Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

KESTER

I meant every word I just told her. The earlier Claire stopped bothering me, the better for Kasmine. Otherwise, I'd punish her if that would make her set boundaries between me and her pestering friend.

I pushed through my bedroom door, my anger radiating offine like a storm, spilling into the air like smoke. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, thickening with my mood, and unfortunately, June took notice.

"Kester..." She was on her feet in an instant, crossing the room toward me. "I waited up all night for you."

And?

All I saw in her was a stubborn child, desperate for attention.

Why was she telling me that? Does it look like I care? Didn't I tell her to go to sleep?

Her blonde hair was styled to perfection-sleek, shining, not a strand out of place. So, she really badn't slept.

The thought annoyed me more than it should have. What was she expecting? A reward?

I ignored her, stripping off my watch and tossing it onto the dresser before heading straight for the closet. 1 barely made it three steps before she spoke again.

"Where is Mine? Is she better now?" She asked and instantly, the world around me stilled.

I didn't know when I turned sharply and shot her the kind of glare that made her flinch. Good.

I turned to face her fully, my eyes narrowing dangerously on her, "Never in your entire fucking life call her that,"

I approached her slowly, and she took slow, desperate steps backward, "I am the only one who calls her that. You have no right to..." I counted my words through gritted teeth

Her lips parted, and I saw her wide eyes glistening as if she might cry.

And? Who gives a fuck?

Her Tears meant nothing to me.

"Have I made myself clear?" I breathe out, stopping in my tracks, my eyes never leaving hers.

She nodded frantically, "Ye... Yes. Yes. I'm sorry," She said almost in a whisper.

"Good"

For the rest of the morning, June avoided me like a plague, and I'd never been so thankful for anything.

I was in a hurry to head out to the office and leave her tedious presence at home. She insisted she had nothing to do in her office today and planned on staying at home all day.

I couldn't care less. She should do whatever the fuck she wanted, as long as she didn't interfere with my life.

I found

thought I'd meet a little resistance from her after last night. She did that

that little black gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, the deep V-cut slicing down her back, exposing the flawless stretch of sun-kissed skin I ached to mark, made my mouth water and my throat bobbed as I swallowed

her knees, yet it was

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yet, but I certainly will

sin

restraint was fraying, unraveling strand by agonizing strand, especially with the way she seemed to bloom more every day. Her body had softened in all the right places, her curves ripening under

met my gaze. Confidence flickered in her green eyes of hers... More like one who had made peace with whatever I had to offer... Acceptance. Now, we

gaze, and I

toward her. My eyes, dark with lust and need, drank her in, savoring every dip and swell of her body. My hunger for her was no longer a slow burn-it was an inferno, consuming

fingers twitched at her sides. She was nervous.

she was trying to starve me. But it would

resistance needed to be crushed- but she had this quiet, simmering strength beneath her recent attempt at

her skin. My gaze swept over her

murmured, my voice thick

saw her throat bob as she swallowed, her fingers clenching into small fists at

the office," I continued, my tone deceptively casual, as if I weren't already picturing exactly how I'd do it.

Shes

sharp breath, and I knew she was imagining it

and slowly bit her bottom

beneath my touch, and that only made me grip her tighter

addictive, something that made my blood thrum with need. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, letting it consume

Fuck

breathed, letting my lips brush just barely against

shudder against me, her fingers twitching as

me away or pull

I chose for her.

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her hands in mine and guided them toward

I breathe

roamed over her, slow and unhurried, tracing the lip of her back, the swell of her hips. I

dangerously low. "Why, Mine? Didn't get a release when you touched yourself yesterday?" I asked and with the way her heart

turned me on even more. I felt like tying her securely to this bed and fucking her into oblivion, giving her the

my teeth grazing it lightly. She flinched, letting out a small whimper

parted, eyes closed as if imagining

over her cheek and letting my voice soften. "I never knew you were

lowering just enough to hide the way her eyes

her chin up, forcing her to look at me, "Do you know what that

lips parted, but

be the one to take

give it to another man, I will kill

Her breath hitched.