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 let her get

it." I leaned down, kissing her cheek lightly,

in on her. There was something about catching her off guard, the way her cheeks flushed,

made my cock rage whenever

veins. I fully expected to

universe had

on her bed with her face tilted toward the celling, clay in the same nightle that had

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looked like

I'd devour

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 voice barely a whisper. Her gaze darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure of how to act seeing me for the first

me, and slowly, I strolled into the room, letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled

tried to retreat, but

the edge of

a monster. You don't have to be scared

of her nightie. She looked like a bird caught

green depths I could drown in. They were so full of conflict, longing, and

life, Kasmine. I don't regret it. And I don't want you to," I said softly, and she

to my ears, "But 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

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

lips hovered just above hers. Her gaze dropped briefly to

and wrong. "You're shaking," I whispered, my lips now brushing hers faintly, teasingly. "But

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

and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned

me back." Her Eps parted, but no words came, only a shaky exhale that stirred something primal in me. Her eyes darted to my mouth

my lips brushing hers in the lightest, most maddening touch. Her