Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

KASMINE.

When I decided to play this game with Kester, I thought I knew what I was getting into. I thought I could handle the darkness that lived behind those smoldering eyes, the control that seemed to seep from his very pores. But I was wrong. Nothing, not even my worst nightmares, could have prepared me for this.

Tears couldn't stop falling as I stepped back, one step at a tine. I needed to put enough distance between me and this monster here.

I couldn't look away from the phone screen. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight displayed there.

I saw Jake in his room.

He was sitting at his desk, his sweet, innocent smile lighting up his face as he worked diligently on the project this monster had given him earlier. A project, I realized now, designed to keep him distracted.

Kester had crafted this game to perfection. He had made it a point of duty to wear Jake out in and out of the office. In the office, he made sure to keep Jake so busy that jake would hardly ever have the time to look my way - but Jake always found a way.

And after office hours, he gave Jake enough to keep him busy and drained at home, probably to stop him from calling me and talking at length.

This man wasn't the kind to get entangled with because his web only draws you deeper and deeper into its depths.

He had obviously stationed some of his men around Jake's house to make it easier for him to call the shot on his life anytime he pleased.

"Kester.." I finally found my voice, but his name tasted bitter on my tongue as if speaking it aloud gave him more

power over me.

His smirk deepened into a wicked and triumphant one. He could see my defeat.

"Now," he said, his voice soft, almost tender, but carrying the deadly weight of a gun's hammer cocking back, we're right where we need to be, Mine, One more wrong word from you, and I swear I'll put a bullet in his head. He won't even see it coming."

His tone was so chilling and casual, as though he were discussing the weather. As if taking an innocent life were just another day for him. My heart thundered in my chest, and I swallowed hard, trying to force down the bile rising in my throat.

this with Kester. But no. I was wrong. I didn't want any of

tilting his head as if daring

no.

trembled. My throat felt raw like shards of glass were lodged

I croaked, my voice barely audible.

Then his hand

and claw and fight. But couldn't. Jake's life dangled on a thread Kester could sever with a single word. My legs felt like lead as I forced

before his impatience suapped. He closed the distance between us in

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over nie.

earlier. Why don't we do something about it? Hmm?" He caressed my chin softly, his breath ghosting over my face, and a shiver shook through me. I couldn't stop the way my body trembled under his proximity. His thumb brushed against my lower lip, applying the slightest pressure, and instinct

and pressing deeper into my mouth. Slowly, painfully slowly, he began moving it in and out, his eyes darkening with lust as he coated it

lust and desire as a low growl

my trembling bottom lip. Perfect," he whispered, his voice low and hungry, "Now," he continued, his hand tilting

give out beneath me. But his eyes held me captive, their darkness promising

defeatedly, went on my knees, willing for the

shorts, urging me

standing firm

still felt sore from

and slowly pulled down his

in my hair and pulling me closer so that his precum

swirled my tongue around its angry red

Mine. It's yours," He demanded, and those words

of that as I lifted my hand and gently grabbed his shafts while the other hand rested on

He breathed when I began to bob my head up and

It seemed a bit easier than yesterday, Probably because while at it yesterday, I learned a thing

tongue, allowing its softness to tease the sensitive dent where the rim meets

cock.

around my cock like you were made for this," he said through clenched jaws as he fisted my hair even harder, "I want to see how much more you can take," he added, and without warning, he thrust