, and he stepped back just enough to look at me. His gaze was hungry, devouring every inch of me as if he couldn’t get enough.

“f**k!” he groaned.

At that moment, I knew I needed to leave before things went further. With my side view, I surveyed the room as I tried to figure out my escape route.

As though fate was on my side, I felt a cool breeze on my skin. I quickly looked in the direction I felt it come from and realized that my room window had been open all this while.

Not sparing a second, I quickly bolted for the window with the goal of jumping down and running to my neighbor’s house. Anywhere was better than being here with this demon.

First, he bullies me for pleasure, and now he thinks because he now lives in my house, he could waltz into my room to demand answers from me. If that wasn’t bad enough, now he wants to take advantage of me all because I can’t fight since I’m a worthless werewolf who couldn’t even shift.

Before I could make it to the window, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, causing me to slam face-first into his chest.

Not sparing me a moment to protest, he cupped my face and placed his lips on mine, trailing down my neck to my chest. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my n*****s until they hardened under his touch.

I gasped, my head falling back as he took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds of my n*****s.

“Brian,” I whimpered, my hands tangling in his dark brown hair.