Page 148 of Divine Obsession

Trevor didn’t move.

He watched me. His gaze steady.

Even when he didn’t say anything, he dominated everything around him.

“You shouldn’t go,” He said finally, his voice low, smooth – like he was stating a fact rather than giving advice.

I crossed my arms over my chest, clutching the towel even tighter to my wet body. “Excuseme?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying me with those ebony eyes of his that always seemed to see too much inside me. “You won’t like him.” His tone too casual, masking the criminal inside.

I let out an incredulous laugh. “You don’t even know who he is.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Trevor leaned back in the armchair. “He’s not your type.”

Anger flared in my chest, exploding through the tension that had been building since the moment I saw him. “Maybe he is. Maybe I’ll fall right inlove.”

His jaw tightened, just for a moment, and I saw the flicker of something behind his eyes – something dark and possessive.

He stood then, nonchalant, and the movement was enough to make my breath catch. Advancing slowly, so I didn’t notice the threat to step away until it was too late. “It wouldn’t be smart of you to go, Natalia.”

The breath hitched in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. He was so close now, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne – clean and dark andintoxicating.

The weight of his words hung between us, heavy and unspoken, and I realized then that he wasn’t just threatening the guy Francesca had set me up with. He was threatening the idea of him. The idea of anyone else.

“Trevor–” I started, but my voice faltered. I didn’t know what I was going to say anyway.

His jaw clenched tight. “Don’t. Go.”

His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the tension beneath it, a thread of something dangerous pulling tighter with every word.

My chest shook, and I felt the emotion rock through me. “Why, Trevor?”

The silence that followed was deafening. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, but I could feel the shift, the storm brewing behind his calm exterior.

The look in his eyes – aclaim– dark andtwistedand…Possessive.

His eyes burned into mine, filled with something obsessive and raw. Something that made my stomach flip and my breath falter.

It wasn’t affection. It was something darker, hungrier… That would consume me if I let it.

My heart beat uncontrollably.

This was it.

If he didn’t say something now, if he didn’t confess what he was feeling, then I was done. I wasn’t going to keep wondering where I stood with him.

“Why?”

His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening again.

The tension between us was electric, suffocating, like we were standing on the edge of something we couldn’t come back from.

Chapter 39

22 years old

The elevator hummed softly as the numbers on the digital display ticked upward toward the penthouse, the city beneath growing smaller and smaller. Polished steel walls gleamed with gold accents that reflected the subtle lighting.

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