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?

"She should be up by now. You let her

down, kissing her cheek lightly,

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

way that made my

veins. I fully expected to find her sprawled on the bed,

just as if the universe had heard my

celling, clay in the same

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looked like temptation

She was edible-a meal I'd devour without

moment she heard me barge in on her, she scrambled to her feet, her wide eyes locking onto me. There it was -those deliciously conflicted expressions that I'd kill to see on her every single day. Her innocence, her unease, her beauty...

clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how to act seeing me for the first time after our forbidden. escapade last

letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability,

I drew closer, she instinctively tried

against the

a monster. You don't have

came faster, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin material of her nightie. She looked like a bird caught in a storm-frightened, desperate, but unable

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

I don't regret it.

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

beneath her lips. "But you don't get to decide that, Mine," I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.

hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped

what was right and wrong. "You're shaking," I whispered, my lips now brushing hers faintly, teasingly. "But you're not pushing

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

circled her waist, and the warmth of her skin beneath

I murmured, "And you're going to kiss me back." Her Eps parted, but no words came, only a shaky exhale that stirred something primal in me. Her eyes darted to

brushing hers in the lightest, most maddening touch. Her breath hitched, her hands twitching at her sides as though she