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-"

you found," I interrupted, my lips curling into a bitter sneer, "should never

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

on either side of her. "You've

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

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

she was, looking like a fallen angel in my bed, staring up at me with those tear-

shouldn't have been looking.

never listen," I said, my voice dropping lower. "I told you not to wear those," I gestured toward her shorts, my eyes narrowing. "I told you not to test me. But you always do, don't you, Kasmine? Always pushing, always curious. And

as if to speak, but I silenced

crossed a line," I continued,

pressed harder into the headboard, her body curling in

know what happens when someone crosses a line like this?" I asked, my tone deceptively calm. "When they open a door that was never

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

Not a word about this to anyone.

her wide, tear-streaked eyes- everything about her fed into the storm raging inside me.

moved, closing the space between us and claiming

Every dark, forbidden feeling I'd buried surged to the surface, wild and uncontrollable. The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It

small sound of surprise that only spurred me further. My hands, which had been braced against the bed,

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wanted and everything I knew I shouldn't have.

rumbled in my chest as I pressed closer, desperate to erase the distance between us. The thin material of her tank top brushed against my

chest, attempting to push me off, but

was like pouring

The hunger in me was enough to consume us