Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

KASMINE.

Today was the day I was meant to die from a heart attack.

I had pleaded with Jake to let me get off the call and that we would speak more about this 'surprise' he said he had for me over lunch tomorrow, but he refused. Now, imagine the surprise I got when Kester barged into my room unannounced.

It was almost as if he had heard or seen me talking to Jake with the way he barged in.

Now, here I was, kneeling and crying at his mercy to save the one I truly loved.

But what did he want from me? What would he have me do to prove all he just said?

I wasn't his. I'd never been his. I didn't want to be his. I want to be Jake's.

Whatever delusions or fantasies he harbored about us in that dark, possessive mind of his, none of them were real. Kester remains my stepbrother, and no matter what he says or thinks, calling me MINE doesn't make me HIS. But the way he looked at me now, as if I was something he'd already claimed, made me doubt if I could escape his reality.

I was still trying so hard to process the kiss from this morning. I was still embarrassed and confused as to why he'd kiss me. And now, this?

My gut tells me Kester was up to no good with the way he was looking at me.

My nightie would certainly be a recipe for the disaster that would befall me tonight. It was so transparent that you' didn't need to squint your eyes before you got a good view of what lay beneath.

The hem barely reached mid-thigh, exposing far too much of my legs. The deep V-cut neckline framed my cleavage, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cold stare made my blood run cold while a shiver traveled through my spine.

A tear trickled dow

between my breasts. His eyes followed it, unblinking, until the drop disappeared into the

whispered, but he

over me, and

couldn't look away as his fingers worked the knot, undoing

my voice barely above a whisper,

He didn't

made my mouth go dry. I tore my gaze away, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to focus on anything but the outline beneath the fabric, which

doing little to muffle the frantic shuffle of my knees. "What the

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voice weak, my hands pressing against the floor as

moved. Not toward me, but

mixing with fear as he reached for the lock, twisting it with a

fists against the floor, my nails digging into my palms as

me, his expression unreadable, a dangerous calm radiating from him. Slowly, he walked toward me, each footstep making my pulse spike. When he reached me, he crouched, his face inches from mine. His hand shot out, gripping my chin with a roughness

an edge that sent a tremor down my helpless spine.

His eyes darkened, his gaze locking with mine. 'Is You. And

me? This was all insane, He was no longer the big brother I

happened to my

"Kester, 1-"

He cut me off, his other hand trailing up, brushing the strap

full height again, and this time, he took his extreme joke a bit

me to comprehend, he pulled down the fabric