Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 60

KASMINE

The moment I heard his voice, everything in me went still slowly turned my gaze

to meet Kester's blazing eyes and saw a smirk on his lips.

That smirk held an unhealthy intent. I didn't like it.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he panicking? Why wasn't he worried about being caught?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, he slowly withdrew from me. Then, with

a brutal, bone-jarring thrust, he slammed back in so deep, so hard, that I almost blacked out.

I bit back a whimper, but it was too late. I knew Jake had heard me.

"Kasmine, you're there?" He called out, and I didn't trust myself enough to speak. But I had to. He already heard

1. me.

"Y... Yes..." I managed, but my decision to speak didn't seem to please Kester. He pulled back again, teasing me with the withdrawal, before ramming into me once more, even harder than before. This time, I couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped.

I looked pleadingly at Kester but his eyes still held those dangerous intent that made me weak to my core. Please..." I mouthed, but he only smiled as he resumed his painfully slow thrusts, knowing I needed him to hit

harder.

"Should I come in...? Are you okay?" Poor Jake asked and my stomach twisted with guilt. But Kester's insanely deep thrusts pushed that guilt to the back of my mind, replaced by the overwhelming sensations he was evoking within me. He pulled back again, teasing me with the empty space, before slamming into me once more, the force of the impact making me gasp.

"No!" I cried out at the force of it, and thankfully, it came like a response to Jake's question. "No, Jake. I'm fine. Just leave."

"I saw you leave your brother's office in a rush, and you seemed a little upset," Jake began, sounding unsure, "Did he hurt you, Kasmine?" he asked, and I let a tear fall. I felt guilty.

Yes. My brother was hurting me, but in the most pleasurable way I'd ever imagined. How do I tell him this?

"No, Jake," I swallowed, attempting but failing to keep my voice steady. Not when this hard cock kept thrusting into me with a ferocity I could hardly keep up with.

"Are you sure you are fine? You don't sound okay," He asked, and I heard him stepping closer.

"I am fine! Just leave!" I yelled at him as I felt my orgasm slowly building up. He shouldn't be here when it hit me.

Please.

"Look, Mine..." He called and my heart stopped, and so did Kester's thrusts. His eyes turned bloodshot red at the mention of that name. "I am sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. I was hurt. I realized I was too harsh on you. I am sorry."

Kester's anger turned to fury, and he resumed fucking me like nothing happened, but this time, his thrusts became more urgent, more erratic as if he was in a hurry to finish up, so he could go take care of a problem - Jake.

"You're hurting me, please," I whispered into Kester's ear the words barely audible, but he only gripped me tighter, his hands bruising my skin as he pulled me off the wall. He began to slam me down onto his cock, the rhythm and intensity so brutal, so painful, that I nearly blacked out.

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I was completely at his mercy.

"Allow me to make it up to you, please," Jake spoke again, reminding me that he was still there, "How about dinner at my place tomorrow?" He asked. Kester's eyes lip with a chilling malice.

"Say yes," Kester whispered, and I knew he had something evil already planned. “Do it!” he added harshly, his grip tightening, but I shook my head, tears burning my eyes

"No. Please. Don't hurt him," I begged, my voice choked with fear.

"Say it, Mine," he warned, his breath hot against my neck

“No, Jake. I can't. Now, leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at him, not because I wanted to, but because of Kester's brutality on my vagina.

I heard Jake slowly retreat without saying another word, probably blaming himself for putting me in a foul mood.

Kester immediately dropped me to my feet, "You chose to be stubborn, huh?" He asked, turning me around to face the wall while he stood behind me.

He made me arch my back just a little, and before I could register what he was doing, I felt his hot, hard dick sliding into me again, even though I was already raw and sore.

He had fucked me to the point where I was almost dry, but he didn't care. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, while his other hand clamped over my mouth from behind, silencing my cries.

I sobbed into his hand, the pain and the pleasure warring within me, a confusing, overwhelming mix of sensations. My vision blurred, not just from tears but from the dizzying pleasure that threatened to consume me. It was too much to process at once.

just like that, the world went black. I felt strong arms catching me from behind, preventing

My body felt wrecked.

Heavy. Aching. Used.

pulsed from the very core of me, leaving

felt like lead, heavy and reluctant to

eyes, my

What the hell...

whimper leftmy lips as I struggled to open my eyes when the image of the last thing I

screaming in protest, but I barely registered the pain. My gaze darted

My room?

did I

Muskin

dressed in a nightwear. Mys smelled fresh and clean as if I'd

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the corner of thy room,

direction, and there he stood, bathed in the fading evening

Gods, he looked good.

way he looked his neally combed hair and the

bare chest

his sweatpants...

he looked

could touch me,

to my cheeks, and I tore iny gaze away.

my eye-something that made my heart

up a book - a book he clearly wasn't meant to be holding, clutched lazily

My blood ran cold..

body as I snapped up, but the soreness pierced me. A strangled whimper

didn't move

there, amused. "Easy now, sweetness. You

it back!" I said, crossing the room to where

one." He effortlessly raised the book out of my reach,

toes

shouldn't be looking

he had every right to. "You have some

My stomach twisted.

he was taller, and I

properly.

book containing my bucket lists, and it was meant

and I knew the contents of each other's bucket

from what I saw, he hadn't gone past

"Kester, I swear to

okay," he chuckled, holding up his hands

with a smirk that

it from his

Maldives, huh?" He scoffed, tilting

to adoration, "Why didn't

the book to my chest like it

thanked

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he sat down,

his fingers brushing over

head, pressing the ghost of a kiss against my

my heart racing for reasons fcouldn't explain. "How did we get home?" My voice came out quieter. "What

shrugged, "I carried you home." He said

attack.

dropped. "While

smirk deepened.

body went cold as reality slammed into me.

Everyone. They had seen.

They all saw.

trying so hard to ruin me," I whispered,