THIRD PERSON POV
The silence in the dining room was a living thing, thick and heavy and charged with a current that made the fine hairs on Jessica’s arms stand up. She could smell it—the shift in the air, the sudden spike of musk and desire and something far more dangerous. Possession.
Sebastian’s gaze was a brand, scalding hot as it raked over her from the top of her head to the tips of her heels and back up again, lingering on every exposed inch of skin. The low growl that rumbled in his chest was so deep it was almost subsonic, a vibration she felt in her very bones. His knuckles were white where he gripped the crystal glass of amber liquor.
Dominic’s low whistle cut through the tension. “Well, look at you, stepsister.” His voice was a mix of amusement and sharp approval. He knew exa
