Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

KASMINE.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, staring at the pile of my belongings with a mix of horror and confusion. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, but there was none. None that made sense.

Kester... my brother... had kept all these things. He'd taken them.

I felt sick. My chest tightened, and the room seemed to spin around me.

My hands were still trembling when I noticed a book. It had fallen out of the box, landing near my feet. The leather-bound cover was worn, its edges frayed as though it had been handled countless times. A diary.

I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, my pulse hammering in my ears. Fear clawed at my insides, twisting and tightening until I felt like I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to pick it up. Whatever was inside that diary, I knew it wouldn't make anything better. It would make it

worse. So much worse.

But I couldn't leave it untouched. Not after everything I'd already uncovered.

My fingers hesitated before finally reaching for it. Slowly, I opened it to the first page.

My name stared back at me, written in Kester's familiar handwriting.

MINE.

next page, my fingers

it. I couldn't help myself. It

I thought

shut, squeezing my eyes closed as my breathing grew ragged. My hands clenched the diary so tightly that my

this

But it was.

eyes open and turned another page. This time, there was a crude drawing-of me. My face, my hair, and my smile were sketched with an almost obsessive level of

the world stops when she laughs, and I am the only one lucky enough

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how do I touch the sun

so consuming, be wrong? I can't stop thinking about her. The way her hair falls,

as the years went by, whatever sick feelings he had for me began to

darker.

through the hole I had carved on my wall. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the softness of her lips as they part-Selene, I

body, feeling every inch of her. She moans under my touch, and I can't stop myself from wanting more. I want to hear her beg

alone, locked in a room where nothing but our hunger for each other matters. She doesn't know it, but I've seen her naked in my mind more times than I can count. I wonder what it would feel like to trace my fingers along the lines of her body, to kiss every inch of her until she's shaking. I want