Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

KESTER.

She had seen it all. My little secret. I've been gathering and preserving them for years now, and all it took to discover them was her curiosity. She never lets things be. And now, she'll face the full brunt of the beast she had just unleashed.

"Kes... Kester..." I could hardly hear her voice over the wild rush of blood pumping

in my

veins.

I took slow steps forward, but she backed away until her heels collided with the bed behind her, and she fell into a sitting position on the bed.

She was a trembling mess on the bed, her wide, tear-glazed eyes locked on mine like prey caught in the gaze of a predator. Her lips quivered as though she wanted to speak but couldn't find the courage.

Her cute little face was wet with tears, and her eyes were swollen and red.

"Why did you come into my room, Kasmine?" I asked, doing all I could to calm the raging storm in me.

She froze immediately, her small hands clutching the hem of her tank top, wringing it nervously. Her tank top. Her skimpy shorts. Clothes I had told her not to wear, and yet here she was, in the same outfits that always made my cock rage.

She didn't know that I had asked her to stop wearing them for her safety... To keep her safe

from me.

She backed away instinctively, retreating until her slim frame pressed against the headboard. The sight stirred something dark and sinful in me.

I leaned forward, also climbing into the bed, slowly making my way toward her. Her scent hit me-a mix of something sweet, like vanilla, mingled with the heat of fear. It drove me further into the abyss of my rage.

"I... I didn't mean to find-"

I interrupted, my lips curling into a bitter sneer,

cheeks now, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Kester. I didn't mean

cold, humorless laugh. The bed creaked beneath my weight as I leaned forward, planting a hand on either side of her. "You've seen what I've been hiding. So tell

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gaze raked over her trembling form, taking in the way her chest

like a second skin, the straps slipping off one shoulder. Those damn shorts-so short they barely covered anything–left the curve of her thighs exposed. She'd always dressed like this, always pushed my limits despite

a fallen angel in my bed, staring up at me with those

been looking. But I couldn't

"I told you not to test me. But you always do, don't you, Kasmine? Always pushing, always curious. And now look where

lips parted as if to speak, but I silenced her

line," I continued,

headboard, her body curling in on itself,

happens when someone crosses a line like this?" I asked, my tone deceptively calm. "When they open a door

Kasmine. You've pried into a part of me that was never yours to know. And

please... I swear. Not a word about this to anyone. I promise.

wide, tear-streaked eyes- everything about her fed into the storm

I moved, closing the space

it was like a dam had burst. Every dark, forbidden feeling I'd buried surged to the surface, wild and uncontrollable. The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was hunger and madness wrapped in

her gasp against me, a small sound of surprise that only spurred me further. My hands, which had been braced against the bed, moved instinctively. One tangled into her hair, angling her face so I could kiss her

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everything I knew I shouldn't

The thin material of her tank top brushed against my chest, and I felt the heat of her skin even through the layers of fabric separating us. It wasn't

to my chest, attempting to

like pouring gasoline

stole her breath away. The hunger in me was enough