Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

KESTER.

Fucking heavens.

If I died today, I'd die a fulfilled man. Last night's was etched into every nerve of my body. My cock still felt slick and sensitive from last night's session with Kasmine. She might have been a novice, but she'd taken me like a goddamn pro. She'd handled me like she was born for it.

And the way she'd melted under my control, fighting to mask her pleasure, made me want to drag her to her bed. and show her just how much more she could take.

A sly, stubborn smile curled my lips as I got ready for the day. Today was supposed to be packed with meetings and the usual corporate nonsense, but all I could think about was her. My obsession. My fucking weakness

I wish I could just skip all of that and stay at home all day with her.

Fuck, I needed more of her right now.

She was still shaken after last night's events, but that was fine. It was expected, really. I hadn't exactly gone easy on her. But she'd get used to it soon enough. I saw the way she came undone, her body betraying her resistance. She loved every second, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

Shoving those thoughts aside with effort, I grabbed my files and phone, heading downstairs. "Good morning, Mum," I greeted my stepmother as I reached the dining room.

“Good morning, Kester." She eyed me over her coffee mug her ever-critical gaze softening for a moment. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a dream." My smirk returned, though she wouldn't know the reason. "And you?" I placed the phone and the files I had in hand on the table, looking around. Where was she?

"Well enough, hun." She glanced around the room, her brow furrowing slightly. "Where's Kasmine? Is this how you let her lazy about in the mornings?"

Ah, there it was-the constant disapproval. My stepmother couldn't stand anyone not meeting her impossibly high standards. Hard work, discipline, perfection-her holy trinity.

I shrugged, playing it cool. "She's probably still in her room."

But hold on. Why wasn't she out yet?

be up by now. You

worry, Mum. I'll handle it." I leaned down, kissing her cheek

What was the point? She belonged to me. And honestly, I'd developed a bad habit of barging in on her. There was something about catching her off guard, the way her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in

that made my cock rage whenever I did that... Call it

room, anticipation simmering in my veins. I fully expected to find her sprawled on

as if the universe had heard my unspoken desires,

celling, clay in the same nightle that

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she looked

was edible-a meal I'd

see on her every single day. Her innocence, her unease, her beauty... it was all too much. She looked like something plucked straight out of a forbidden fairytale,

darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how

form. She was a vision of vulnerability,

instinctively tried to retreat,

her heels bumped against the

whispered, "I am not a monster.

beneath the thin material of her

her eyes- those green depths I could drown in. They were so full of conflict, longing, and denial, and it only made me

was the best night of my life, Kasmine. I don't regret it. And

it's wrong. I don't want us to ever do it again, please," Her voice cracked as she begged, and I saw the tears pooling in her

beneath her lips. "But you don't get to decide that, Mine," I murmured, my

hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped briefly to my mouth, and I saw

shaking," I whispered, my lips now brushing hers faintly, teasingly. "But you're not

my voice laced with hunger. "It drives me insane, Mine. Don't deny

the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned through me

primal in

higher, my lips brushing hers in the lightest, most