Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 50

Chapter 50.

KESTER.

I had lost my mind completely. The first moment I saw her

1 should've left. Turned away. But my feet wouldn't move. couldn't. I was paralyzed by the sight of her-her mouth, so fucking cager, swallowing him whole like it was nothing

She was, giving herself to that fucking asshole; her eyes closed, totally lost in it. And I just stood there, watching Helpless. So fucking helpless.

My heart slammed against my ribs, but it wasn't anger that hit me first. It was hurt. A raw, gut-wrenching pain, something that ripped through me, shattering whatever fudding control I thought I had left.

I could feel the anger rising, boiling under my skin, the sickening burn of jealousy twisting my insides into knots.

I wanted to break something. Anything But most of all, I wanted to break her-to make her see that she couldn't do this. Not with him. Not with anyone.

Seeing her frozen in place as she saw me only fueled my anger. I didn't want to hurt her.... I didn't want to. I had to keep my twitching fingers in place.

"Cat got 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 stormy anger brewing inside of me.

She wanted to step back, but she hit the wall behind her. If she thought for one second that I was going to hit her or do anything harmful to her, then she was mistaken.

She was shaking.

The closer I got, the more I saw the slight tremble in her hands. Her pupils were blown wide, panic spreading like cracks through the ice, but she didn't move. Couldn't move.

Good

She was scared.

I liked that

Because I wanted her to be. Fuck, yes. Because it meant something. Because it meant she understood-finally fucking understood that what she had done wasn't something I could forgive.

That I was never going to let it go.

Texhaled slowly, willing the storm inside me to settle. The fury, the jealousy, the raw fucking ache of seeing her with him it had dragged me so deep into the dark that I wasn't sure I could crawl back out.

1 lifted my hand.

She flinched, and it stopped me for a second.

I had never hurt her before... Would never hurt her.

But her body thought I would.

Her mind flooded with guilt, thought I would.

1 brushed my fingers against her cheek. Soft. Gentle. The way a lover might

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She was burning up

my fingertips, her skin so fucking hot it felt like she might combust

just a fraction, so that she could

letting my thumb drag lazily across her cheek, my voice

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

she was frozen. I leaned even closer, my lips so close to her ear, when you're done..." I

KASMINE.

Kester issued the instructions

What was he planning?

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

shaking so badly I could barely grip the phone. My breathing was all over the place. I was dying Had Kester harmed him already? I hope not. Otherwise, I won't forgive myself

one more time, pressing the phone so tight

thrumming through my

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

was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that chilled me to the bone. He was walking toward the bathroom as

or something... He

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

footsteps were getting

Shit

only had one

knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion. The phone disappeared into the thick folds of fabric,

tossed it behind the door just in

The door burst open.

I was standing

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Naked.

split second,

eyes landed on me. His gaze dragged down my body,

muscle ticked in

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

back hit the cold tiles, the shock of it making

didn't change.

He kept coming.

press my arms against myself in a weak attempt to cover up, but

heartbeats collided with a crash. His presence was beginning to

exposed in all my life. No man had ever seen

darkened further, his gaze dragging over me in slow sweeps. My stomach twisted. My skin prickled under his stare, every inch of

us.

in a desperate urge to cover myself-but I stopped. Because

Daring me.

words, and I swear I could hardly recognize his voice. "Come." He said simply and left the bathroom. 1 hesitated but

soon as we were in, he reached for my

the anger gone? Wasn't he meant

him like

reached the bed, he released my wrist

at me like he was drinking me

but my voice