Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

KASMINE

The water was cool against my skin, soothing the ache between my legs, but it

did nothing to calm the conflict raging inside me.

Kester fucked me like it was the last day on earth.

I floated, weightless in the pool, my limbs exhausted, my thighs trembled, my core pulsed with an ache too deep

to bear.

I got the release I so craved, but it didn't stop there. I had lost count of how many times I had cummed, but this sex -god didn't stop. And he wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't begged him to.

I had begged, cried, screamed-yet it hadn't been enough for him. All that

mattered to him was Imprinting his seal of ownership on my very soul-like he was staking a claim so deep, I'd never be able to rid myself of him.

He had taken more. Demanded more. Owned more.

I was beginning to think that my brother might have a problem... His sex drive was so high that it was becoming a concern to me. Now, I was getting to a point where I got worried when he got aroused. Especially after what had happened at the office, where he had fucked me until 1 blacked out.

How do I tell him that he might need to see a doctor without triggering him? We have been dealing with him with caution ever since after his therapy on his anger issues. No one wants to be the one to trigger Kester. Otherwise, they bore the brunt of it, and it didn't matter who.

I sat afloat on the water, letting the coldness soothe my bruised vagina. I was bruised to the point where I could barely close my legs.

Kester had barely climaxed. He only pushed himself to cum when I almost passed out for the second time today, and I noticed that had been the norm with him whenever we fucked. He only cums when he notices my exhaustion, and I could count how many times I ever saw satisfaction on his face - never.

He sat quietly beside me, seemingly lost in thoughts, swirling a glass of whiskey like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just fucked me to the point of collapse.

His body was barely touched by exhaustion, while mine was ruined.

I shifted slightly, wincing as my thighs brushed together. Kester's gaze flicked to me, looking so dark and unreadable before he brought the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.

"You're quiet," he finally said, in a voice so low and lazy.

I swallowed, "I'm tired, Kester."

A slow smirk curved his lips. "I can tell."

Tinhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath my exhaustion. "That's not normal," I said, forcing my voice to stay even. "You barely came. You never do. It's like... you don't even feel it."

Something in his expression turned dark. "I feel it, Kasmine," he murmured, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I feel everything."

Then why do you only finish when I'm "Thesitated, my throat tightening "Breaking?"

Kester exhaled, set his drink down beside him, and leaned forward, "You want me to see a doctor?"

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The question hit me like lee water.

He had read

flex against his highs. "I just maybe you should talk to someone. It's not... I mean... You hold back until I'm about to collapse You never let yourself just... feel. Like you're

if I am?" he asked, his voice deceptively

pulse kicked up. "Then you shouldn't be.

humorless chuckle, avoiding

hard. "I think you

Silence.

gotten a few years ago wasn't enough. Maybe

fucked like one who was angry at the world, even though in all of that, he still made sure I derived the utmost pleasure

his head slightly, eyes locked on mine, but I

was in the pool, the water barely

the edge. The scent of

have a really high sex drive, Mine. One that is almost insatiable. And to satisfy myself, I'd ruin you beyond imagination..." He said in a serious tone before he smirked, "That's why I hold back, and that's why it

his body pressed against mine. Again. "Kester..." I was sincerely worried, hoping he wouldn't demand more sex right now. I would just die if he did “Let yourself feel. It might not be as terrible as you make it sound." I said like the

worry too much," he murmured, his lips grazing the hell of my ear. "You overthink

hammering against my

chest "Someone has

side, slow and possessive. "You think I don't feel anything?" he mused. "That I don't want to feel more? I actually feel, Mine... And I want to feel more. But I

against my damp skin, warm despite the chill of the water. His fingers

scared of?" 1

as if warring with himself. Then, hesitantly, his lips brushed against my temple, "Scared of

I froze.

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into my wet hair as

murmured. "Not because I don feel-but because I feel too much.” His voice dropped. lower, "Because every time I touch you, every time I hear you

the water. "You make it sound

chuckle was quiet, almost bitter. "Because it

my head slightly, looking up at

For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then, his grip

don't trust myself," he admitted.

lump formed in

life," he continued, "I can control my anger. My desires. My urges." His eyes darkened, his forehead pressing harder against mine "But can't control

kissed me for a moment but I was too self-aware that I didn't

it.

to change the topic because I didn't

I said, and he rested his

and it's yours," he said, and my

asked to make sure. Kester doesn't go back

replied drowsily like my embrace brought him a kind

undo what you did to Jake." I blurted out quickly like the words burned. His

had made a promise

on.

chest, locking his angry gaze on

held my gaze so intently that my heart

against my ribs.

and silence sat comfortably between

lifted in a small smirk before

all