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

fever of fear and guilt. I could feel her pulse hammering under my fingertips, her skin so fucking hot it felt like she

in, just a fraction, so that she could hear the quiet,

my voice lower, quieter, so she had no choice but to listen.

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

even closer, my lips so close to her ear, when you're done..." I murmured, "Lay down. And don't even think about closing

KASMINE.

death. Kester issued the instructions and walked away

What was he planning?

our secret phone and ran into the bathroom, calling Jake for the tenth time after Kester left my room but he was still not answering the

all over the place. I was dying Had Kester harmed him already? I hope not.

one more time, pressing the phone so tight against my ear

thrumming through my

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

voice was calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that chilled me to the bone. He was walking toward the bathroom as if he knew I was

was watching me through some magic means or something... He always

hide the phone. Under the sink? No, it's too open. We cabinet?

footsteps were

Shit

only had one

fumbling, 1 yanked at the knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion.

the door

The door burst open.

was standing

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Naked.

a split second, everything

me. His gaze dragged down my

ticked

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

cold tiles, the shock of

didn't change.

He kept coming.

swallowed hard, attempting to press my arms against myself in a weak attempt to cover up, but it was

heartbeats collided with a crash.

all my life. No man had ever seen me naked.

shiver ran down my spine-not from the cold, but from the way his green eyes darkened further, his gaze dragging over me in slow sweeps. My stomach twisted. My skin prickled under his stare, every inch of me hyperaware of him, of his presence, of

us.

to cover myself-but I stopped. Because the second I moved, his eyes flicked up

Daring me.

I could hardly recognize his voice. "Come." He said

he reached

toward the bed. His touch was too gentle. Where had all the anger gone? Wasn't he

following him like I

we reached the bed, he

me like he

but my voice barely made