Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 62

I was about to live my best life. Just a few days from now, I be in the Maldives. The Maldives.

For years, I'd dreamed of it-soft white sand slipping between my toes, an endless stretch of blue water meeting the sky, the kind of place where freedom felt special and within reach.

It always seemed so Impossible, like a fantasy for someone else, because no matter how much I longed for it, Kester always had the final say.

And he always said no.

Until now.

Excitement bubbled inside me, so strong it made my fingers tremble as I gripped the glass of orange juice.

Even though I was being given this freedom by the same person who had withheld it, it was still thrilling. And even though I had dreamt of going with Claire. It was still okay. I believe it should still mean as much to me with Kester by my side.

I should have been frustrated. I should have been resentful. But all I could feel was this dizzy, guilty sort of gratitude.

Even if the strings were still there and I could feel them wrapping tighter around me, I wanted this. I wanted to step onto that plane. I wanted to see what it was like to exist outside the bubble he had built around me, even if he was still the one holding my leash

The water was warm, but his touch burned hotter as strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me into the solid heat of his bare chest. I gasped, my body citing at the contrast of wet skin against wet skin, but Kester only tightened his grip, holding me against him like I belonged there.

"Thinking about me?" His voice was low and teasing, right beside my ear. His breath, so warm against the cool evening air, sent a shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, he turned me to face him.

His dark, wet hair slicked against his forehead, water clinging to his tanned skin like glistening jewels. Droplets ran in slow, lazy paths down the sharp angles of his jaw, his collarbones, and the ridges of his chest.

His eyes... Those eyes that kept holding me captive-deep green, hungry, and locked onto me like I was the only thing worth looking at.

A slow smile curved his lips.

"Kasmine..." He said my name like a prayer... Like it was sacred.

"Hey "I wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled me closer, holding my waist firmly as if to keep me from sinking into the depths of the pool. Or maybe into him

"You're shivering," he murmured, his fingers tracing a slow, intentional path down my spine,

"I-I'm not.. I'm not cold." I managed.

Liar.

I wasn't cold, yes, but I was trembling. From the heat in his gaze. From the way his fingers curled around my hips,

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pressing me against him, making sure I felt every inch of him beneath the water. Kester's smirk deepened. He knew.

weren't too excited about this at first," he mused, his hand sliding up my side, his thumb grazing the curve of

"I didn't

never do," he murmured, dipping his

wave of heat pooled in my stomach at the way

have a choice. Kester didn't ask. He decided. And I obeyed. Whether I liked it or

as it sounded at first to me, this was Kester. There was no saying no to him. No matter how weird I think they

against mine, and his touch felt like a waming

chin up with one finger, his lips hovering over mine. So close. Too

at the edge of the pool with my back resting against the cold

grazing my thigh beneath the water, parting them before guiding my left leg to rest on his waist. "Ever

shy to hold his gaze, but I did. "No..." I answered

an answer.

fingers found my clit, "Always keep your eyes on

escaped my lips as I tried to keep my gaze locked on his sinful ones. I didn't know what was getting me wetter- his god-like handsomeness or the painfully slow strokes his fingers were administering across my

could see the tattoo on the base of his length. I always liked seeing it on him. It did something to me... It aroused me. Not because my name was inscribed on it even though that added icing to the

know the feeling of knowing that you're deriving an unseen pleasure? That's what I felt,

tidal wave of pleasure erupted within me. I let out small whimpers when he

me like he was exploring my insides. He stilled when he touched a certain spot that made me moan louder

like he had just won the lottery before parting his two fingers around that spot. Using scissor-like motion, he lightly gripped the flesh around

mind. "Kester..." I moaned out his name like a lyric when his lips left mine, trailing wet kisses along my cheek, jaw, and neck. He bit down on my shoulder while

middle and index fingers began making a

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strokes on my

waist, while my hips jerked to meet his

watered from the immense pleasure, and I felt like

moment.

his hard dick pressing hard against my wet center while his fingers did unthinkable things to my poor vagina. "Look at me while I fuck you, Kasmine," He growled, and my eyes snapped open, taking in his dark, cloudy ones. He was high on arousal, and I could tell he couldn't wait

could feel my release building up

frustration

I whispered. At that point, I'd do anything just to get that delicious release that was just building up. "Please," my voice shook with desperation as I searched his eyes,

me cum," I sounded so desperate that I

you willing to pay to

price? Why... "I'll do anything, Kester," I almost screamed when I felt him pulling away, "Anything, but, please, just let me..." My hand instinctively disappeared into the water in an attempt to touch myself, to

cheek softly, and I wondered how he wasn't feeling affected by this. Wasn't he as hard and aroused as I was needy? "You said you'd do anything. huh?" He asked, and

him inside me fueled my desperation. "Yes, I'll do anything. Please." I pressed forward, trying to

you are

trailed wet paths around my

locked with

What the hell did he mean by

way in hell I'd sell my soul to the

choice but to die in his arms. I hesitated, a moan and