Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 49

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KASMINE

The night had turned against me.

The moment my eyes met Kester's through that window, everything inside me turned to ice.

His dead, hollow eyes bare into me, stripping me bare. His expression had been deathly still, like a ghost. Like a nightmare made real.

Then, in the next breath, he was gone.

I had stopped immediately, my heart slamming against my ribs, my body cold despite the heat of Jake's hands tangling in my hair, guiding me forward, completely unaware of what I had just seen.

And the fact that I didn't even know if it was just my imagination or if it was even real added to my panic.

I didn't give Jake the expected release he might have looked forward to. I had taken him high up to the sky and let him fall to the ground just like that. But, typical Jake... He was not even offended. Not even a flicker of frustration crossed his face when I pulled away, when I all but collapsed back onto the bed, shaking when I gave him something I'd consider half a release. Instead, he was grateful I even offered to help him.

I dreaded returning home.

If that was Kester I had seen there, then it was better I killed myself than let him kill me himself because he'd

tely kill me. I made Jake lock all the doors in his house and made him promise me he wouldn't answer the door If anyone came knocking.

I hadn't gone out with any of the cars at home. I went in a taxi. The same way I returned. I made the taxi drop me off a few blocks away while I walked down to the house. I didn't want to attract attention from Kester if he wasn't the one at Jake's place after all.

The closer I got to the house, the more the dread curled around my ribs, squeezing. My palms were slick, my throat dry.

I knocked gently on the gate, and the guard opened it without asking questions. The atmosphere inside the house was too still.

I closed the front door behind me as quietly as I could, barely daring to breathe. My heart hammered so violently that I swore it would give me away.

Please, let him be asleep.

The whole place was dark, save for the dimly lit sleeping lights that were on. I slowly stepped toward the stairs, resisting the urge to bolt up them two at a time. My legs felt weak-like they might give out at any moment-but I forced myself forward.

By the time I reached the top, my chest was so tight I could barely pull in the air.

Kester's door stood just a few feet away.

1 hesitated

My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I leaned in, pressing my ear against the wood.

Nothing.

No sound. No movement.

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The silence should have comforted me, but instead, it sent fresh wave of unease through me.

'He's asleep,' I told myself. Or maybe... maybe he wasn't even at Jake's place to begin with. Perhaps I really did imagine it.

I straightened, swallowing against the tightness in my throat. 'Just get to your room. Lock the door. Don't think Just sleep.' I kept chanting to myself.

The hallway was empty, but it felt as if eyes were crawling over me.

I walked on numb legs to my bedroom dont, my fingers shaking as I turned the knob and slipped inside.

The darkness swallowed me.

1 exhaled quietly, pressing my back against the door for just a second before turning to lock it. My skin prickled, my instincts screaming at me that something was off, but Ignored it.

I needed to breathe. I needed to calm down.

But the moment I turned around-

The lights flickered on.

And I almost died.

A sharp, startled gasp ripped from my throat as I stumbled back against the door,

my entire body locking up in pure, paralyzing terror.

Because there, sitting in the chair by my window, was the one person I had prayed not to see tonight.

Kester.

My stomach plummeted.

He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

He didn't move. He didn't blink. His intense eyes were fixed on me, unreadable, gleaming under the glow of the bedside light he just switched on.

My breath came in quick, shallow bursts. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think.

to run, but my body wouldn't

“།

I whispered with trembling

deathly chill down my

something fragile. Like something he was deciding what

home, Kasmine."

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KESTER.

completely. The

feet wouldn't move. couldn't. I was paralyzed by

that fucking asshole; her eyes closed, totally lost in it.

my ribs, but it wasn't

that ripped through me,

anger rising, boiling under my skin, the sickening burn

wanted to break her-to make her see that she couldn't do this.

I didn't want to hurt her.... I didn't want to. I had to keep my twitching fingers in

your tongue?" I asked in all the calmness I could muster before standing up, "Hmm?" I took slow strides toward her, making sure she felt every ounce of

the wall behind her. If she thought for one second that I

She was shaking.

saw the slight tremble in her hands. Her pupils were

Good

She was scared.

I liked that

I wanted her to be. Fuck, yes. Because it meant something. Because it meant she understood-finally fucking

going

the storm inside me to settle. The

it had dragged me so deep

I could crawl

1 lifted my hand.

and it stopped me

never hurt her before...

her body thought I

flooded with

cheek. Soft. Gentle.

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She was burning up

could feel her pulse hammering under my fingertips,

so fucking hot it felt like she might combust

so that she could hear

voice.

letting my thumb drag lazily across

lower, quieter, so she had no choice but

Freshen up.

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

she was frozen. I leaned even closer,

close to her ear, when you're done..." I murmured, "Lay down.

about closing that door before

KASMINE.

death. Kester issued the

What was he planning?

our secret phone and ran into the bathroom, calling Jake for the tenth time after Kester left

so badly I could barely grip the phone. My breathing

was dying Had Kester harmed him already?

pressing the phone

my own pulse thrumming through my

open with a force that made my phone fall from my hands. I panicked, picking it up immediately. I looked for the best possible place to hide

His voice was calm. Too calm. The

walking toward the bathroom

I was tempted to think that Kester was watching me through some magic means or something... He always seemed to know what I was doing or where I

around frantically, searching for somewhere-anywhere-to hide the phone. Under the sink? No, it's too open. We

footsteps were getting

Shit

only had one

it in a desperate motion. The

the door just

The door burst open.

I was

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Naked.

a split second,

gaze dragged

ticked

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

the cold tiles, the shock of it making me shudder.