Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

KESTER.

If only she knew. Poor Kasmine. She just sold her soul to the devil by telling me she'd do whatever I wanted her to do.

Now, I was looking for the perfect 'favor' to ask of her.

Under the guise of handling paperwork, I stayed rooted to my spot, my eyes fixed on her. She didn't know I was watching, and I liked it that way. The glass panel between us offered a perfect view of her, yet it wasn't enough to bridge the space I ached to close.

Kasmine sat at her desk, her attention absorbed by the monitor. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face, the gesture so small and unassuming, yet it sent an ache through me. That hair, dark and soft, had once rested against my shoulder when she fell asleep in the car as kids. How could something so simple haunt me like this now?

Her lips moved as she murmured something under her breath, likely annoyed at whatever task she was handling. The sight made my chest tighten.

Gods, she was exquisite. A picture of innocence wrapped in temptation. She was mine. She just didn't know it yet. The thought sent a dark thrill through me.

I pictured her in my bed, beneath me, her legs spread wide as I slid into her, feeling her warmth, her tightness.

She's perfect in every way, and I want to make her feel things she's never felt before. I want to take her to the edge and show her how good we can be together... But it's wrong.

It's all wrong.

I gripped the edge of the desk in front of me, my nails biting into the wood. She was too tempting, too pure, too mine to be sitting there as if she didn't consume my every thought.

Her phone buzzed on the table, and she answered it in a tone so soft that it made me rage. Whoever was on the other end didn't deserve her voice or her attention.

flared in me, tightening my throat. She laughed quietly at something they said, and it

hearing that laugh

up the app which I

calls and text messages for a while

to the moon goddess that she wasn't talking

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man.

when I saw who she

Dad.

threatened to take over. My gaze

sight of her

that the sweetest irony? My little Kasmine, offering herself up to

much power she held in that moment, how

me. Kasmine thought she was saving Jake, but all she'd done was seal his fate. The boy was already a ghost walking. Her pleas had spared him for a moment, but no one

back instinctively, my jaw clenching. I couldn't let her see me like this-watching her with a hunger I couldn't suppress, a hunger that

go to keep her. But she would, eventually. And when that day came,

pang of need through my

release, as my mind wandered to all the things I could do to her, should do to her. And for a brief, wicked moment, I

edge of the desk to steady myself. I could practically feel the silkiness of her hair in my

Fuck. Kasmine.

through my haze-the faint creak of the door

jaw clenched, and my chest tightened in fury. The interruption was a slap to the perfect moment I