From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 382

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Chapter 382 Obsession Of The Psychotic Brothers

Chapter 382 Obsession Of The Psychotic Brothers

ZARA

He lowered the glass, and a faint stain marked his lower lip. His tongue swept across his mouth, slow and unhurried, wiping it clean. The movement made my stomach flip with lust again

My pulse skipped.

Was that blood?

Why would he be drinking blood at this moment? What the fuck? Can he hear how frantic my heart is?

Fuck.

I’m pretty sure he can.

What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Vampires got really weird when they drink blood. What is he thinking now? Does he want to drink my blood? Is that what this is? Fuck.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? Maybe I should have stayed with Eloise and Alexis, then all these wouldn’t have happened. They wouldn’t take me against my will, will they?

Shit.

My back went rigid, breaths ragged as the room seemed to shrink around us. The storm outside muffled beneath the rush of blood in my ears. I forced myself to look at him and when our eyes met, his dark blue eyes were shining golden. Something not human burned there for a split second before he dragged it back under, that careful control of his locked back into place.

A breath tore out of me.

This was insane.

Every survival instinct I had screamed that this was his goal the whole time.

Had he pretended to be a therapist to gain my trust just to trap me here?

“What are you going to do to me, Dorian?”

I hadn’t meant to say his name like a challenge this time/But the moment it left my mouth. I recoiled, my fear spiking. His brows drew together as he studied me from a short distance and I was grateful the marble island separated us.

That predatory look was unnerving as hell.

“If I were going to hurt you, Zara, don’t you think I would have done it by now? Plus, just declared you under my protection earlier this evening. His voice stayed maddeningly salin as he sipped his drink

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Chapter 382 Obsession Of The Psychotic Brothers

“There have been plenty of opportunities for us to do whatever we wanted to you.”

Us

Fuck.

Wind slammed against the windows-startling me-the glass rattling in its frame as thunder folled somewhere overhead, low and distant.

“I could easily do anything I wanted to you, Zara.”

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A dangerous, devilish grin revealed his fangs to me for the first time. I gasped. They were longer than I expected. He licked the tip of one and an image of his fangs piercing my flesh flashed before I could story it. I touched my neck and my pulse kicked hard against my fingertips. Heat curled low in my stomach. I made absolutely no sense to find the thought of being at his mercy so damn appealing

I should have been trying to defend myself.

My gaze flicked across the kitchen automatically, searching for the knife block. Dorian followed the movement. His gaze dropped briefly to the butcher block right next to the sink, before returning to my face with that infuriating smirk. Like he knew damn well my first thought had been how fast I could grab a knife if he tried anything.

He leaned his palms casually against the island between us, his eyes zeroed in on my throat.

“Not even a weapon could save you from me, Zara.”

“Can you blame me for wanting to defend myself?”

He tilted his head like he was actually considering it, studying me in a long, assessing silence. Something in his expression shifted-a decision. Then, without breaking eye contact, his fingers brushed the handle of one knife and slid it free with an almost lazy motion.

“If it makes you feel better…here.” Steel whispered against marble as he pushed it toward me. Handle first

“Take it.”

I stared at the knife. Then at him as he took another slow sip of blood. I watched him swallow with fascination. My mind reeled. He had deliberately shown me. Let me figure out that he was a vampire

Why? Because I’d taunted him and he wanted to scare me?

“Go ahead, Zara. Pick it up. I won’t stop you.”

I was frozen, torn between logic and this pull toward him I didn’t understand. My body was at war with itself.

Dorian smiled again, slower this time, like he found my reaction amusing. Then he crossed his arms over his bare chest, still leaning against the counter near the sink.

Realization sparked something hot and stubborn in my chest. He wasn’t just trying to scare inje, he was

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