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

pulse hammering under my fingertips,

so that she could

drag lazily across her cheek, my voice lower,

She wasn't breathing

I smirked at that.

"And

was frozen. I leaned even closer, my lips so close to her ear, when

KASMINE.

the

What was he planning?

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

the phone. My breathing was all over the place. I was dying Had Kester

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

my own pulse thrumming

panicked, picking it up immediately. I looked for the best possible place to hide it, but there was

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

to think that Kester was watching me through some magic means or something... He always seemed to know

for somewhere-anywhere-to hide the phone. Under the sink? No,

were

Shit

only had one

1 yanked at the knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion. The phone disappeared into the

tossed it behind the door just in

The door burst open.

was

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Naked.

a split second,

landed on me. His gaze

ticked in his

He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

back hit the cold tiles, the shock of it making

didn't change.

He kept coming.

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

heartbeats collided with a crash. His

never felt more exposed in all my life. No man

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 the way he stood so

us.

desperate urge to cover myself-but I stopped. Because the second I

Daring me.

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

in, he reached for my

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

him like I

bed, he released my wrist

like he was

I whispered, but my voice barely made a