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

feel her pulse hammering under my fingertips, her skin

a fraction, so that she could hear the quiet, deathly

into the bathroom." I paused, letting my thumb drag lazily across her cheek, my voice lower, quieter, so she had no choice but to listen. "Brush. Bathe.

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.

KASMINE.

terrified to death. Kester issued the instructions and walked away without another

What was he planning?

calling Jake for the

over the place. I was dying Had Kester harmed him already?

dialing one more time, pressing the phone so

thrumming through my

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

Too calm. The kind of calm that chilled me to the

that Kester was watching me through some magic means or

the phone. Under the sink? No, it's too open. We cabinet? Too obvious. The fucking

were getting

Shit

had one

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

tossed it behind the door just

The door burst open.

I was

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Naked.

a split second,

me. His gaze

muscle ticked in his

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

cold tiles, the shock

didn't change.

He kept coming.

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

collided with a crash. His presence was

No man had

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 the way he stood

us.

arms twitched again in a desperate urge to cover myself-but I stopped. Because the second I moved,

Daring me.

and I swear I could hardly recognize his voice. "Come." He said simply

we were in, he reached for my wrist and grabbed me gently,

His touch was too gentle. Where had all the anger gone? Wasn't he meant to scold me or possibly kill me

following him like I

the bed, he released my wrist and

at me like he was drinking

I whispered, but my voice barely made a