Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

KESTER.

My entire body trembled, and I knew she could feel it as my grip on her small wrist tightened by the second.

Why?

Why couldn't she see what she was doing to me? Why couldn't she understand that I was losing my mind over her? That every second she spent clinging to the idea of another than was driving me to the edge of something dangerous- something I wasn't sure even I could control.

Why couldn't she fucking let that magpot po?!

I hadn't killed him yet because it would break her. But she keeps making it difficult for me.

Fuck!

"Fuck it, Kasmine, who gave this to you?" My voice rose slightly, and my heart thundered in my chest.

She wasn't responding, and her silence was killing me.

Why? Was she too scared? Or was this an attempt to save him from what was to come?

She tried to yank her hand out of my grip. The nerve to think she could.

"Kester..." She searched my eyes with those eyes which had held rage and jealousy when she saw June ascending the stairs a moment ago, and I was certain she found nothing but the same rage simmering in mine.

She licked her lips and hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. "L... I got it myself."

Lies.

I sucked in a slow breath, dragging my tongue over my teeth, my jaw clenching so tightly it ached.

"I hate lies," I muttered, my voice low, lethal. "And you know it.”

I thought I was beginning to get her to feel the same way I did, especially after

seeing how she tried her best to conceal her emotions when she saw June today.

I saw the way she clenched her small palms and blinked rapidly. The way her eyes widened when June wrapped her hands around mine.

I had seen her jealousy.

I had felt it.

And I loved it..

It made me believe, for one stupid, fleeting moment, that maybe-maybe she was beginning to feel what I felt. That I wasn't the only one slowly being consumed by this insanity.

So they were all lies?

"It is Jake, isn't it?" Her breath hitched. I smirked. "I might just have to have a conversation with him after all," I murmured, tilting my head slightly to the side, taking in the way her body trembled, how her breathing had turned shallow.

"No Please don't, Kester," she whispered, pressing her lips together to stop their quivering. "It wasn't him. I

swear...

"You swear? With your life?" I dragged the words out, savoring them.

She didn't answer.

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Of course, she didn't.

meant to have the perfect evening tonight," I whispered, leaning down

Kes. But

can't fix everything. I wish it could. "I let the silence that followed wrap around is like a

Kasmine? You want Jake, don't you?" I whispered, but she only avoided my

to that cheap piece

another word, I lifted her hand higher, running my fingers over the engraving one last time before tearing

I ignored

it had

She had no idea.

how close I was to

To breaking someone.

if she

someone would

was already regretting her decision to attempt this joke of

dinner she

we'd all eat, talk, and laugh like normal

up a topic or two to lighten up the gloomy mood Kasmine

her to go through all the troubles

I had to do something about him, but I felt handicapped in this situation. If not for Kasmine, his corps would be in the concrete of

now.

thoughts were interrupted by the soft footsteps of someone

already knew it

come down

was probably still curled up in her room, trying

slowly

for me

June.

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my

stopped a few feet away, shifting her weight slightly. When I didn't acknowledge her, she took a step closer,

that red dress

for something even

it could even

Thin, white lace.

Sheer. Practically see-through.

her thighs, the hem

curves of her breasts, the dusky peaks pressing against the delicate fabric like she wanted me to

Desperate.

Pathetic.

don't give a fuck

glass in my hand,

take

didn't.

settled herself across my lap, straddling one of my

The audacity.

she was gripping my

Kes," she murmured. I exhaled slowly, tilting my

my patience wearing

"Not interested, June."

her nails lightly grazing my neck.

give me a

me, searching for something-anything-that would tell her she had a sliver

She didn't.

that wasn't stopping her. "What do I