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?

up by now. You let her get away

leaned down, kissing her

barging in on her. There was something about catching her off guard, the way her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in shock-it fed the hunger I had for

my cock

into her room, anticipation simmering in my veins. I fully expected to find her sprawled on the bed, looking as sinfully disheveled as she

universe had heard my unspoken desires, here

face tilted toward the celling, clay in

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night, she looked like

was edible-a meal I'd devour without

kill to 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, and gods, I wanted to

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

into the room, letting my eyes rake over her trembling form. She was a vision of vulnerability, and it only fueled the hunger clawing at my insides. My cock pressed insistently against the

tried to retreat, but her

the edge of the

almost whispered, "I am not a monster. You

chest rising and falling beneath the thin material of her nightie. She looked like a

forcing her to meet my gaze. Gods, her eyes- those green depths I could drown in.

of my life, Kasmine. I don't regret it. And I don't want

it again, please," Her voice cracked as she begged, and I saw the tears pooling in her eyes,

still holding her chin, my thumb brushing the soft skin beneath her lips. "But you don't get to decide

my lips hovered just above hers. Her

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

I touch you," I continued, my voice laced with hunger. "It drives me

skin beneath my fingers burned through me like

that stirred something primal in me. Her eyes darted

lightest, most maddening touch. Her