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.

the perfect evening tonight," I whispered, leaning down and pressing my forehead against hers, "I had so

Kes. But

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

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

down to her wrist again, to that cheap piece of metal tainting her

I lifted her hand higher, running my fingers over the

I ignored it, slipping

it had never fucking

She had no idea.

I was to breaking

To breaking someone.

if she wasn't

someone would

her decision to attempt this joke of

she had

thinking? That we'd all eat,

up a topic or two to lighten up

her to go through all the troubles she had

than a teenage boy's first fuck. Kasmine had hurried to her room over an hour ago, but I sat in the living room, still brooding over Jake. I

now.

the soft footsteps of someone coming down

already knew it wasn't

wouldn't come down

curled up in her room,

footsteps slowly

aching for me

June.

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through my nose, jaw

her, she took a step closer, and that

red dress she'd paraded herself in

for something even

it could even

Thin, white lace.

Sheer. Practically see-through.

her thighs, the hem barely covering anything, and the

the dusky peaks pressing against the delicate fabric like she wanted

Desperate.

Pathetic.

should've known by now-I don't give a fuck

empty glass in my hand, swirling the

absently, waiting for her to take

didn't.

herself across my lap, straddling one of my thighs like

The audacity.

my shoulders now, pressing in closer,

it, Kes," she murmured. I exhaled slowly,

couch, my patience wearing

"Not interested, June."

say that," she whispered, her nails lightly grazing

give

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

She didn't.

that wasn't stopping her. "What do I have