Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

KASMINE.

"Kester, no! You can't do this." My voice trembled, but it barely left my lips before he had me. His grip was firm, almost punishing, as he yanked me toward him by my ankle. I gasped when I felt the weight of him press down on me, the heat of his body sinking into mine, and the realization of how much trouble I had gotten into came hitting me hard.

"You're my brother," I rasped, fingers curling against his chest as if I could push him away. "This was never meant to go this far. Please, Rester-"

But reason had long left his eyes.

Desperation surged through me. I cupped his face in my shaking hands, forcing him to look at me. "I'm your sister. This is wrong, Kes. "I whispered, pleading, searching for a glimmer of restraint in those smoldering. ravenous eyes.

Never-never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine giving my virginity to my stepbrother. I knew I had fantasized a whole lot of other things, but this? Sticking his dick into my vagina? Him claiming what had never belonged to anyone? It terrified me.

His eyes were molten with desire. His large hand slid down to my waist, fingers digging in possessively, holding me in place as his mouth crashed over mine, devouring, burning, I whimpered against his lips, tom between resistance and surrender. He kissed me like a man starved, his tongue plunging past my lips, dominating, demanding. The taste of him was sinful-raw heat and frustration tangled into one fevered assault.

He kissed fiercely with all the pent-up anger he'd been harboring all night.

He tilted my head with his fingers tangled in my hair, plundering into my mouth and dominating me as always. A treacherous moan escaped my throat before I could stop it.

I pressed against his chest, my mind screaming at me to push him off, to end this before it spiraled beyond return.. But the fire in his touch had already begun its slow, agonizing burn inside me.

"Kester..." My breath hitched between kisses, my protest drowning in the way he swallowed my words, my willpower crumbling with every stroke of his tongue fucking my mouth. "This... is wrong"

My center betrayed me, weeping for attention.

in my belly, spreading between

pressing his hard arousal against my pulsing innocence. "Tell me, Mine-was it wrong when you let me touch you last

rolling it roughly between his fingers. Another moan betrayed me as a

core ached for him. Shame colored my face,

slipped lower, pressing against my drenched folds, "Fuck you're soaking wet for me. Did Jake also make you this wet?" He asked, and my stomach dropped, but before I could dwell on the thought, he pressed his hardness against my entrance,

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also perfectly shaved," he lumined, "Was this also for that bastard?" I ignored him. Of course, it wasn't. I kept down there shaved all the time.

eyes, “Do you know what it means if you take my virginity? This

chest, "I know damn well what it means, Mine." He pulled closer, leaning, ever so close, It means any other man who

need help!" I yelled at him from the instant fear his words put in me, pounding on his chest and struggling out of his grip, but his hand shot out and held both my

isn't home," He announced, and for a heartbeat, I feared. Even if I didn't want

me too far.." His lips ghosted over mine, a shuddered breath escaping him. "And now... now I

didn't know what he meant. His words scared

I'm sorry. I was..." The words died in my throat. had so many excuses for what I had done. But none of those excuses

I'll fuck you so hard. And I won't stop until you know that I own you, until you scream my name and know that no one else can make you feel this way. Not even him

right into my eyes as he said those words, and just like a slave answers to their master, my vagina

my spine, leaving a trail of

head of his length grazing against the heat

for sin, made matters worse. The hard ridges of his chest pressing against me, his strong, veiny arms holding me in

control. And right now, he controlled my body like he built

desperately wanted to escape this. But the other side of me. The side, which was already neck-dip in the thrill this sinful

hips jerking instinctively, chasing

Stop fighting it, Kasmine." His voice was molten and dangerous. His fingers gripped my thighs, spreading me wider beneath him. "You don't want

cheek, "We shouldn't be doing this... We shouldn't." I whispered in resignation, knowing there was nothing else I

only going to make things worse for me. There was no point fighting a