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.

had read right through

maybe you should talk to someone. It's not... I mean... You hold back until I'm about to

I am?" he asked,

you shouldn't be. Why should

humorless chuckle, avoiding my

hard. "I think you need

Silence.

therapy he had gotten a few years ago

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

on mine, but I refused to look

he was in the pool, the water barely making

as he closed the distance between us in an instant, his arms caging me against the edge. The scent of whiskey and heat wrapped

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 takes me longer to

sex right now. I would just

too much," he murmured, his lips grazing the hell of my

my heartbeat hammering against my ribs

his chest "Someone

and possessive. "You think I don't feel anything?" he mused. "That I

my damp skin, warm despite the chill of the

scared

tightened slightly, his fingers flexing as if warring with himself. Then, hesitantly,

I froze.

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fingers tangling into my wet hair as he pressed

"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 moan my name, I feel myself

of the water. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing," Fmurmured, my hands tightening against his chest, attempting to put a

quiet, almost

my head slightly, looking up at

jaw clenching, For a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer.

myself," he admitted. "Not with

lump formed

can control everything else in my life," he continued, "I can control my anger. My desires. My urges." His eyes darkened, his

I was too

it.

to change the topic because I didn't like the fact that he was becoming hard and aroused

Kes," I said, and he rested his head on my

yours," he said, and my stomach fluttered

I asked to make sure. Kester doesn't go back on his

embrace brought him a kind of comfort

I blurted out quickly like the words

I knew why he had made a promise he wouldn't be able

on.

my chest, locking his angry gaze on

Instead, he held my gaze so intently that

against my ribs.

when the tension and

lips lifted in a small smirk before

was all