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

guilt. I could feel her pulse hammering under my fingertips, her skin so fucking hot it felt

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

the bathroom." I paused, letting my thumb drag lazily across her cheek, my voice lower, quieter, so she had no choice

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

her ear, when you're done..." I murmured,

KASMINE.

death. Kester issued the

What was he planning?

reached for 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

all over the place. I was dying Had Kester harmed him

the phone so tight against my

my own pulse thrumming through

force that made my phone fall from my hands. I panicked, picking it up immediately.

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

some magic means or something...

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

footsteps were getting

Shit

only had one

in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion. The phone

behind the door just in

The door burst open.

I was

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Naked.

second,

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

ticked in his

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

shock of it making me

didn't change.

He kept coming.

myself in a weak

with a crash. His

exposed in all my life. No man had ever seen me naked. Let

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

us.

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

Daring me.

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

he reached for my wrist and grabbed me gently,

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

like I had no

bed, he released my wrist

he was

whispered, but my voice barely