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.

between my thighs in

it wrong, hm?" he murmured as he rolled his hips, pressing his hard arousal against my pulsing innocence. "Tell me, Mine-was it wrong when you let me touch

and found my nipple, rolling it roughly between his fingers. Another moan betrayed

involuntarily as my core ached for him. Shame colored my face, but I quickly

breath was heavy, and his voice was thick with a dangerous obsession. His fingers 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, forcing a sharp cry from

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

if you take my virginity? This will never

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

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 hands securely in his large one, pinning them above my

can scream all you want. June isn't home," He announced, and for a heartbeat, I feared. Even if I didn't want this, there was no one to help me,

closed, "You pushed me too far.." His lips ghosted over mine, a shuddered breath escaping him. "And now... now I can't control my

what he meant.

many excuses for what I had done. But none of those excuses seemed enough to heal the level of brokenness Kester

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

my eyes as he said those words, and just like a slave answers to their master, my vagina clenched at those cruel

my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps

himself, the thick head of his length grazing against the heat of my

his chest pressing against me, his strong, veiny arms holding me in place, his

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

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

whimpered, my hips jerking instinctively, chasing

Stop fighting it, Kasmine." His voice was molten and dangerous. His fingers gripped my thighs, spreading me

shook my head as a tear slid down my cheek, "We shouldn't be doing this... We shouldn't." I whispered in resignation, knowing

to make things worse for me. There was no point