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?

frown deepened. "She should be up by now. You let her get away with too

handle it." I leaned down, kissing her

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

a way that made my cock rage whenever I did that...

to find her sprawled on the bed, looking as sinfully disheveled as she

if the universe had heard my unspoken desires, here

face tilted toward the celling, clay in the same nightle that had spelled trouble

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looked like temptation

edible-a meal I'd devour without hesitation or

was -those deliciously conflicted expressions that I'd kill to see on her every single day.

barely a whisper. Her gaze darted everywhere but to me, her hands clutching the hem of her nightie, unsure

her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled the hunger

tried to

her heels bumped against the edge of the

"I am not a monster. You don't

material of her nightie. She looked like a bird caught

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

regret

like music 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

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

closer, so close our breaths mingled, and my lips hovered just above hers. Her gaze

shaking," I whispered, my lips now brushing

Way you tremble when I touch you," I continued, my voice laced with hunger. "It drives me insane,

hand circled her waist, and the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers burned through me

to kiss you, Mine," 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 my mouth again, betraying her thoughts. She wanted this as much as I did, no

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