Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 16

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.

to the next page, my fingers trembling so hard I nearly tore

myself. It still smells like her. I kept it in

stopped. The ribbon. I thought I'd

slapped the book shut, squeezing my eyes closed as my breathing grew ragged.

this couldn't

But it was.

time, there was a crude drawing-of me. My face,

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

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how do I touch the

can something that feels so real, so consuming, be wrong? I can't stop thinking about her. The way her hair

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

darker.

wall. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath, the softness of her lips as they part-Selene, I ache to kiss them, to taste that sweet innocence before she

her mouth on my neck, my hands tracing the lines of her 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 for me, want me like I want her. I can't

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 to see her break, watch her fall apart in

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